Taliban sexual slavery;
What is going on under the skin of the city? One day I was having breakfast with my husband, and our gate bell rang. My son came and said: Father, the Taliban are asking you. My husband got up and went to the gate. Moments later, some Taliban militias entered the house and a ranger (vehicle) with some armed men was standing behind the gate. After many conversations, my husband said: Get up, they say that we have to go with them and help a sick person. I was afraid and trembled where they were taking us. I said: They should be taken to the hospital, why did they come to me and you, Are there not enough doctors in the city how do they know that I am a doctor and how do they know our house address? What issues were not behind this work? My husband said softly: No, there is nothing, don't worry, I am by your side. After hearing his words, a relative peace came over me. We left the house anxiously and got into a military car. When we got in the car, someone said in Pashto: Close their e
