So we waited and waited. But there was no news. My mother sat next to the phone all day. She didn't eat. She slept for only three or four hours that night. Early next morning, i found her next to the phone again, sitting and wailing. She looked so worried . Then. aroudt lunch time, there was a phone call. It was someone who knew Samira's father. He was phoning from Dubai. he had good news. We thought that it was good news, because he told us my father was alive.
'Where is he?' asked my mother.