Close to midnight, the phone rang. With the pick-up location confirmed, it was time to leave.
Dressed in a full-length black chador, Judge Sana stepped into the street, her two young children hovering by her side. Each of them was carrying a single bag, stuffed with two sets of clothes, a passport, phone, cash, and as much food as they could carry for the journey ahead.
“When we left we didn’t know where we were going,” Sana recalled. “We were told there would be security risks on the way, but we accepted them all because we knew this was the only way out.”
