eager to return to her home and parents. But then she wasnât keen on cooperating with the residents of Laashekoh.
Regardless of what the girl wanted, Laashekoh was too small to absorb strangers for very long, especially girls with no fathers, uncles, husbands, or brothers to watch over them.
Parsaa had wanted to keep trying to locate the girlâs family. Paul Reichart, the aid worker who had helped return other children from the traffickers to their homes, had promised to investigate. Parsaa had also asked around at the market about families in need of a servant, but with no success. Most villages had plenty of children and did not need another mouth to feed. He thought about taking her to one of the larger towns and paying a fee so that brokers would find her a servantâs position.
Sofi shook her head. âShe wonât be easy to place. They will send her back before the next full moon.â
He sighed. âIt would be best for all concerned if we found her family.â
âDonât be foolish,â Sofi chided him softly. She no longer believed Najwa and her claims about not knowing the whereabouts of her own family. Many villagers had questioned her, and all Najwa could say was that she was from Qarya, a small village in northern GhÅr. But that was of little help. Qarya meant âsmall village,â and even the Americans with their maps could not locate the place. When asked to describe her home, Najwa rambled on about three hills nearby.
Most Afghan villages could count three hills nearby.
Parsaa had long advised villagers to keep asking questions and listen closely. Najwa had to remember more.
But her stories were vague, the details varying with listeners. She couldnât describe roads or waterways or markets with specifics. One day, she suggested her parents did not own their own land, and her father had left for long periods to do odd jobs. With another, she explained that her father left and vanished. Her mother worked in fields belonging to a family whose name she could not recall. Then, she talked about a mother near death after bearing too many children. Yes, she had brothers. None had attended school, and all had left to fight in wars.
There were no uncles, she told Sofi.
To the aid worker, she explained that her parents had lived in one village all their lives. With Parsaa, she suggested that her parents had moved about in GhÅr more than once.
When asked if she had already been promised to another family for marriage, all Najwa could say was she did not know.
Sofi interrupted his thoughts. âYou have spent far too long searching for a family that may not exist.â
âThe girl could be afraid to return.â Parsaa also suspected Najwa knew more about her background. âPerhaps they were cruel.â
His wife was impatient. âShe does not show fear.â
âWhy would a child lie?â He appealed to his wife. âWhy would she act in ways that jeopardize her future?â
âPerhaps they wanted nothing to do with her.â
Women could be hard on other women.
Sofi poured more hot water and leaned close to his ear. âNajwa does not like us. She does not want to be here.â
âWe cannot hand our problem to another village,â he said.
âShe needs training,â Sofi agreed. âBut that is no longer possible here.â
Parsaa asked about Najwaâs skills with chores, and Sofi thought a moment. âAs good as one can expect at that age,â she admitted. âGranted, the women have been hard on her lately. But she does what sheâs told.â
âHas Najwa stolen othersâ belongings?â
Sofi shook her head. âBut she should not be near other children.â
He pulled a thread at the edge of the wool carpet. âThink about it,â his wife urged. âThe foreign women came. They spoke loudly about offering rewards for finding orphans. And not long afterward, Najwa was in our