This picture shows my 11-year old neighbor sitting on top of the school's nearby water tank, resting after manually drawing 80-liters of water for her family. The red colors of the sun ignite the horizon behind her and make her physical features indistinguishable. In my eyes, her silhouette is symbolic of the way the girl-child lacks her identity, her gender equality, and her voice in this culture, yet is so essential to the very fabric of the culture and the nuclear family. She smiles warmly at the work she has done, taking pride in the responsibilities bestowed upon her by birthright. Though just her silhouette is visible, inside her I see an immeasurable strength and potential, ready to burst forth like those furious colors of the sunset behind her.