They arrived at home in the late evening, some mosques were even proclaiming the Magrib salah-Amna wasn't crying anymore, but there was stain of tears on her face, and she couldn't utter a word. Umma was just dragging her feet, as they opened the house and met the person they've never imagined.
"What brought you back?" That's the first question Umma flared at a comfortably seated Tahir, he was nibbling on dates and other traditional fruits.
He looked up from the leather and flashed her a factitious smile without looking at where Amna was walking to. "Good Evening, Umma. I came back and couldn't see any of you. What happened? You look a bit tensed," he asked, sounding so innocent, as if he wasn't burning of rage within.
Umma ignored the looked he flashed her and sat beside him on the ma
