Mahtab was empty. She felt hungry ...for water, for her father, for her grandmother, her aunts and uncles, the trees in the back yard, the cabinet on the wall, the silver and glass objects so lovingly collected, for her mountains, the jagged peaks that cut the sky. Her father was dead. She felt sure of it. Mahtab and her family are forced to leave their home in Herat and journey secretly through the rocky mountains to Pakistan and then to faraway Australia. Months go by, months of waiting, months of dread. Will they ever be reunited with their father, will they ever find a home?