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  • The blue burqa, a signature of Kabuli women, imported I hear from some mass producers in Pakistan during the rule of the Taliban. It sure caught on. This woman, probably a young girl knocked and knocked on my window while we were stuck in traffic. The streets are filled with people like her. Some are seated in the road on small mats. I still feel nervous for them as the unruly traffic races by them. I am not sure that feeling will ever go away. Finally, my friends gave her some money, perhaps 10Afs. She looked at it and through it back at them complaining that it wasn't enough. Then she moved on to another car. My friends explained that most likely she was not really poor. If that was the case, she would have taken whatever we gave. The streets are full of beggars--many are working the streets but I have read that it is estimated that 40,000 children live on the streets of Kabul. They don't hide, like this young girl you see them everywhere. You also see the Hindu Kush mountains from any point in the city, light blue skies nearly the same color as the burqa, brown mud houses that look like New Mexican pueblos and of course loud speakers for the Muslim call to prayer.
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