« After our meal we sat drinking tea in the warm dark air by the light of a hurricane lamp. Rowsham presented a striking sight in the semi-darkness, sitting cross-legged on the ground with Nasreen asleep in her lap and a Kalashnikov in her hands; the long thin metal barrel of the gun echoed the angularity of her lean, determined body and the crescent-shaped magazine echoed the curves of the sleeping child » (p. 176).