KANDAHAR, Afghanistan: With her kohl-rimmed eyes cast down, Nadia lilts through a folk couplet before a secret assembly of women poets on a forbidden subject that often gets people killed in Afghanistan -- love.
“Like a candle I burn all night, separated from my lover,” the 20-year-old intones in Pashto.
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