Laying in a hospital bed, 21-year old Wahida longs for the one thing she knows she'll never have: Her old life back.
Quiet and soft spoken, she doesn't move much when she speaks. The bandages still make her skin hurt.
"My husband was beating me, a lot" she confides.
It's obvious that Wahida, who like many Afghan women uses only her first name, is uncomfortable. She constantly shifts her eyes, forlorn and dreary, scanning the room as she speaks. Her fear? Someone could be listening in...Full Story