This is the story of three people, miles apart, searching for justice, and it starts on a day like any other, back in September 2018.

Masia Mabares was thinking about his children, all seven of them, back at home in Afghanistan.

Masia was in Iran.

I had gone to Iran for work because we were not financially well and I did not have a job

that could feed my family.

There he got his head down, got on with work, said he could send the precious money he

earned back to his wife and their four daughters and three sons in the centrally located region

of Wardak in Afghanistan.

But he often missed home and regularly found his thoughts returning to his kids.

That particular day, the 23rd of September, a Sunday, he was thinking of them even more than

usual. At 4 a.m., his phone had rung.

On the end of the line, tense and panicked came the voice of his wife, Amina.

This was earlier than usual for their daily phone call,

and Amina had worrying news.

Soldiers were raiding their village,

and they had come to their house.

Some of them were speaking English. She told me that there was a raid.

The soldiers had searched our home and also the neighbor's houses.

That among them were people who were speaking English, Pashto and Persian. She affirmed to me that the soldiers

had ordered my cousin that all cell phones must be switched off. I then insisted that she must

not turn her phone off so I could call. Masea pleaded with her not to switch her phone off. He wanted to know what was happening.

He would call again in a few hours and see how the family was, to check the children weren't too

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