JALALABAD, Afghanistan — In the middle of a war zone I fall asleep holding hands with a little girl.

Her name is Kamrana. She is 10 years old. Around us, a half-dozen women and children rest on a mosaic of thin mattresses: Kamrana’s mother, stepmother, siblings. Millions of women in Afghanistan sleep this way.

I think we pretend that our intimacy can somehow stave off the war.

Written on the Body – By Anna Badkhen | Foreign Policy.