Maha was ecstatically showering motherly love on her two-year-old son in her lap while the smile of Shams was a father’s love personified. When going to the zoo both parents enjoyed the giggle, broken words, and warm touch of Tippu. The life was on the climax in the car.
Traffic was haphazard on the way back home. Tippu was lulled peacefully in the mother’s lap. She was the uncrowned queen of an empire where happiness reigned supreme. Suddenly, with the monstrous sound of gunshots, she felt a terrible tremor in her lap.
Maha’s full-throated dirge made the car epicenter of catastrophe.
Arfeen's Fables 