Her day begins with a knock on the door. At 6am in Kabul, 10-year-old Nargis goes house to house begging for bread on the richest of streets in the Afghan capital. The neighbourhood of Sherpur, famous for its ostentatious mansions, lies at the end of the hill where she and her family live in one room in a mud brick house. On the day I meet her, everyone who answers her knock says they have no bread to give. ‘Today, a little boy has been out ahead of me. He got it all,’ she explains in a whisper of a voice, before returning home without anything for her family to eat. This waif, in a pink tunic trimmed with silver sparkles, is the breadwinner for a family of seven children. In Afghan society sending Nargis’ teenage sisters onto the streets would bring dishonour, and her younger siblings are too small. Her father cannot or will not work. He is a drug addict. So it is down to Nargis. Nargis is just one of tens of thousands of street children in Kabul. […]