*
"Welcome, uncle Kabeer." Zohaib rose to his feet sharply, hurrying to his uncle's side. He had been sitting on the doorstep of their home, drawing an odd looking figure in the sand. Kabeer placed a hand on his head, smiling down at the young boy. "How are you, my child?" he asked.
"I am fine, thank you." he replied.
"And your brothers?"
"Mother has sent them to buy something for her." he said. "I wasn't there when she told them to go, so I don't know what exactly they went to buy."
"Where is your mother, then?" Kabeer asked.
"She has gone out with aunt Safiya." he said. "But they left only a few minutes ago, so I think they will be back any minute now."
"I see." Kabeer nodded. "Well then, I shall wait for them until they return."
"You can wait for them inside. The house is
