But now the country was ruled by the Taliban militia. They were Afghans, and they had very definite ideas about how things should be run. When they first took over the capital city of Kabul and forbade  girls to go to school, Parvana wasn’t terribly unhappy. She had a test coming up in arithmetic that she hadn’t prepared for, and she was in trouble  for talking in class again. The teacher was going to send a note to her mother, but the Taliban took over first.
What are you crying for?” she had asked Nooria, who couldn’t stop sobbing. “I think a holiday is very nice.” Parvana was sure the Taliban would let them go back to school in a few days. By then her teacher would have forgotten all about sending a tattletale note to her mother“You’re just stupid!” Nooria screamed at her. “Leave me alone!”
One of the difficulties of living with your whole family in one room was that it was impossible to really leave anyone alone. Wherever Nooria went, there was Parvana. And wherever Parvana went, there was Nooria.
Both of Parvana’s parents had come from old respected Afghan families. With their education, they had earned high salaries. They had had a big house with a courtyard, a couple of servants, a television set, a refrigerator, a car. Nooria had had her own room. Parvana had shared a room with her little sister, Maryam. Maryam chattered  a lot, but she thought Parvana was wonderful. It had certainly been wonderful to get away from Nooria sometimes. That house had been destroyed by a bomb.
The family had moved several times since then. Each time, they moved to a smaller place. Every rime their house was bombed, they lost more of their things. With each bomb, they got poorer. Now they lived together in one small room.
There had been a war going on in Afghanistan for more than twenty years, twice as long as Parvana had been alive.
At first it was the Soviets who rolled their big tanks into the country and flew war planes that dropped bombs on villages and the countryside.
Parvana was born one month before the Soviets started going back to their own country.
“You were such an ugly baby, the Soviets couldn’t stand to be in the same country with you,” Nooria was fond of  telling her. “They fled back across the border in horror , as fast as their tanks could carry them.”
After the Soviets left, the people who had been shooting at the Soviets decided they wanted to keep shooting at something, so they shot at each other. Many bombs fell on Kabul during that time. Many people died.
Bombs had been part of Parvana’s whole life. Every day, every night, rockets would fall out of the sky, and someone’s house would explode.
When the bombs fell, people ran. First they ran one way, then they ran another, trying to find a place where the bombs wouldn’t find them.
When she was younger, Parvana was carried. When she got bigger, she had to do her own running.
Vocabulary & Phrases
 forbade [f?b?d] vt. 禁止（forbid的过去式）
 arithmetic [?r?θm?t?k] n. 算术，算法
 in trouble 处于……困难中
 tattletale [t?tltel] n. 告密者
 chattered [t??t?d] vi. 唠叨；喋喋不休（chatter的过去式）
 be fond of 爱好；喜爱
 in horror 惊恐地