(HRW) – The dimming daylight in the courtyard outside told me that it would soon be time to leave. My fellow researcher and I needed to be back in Kabul before dark, and I pictured him outside—with the driver—checking his watch. But when “Laila” opened up a photo album on the cushions where we sat, I moved closer. Here was a birthday party in Kabul, she explained, pointing to women with styled hair and eye shadow. A plate of sweets, family members smiling. Her father, a doctor, before he was killed by rockets. Laila and her husband had moved to his family’s land in a village in a province southwest of Kabul to escape fighting in the capital in the 1990s. The pictures were evidence, she showed me, that her life was not always like this.