Portrait of an old woman in a village in Punjab province in Pakistan. As a photographer who likes to take pictures of people, I have always been fascinated with wrinkles on people's face. To me, each line and dimple tells a thousand tales. I met her during an assignment following events after 9/11, while waiting for Afghan borders to open up, in a small village in Pubjab. Even though momentarily, I clearly remember how her kindness and sincere smile completely calmed my otherwise tangled nerves. After that I travelled back and forth between Pakistan, Afghanistan and Iraq and I guess bear a lot of burden psychologically. I had no idea what PTSD meant before those travels, but I did find out. This woman, simply known as Mai, old woman, mother, in only few moments I spent with her, gave me enormous courage to handle what followed.