How could I not be moved by the suffering of women under Taliban rule? And yet, the Muslim Other remained veiled by difference and exoticism until I came across a statement by an Islamic feminist, “All women everywhere wear the burqa.” I understood this to mean that the veil is but an outward symbol of a much more pervasive reality of oppression, one that is global and not just regional. In these ink drawings, an anonymous American survivor of abuse, repression, and rape gestures beneath her veil. Statistics culled from various international, national and local sources citing the frequency and severity of attacks on women and girls is burned onto the silk Unryu paper. Bits of poetry, prayers, and terrifying personal accounts found on random blogs and support sites intersperse with the cold data, forming a kind of testament of suffering. The fragility of the completed drawing is both poetic and heart rending.