"Mahtab was empty. She felt hungry...for water, for her father, for her grandmother, her aunts and uncles, for the trees in the back yard, the cabinet on the wall, the silver and glass objects so lovingly collected, for her mountains, the jagged peaks that cut the sky."
Mahtab's father is dead, she can felt that for sure. Her family were force to leave their home at Herat. They traveled through through the rocky mountains to Pakistan and from there to faraway Australia.
Months go by, will they ever be reunited with their father, will they ever find a home?...
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