Leaving Afghanistan and returning home was difficult. I had developed close relationships not only with Masud, my driver Mohamad Ullah, and my second interpreter, Nasir, but also with their families. At the end of the day at Nasirs house, I joined the women in the inner chamber. They would take my camera bag from my shoulder, have me change, and wash my clothes. Then wed all sit around and talk. For these women, the stories that I brought back were their window on the world. Sometimes I would take out my digital camera and feed the pictures into the computer so they could look at them on the screen.
Before I left, I went to Nasirs house to say good-bye. One sister gave me an antique rug as a gift. His other sister made two beautiful dresses for me. And another sister gave me one of her necklaces. Then we had a last meal. As I left they all stood by the door in tears. We were all crying.