“Kya kar rhi ho tum?”(What are you even doing?) Her mother asked her with widened eyes filled with sorrow and fear, Haya loosened her grip on her gun and let it fall on the floor “Ami please, mat karein aisa chali jayein” (Mom, please don’t do it to me, Go!) she mumbled softly to her mom, as she down casted her eyes and limply fell on the couch. Haya’s mom leaned closer as she placed her finger beneath her jaw and forced it up to her face level “Speak now, thats what I’ve grown you up to be? A goon!? Are girls supposed to act like this, Walk proudly with a gun and kill people for her so called father’s business?” She yelled at her, her sharp voice echoing in the empty room breaking the eerie silence as Haya looked back at her “You never acted like a mom, now for what do you care?, my father had grown me up, he had taken care of me, NOT TO BE AFRAID OF SOME SCUM BAGS AND LET GO OF WHATS MINE, EVEN IF I HAVE TO LOSE MY LIFE IN IT! I will do it” the grip her mom, Shafiha had on her jaw loosened as she closed her eyes letting a tear fall down her neck eventually down casting her eyes from Haya, who fearlessly had her face inches close to her mom, stiffed and straight