This woman is wearing mourning dress for a year, since she buried her eldest son, though every morning she is expecting the gates open and he is entering, so handsome and young, saying: “Mom, I'm back!”. Sometimes in her dreams, he says the same words: "I came back, here I am!", and she hugs and kisses him, feeling the warmth of his hands, and once awaking she realizes that it was just a dream....
Freedom from Torture
Civil Society Coalition against Torture and impunity in Tajikistan