Mina was born in the same house as her mother and grandmother, but she felt like a stranger, victimized by the city that had once been Kandahar. This Kandahar, with its three thousand years of history and civilization, was unrecognizable. Fear encompassed her homeland. Women had not suffered in this city for thousands of years before her time. What happened to bring this full circle of shame and suffering down upon the history of Kandahar? Mina wanted to refute every rule ever created to cause women to be so poorly treated and to rise in freedom. Her ears rang with the wind blowing through the sands of the Kandahar Desert, the roar of change bringing freedom at last.   She walked, then ran through the streets as if she were walking in an unfamiliar land. Her soul fueled her onward. Mina was no longer frightened that Haroon would put his gun to her temple and pull the trigger. Her heart was breaking, but not empty. Mina would stop at nothing to face her fears and rise to share her story with the world, to ignite the change that Kandahar and her women so desperately deserved.