chadri

Like the woman outside, she was from a generation of Kabul women who had never known life under the chadri.

“One of my sons will bring the chadri back to you soon,” Malika said, embracing her friend and rescuer.

She could not go back out onto the street without a chadri, that much was certain.

Tell her we need to borrow one of her chadri for Auntie Malika; tell her we will return it to her in just a few days.