After a while, he was recalled by the army. Eighteen months later he was killed, just a few days before his home leave. We waited for him to come home but he did not come. On the 18th day, I woke up and told his mother that I was going to prepare bulani for her son today. I prepared everything and then fell asleep. My mother-in-law came and woke me up and I returned to my preparations. I had prepared only three bulani when I heard someone crying outside the house. I went out and saw two soldiers standing at the main door. They inquired if this house belonged to Hazarat Khan and The Story Of Halima When I first got married, it was my father-in-law who was the main breadwinner for our family. He was a carpenter. Later on, my father-in-law stopped working due to old age. Therefore, my husband joined the army as an ordinary soldier. My husband did not have a good salary. Since he was deployed in another province, it was difficult to send money home. In those days, together with my sister-in-law, we were doing embroidery work at home and then sold it at the local market. Eight months later, my husband returned on home leave and with the small salary he brought, we bought flour months, he once again sent money to us through one of our relatives. Then, after two years my husband finally came back and we had two more children. He began working at a bakery. In those days, our living conditions were relatively good. that Hazarat Khan had been injured and hospitalized. Together they went to the hospital where they discovered that Hazarat Khan had died. They came back home around 4pm. I was calling my father-in-law Baba, so I asked Baba how Hazarat Khan was. He answered that he was slightly injured and that he would bring him home the day after. My younger son did not sleep the whole night and and asked to go and see his father. That night a lot of people came to our home. They brought big dishes. I heard my uncle asking for the Quran. I told my father-inlaw that he was trying to hide something from me and that perhaps Hazarat Khan had died. I began to cry. My mother-in-law tried to make me understand that they needed the Quran for a different purpose. The next morning, my father-in-law asked me to clean my room saying that he and his friends would like to sit there. I went and cleaned the room. Later on, my sister-in-laws came in. They hugged me and said that Hazarat Khan had passed away. I was six months pregnant. After the news, I fainted and remained unconscious for a long time. Later, when I regained consciousness, I saw a coffin covered with red cloth. My sixyear old daughter came and asked me who she should call father from now on. She hid under the bed and began to cry. Over the next few weeks, the fire of war spread everywhere including Chihil Sotun where we resided. Everyone was forced to leave their homes and we moved to Shur Bazaar. There, my The Memory Box Initiative: Seeking to Break the Cycle of Violence and Tragedy in Afghanistan The Memory Box Initiative: Seeking to Break the Cycle of Violence and Tragedy in Afghanistan and oil. He stayed with us for a few days and then went back to the barracks. After eight when my father-in-law affirmed, the soldiers told him mother-in-law died. Then, I went to live in my father’s home 23 in Jade- Asmayi where we had nothing to eat. Next, I stayed with my sister-in-law for three months before we finally found a place to stay, though we did not even have a carpet to sit on. Later, someone donated military blankets and a bag of flour but I had no utensils to make bread for my children and I was forced to borrow a small cooking pan from my neighbor. My children slept most of the time, as there was nothing for them to eat. In the evenings, we had nothing to light and 24