*
Kabeer didn't sleep well that night. For some reason, he kept tossing around in his bed, frustrated with the way he couldn't seem to get comfortable.
Groaning, he slid off the bed and walked towards the window, rubbing the underside of his belly with an irritated growl. Outside, the sky was a bleak canvas without a single star in sight. The moon had disappeared as well, as was expected during that time of the month. It's return would herald the arrival of the Eid festival, which everyone was looking forward to with much anticipation.
Everyone except Kabeer, that was.
Despite the cold wind which drifted into the room, his forehead was dotted with tiny droplets of sweat. His palms were clammy as well, and he kept rubbing them off on the side of his trousers.
"Kabeer," his wife's
