Finished watching a wonderful animated tale about a young girl in <relatively> modern Afghanistan, the complexities of her life in general, her desperate attempt to see her father who is taken from her family, and interspersed her story about the Elephant King, The Breadwinner.
A daughter/father thing, I, of course teared up.
It remains my opinion that one can judge a society by how women and children are treated within that society.
And as the girl quotes in the movie from Rumi, a 13th-century Persian poet, “Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” We all might remember that these days.