Shaista sits in her tiny home on the outskirts of Kabul. Her youngest, a 3-year-old girl, sits on her lap; some of her other seven children sit beside her. Behind them, she is boiling a pot of water on the wood-burning stove. But she’s told the children it is dinner, and she tells them, “just wait for your father.” Then she hopes they’ll fall asleep, because there’s no food to give them.