This poignant story paints a concession without a finding drifts in some Muslim society that confuses honor and tradition. In civil war in Afghanistan (?) Consumed by clan rivalry since the fall of communism, a woman remains in her husband's bedside, dying and unconscious, and confides in him. She confesses her love and resentment, telling him her life made humiliation but also solar events, like that of her stepfather (a sage, mocked all) and aunt (a woman of "ill repute" rejected his family). Through this moving monologue is a company which is described: the suffering of women, humiliated at a young age, but also men, deceived by their desire to preserve at all costs the honor of their family, their villages, their people. No, a Kalashnikov does not save any honor, she digs shame ... An exceptional work remarkably well written and highly topical: the alarm, but will hear?
