In the days before the Russian occupation, Kabul’s golden age, a young Afghan woman began a journey that we all take at some point in our lives—the journey to forgive. As the Russians invaded Afghanistan, her husband ran guns and opium through the Khyber Pass; as they retreated, she matched wits with a beautiful Czech spy. As the Taliban ravaged Kabul, she cared for a wounded bacha bereesh, an Afghan dancing boy. As the Twin Towers burned, she found true intimacy.