Sixteen-year-old Fawzia (a pseudonym) is writing to the Guardian from her home in Afghanistan. It is her home and also her prison. She does not leave it much these days.
But she does have a bat, and a ball, and spends her days training with her four sisters in the small garden and the courtyard of her house. Sometimes, when the Taliban are in the street outside, they train in the basement, so no one can hear the sound of young women having fun.
