Mina was born in the same house as her mother and grandmother, but she felt like a stranger, victimized by the city that used to be Kandahar. This Kandahar, with its three thousand years of history and civilization, was unrecognizable. Fear encompassed her homeland. Women had not suffered in this city thousands of years before her time. What happened to bring this full circle of shame and suffering down upon the history of Kandahar? Mina wanted to refute every rule ever created to cause women to be so poorly treated and rise in freedom. Her ears rang with the winds blowing through the sands of the Kandahar desert, the roar of change to bring freedom at last. She walked then ran on the streets like she was walking in an unknown land. Her soul fueled her onward. Mina was no longer frightened that Haroon would put his gun to her temple and pull the trigger. Her heart was breaking, but not empty.