© Wendy Marijnissen
This photo is of auntie cooking on the outside fire.
All over Afghanistan this is how most women will cook their rice and prepare dinner. Under the Badakshan sky, filled with so many stars, I stood and sat next to auntie watching her cook. I love the image because it reminds me of the the beauty of that exact moment. Without speaking each others languages (She speaks Dari and I speak Flemish and English) we understood each other. As we sat on a small wall watching the rice boil and she put her arm around me, we knew exactly what was being said and I knew I was accepted into her family.