Side B of the song (replay)From its gardens I gathered roses and thorns
And from its cup I tasted honey and resin.
By the time we reached Afghanistan I’d already begun to forget the hardships of the journey. For the first time in my life I was about to do something that actually mattered, something tangible that would make me feel like I existed.
Abu Abdullah had given us back our original passports in Pakistan, telling us the Saudi passports we’d travelled there on had served their purpose. Andeera noticed that the stamps in our passports suggested we’d travelled directly from Saudi Arabia to Pakistan, and we wondered what was going on.
Andeera and I were met by a couple of Afghani women who dressed us in traditional Afghani clothes. One of them accompanied us into Afghanistan, along
