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She had a name

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M ufzina was just three years old when her father left home to look for a job.  No one in the  village ever heard about him after that.  In this land of conflicts, no one was sure about anything? Her young mother may live her entire life waiting for her husband.  How could she marry again without knowing the whereabouts of her husband?  The entire village would damn her if she did that.  Without the death certificate of her husband, she couldn't avail herself of any government welfare.  In between the game of life and death, she became a half-widow. The remote village seemed to be a prison for that young woman and her little daughter. *** A narrow mud path through the middle of an apple orchard led me to a small wooden building. It was a small school. Children were busy with their books.  I was there to know about the children who were adopted by an orphanage.  Children from far-flung villages were being provided free food, accommodation and education by the orphanage.