She heard the woman's boots walk away down the hall.

She stood and waited, listening hard to see if the boots would come back.

When she was sure she was alone, the girl finally spoke.'Yes,' she whispered. 'My name is Parvana.' Fifteen-year-old Parvana has built a new life with her family, and it's the life she's always dreamt of.

She's learning in a real school, and teaching too. But this is Afghanistan, and the war is far from over.