Every eye was full of tears.
Cries and wails rose from the haveli when the janazah was risen from the home.
Haider has passed away.
Leaving his mother-less children now father-less.
Eyes were sad.
Yet his grey eyes stared at nothing just the eye-catching verses that he recited. He was silent. Quiet. Unable to produce any response.
Placing her head on his shoulder, his wife sat beside him, with tears propelling from her eyes as her hand held rosary reciting tasbeeh for the departed soul.
Sheharzaad was crying.
But Shehryaar was silent.
It was just those eye-catching verses that had his complete attention.
His father used to teach him the Quran in his childhood but he never got the chance to finish it because his practice sessions with his grandfather awaited him so he always
