how did you come,father" faisah tried again while fresh tears poured down her cheeks for she had a terrible vision of her father being deprived of his vocal cards
"I walked,"a shaky hardly audible voice emerged from his lips
faisah breathed a sigh of relief. satisfied beyond belief that he could speak after all.gratitude made her weep uncontrollably. she felt her father's sufferings during his fifteen days in that hell-hole. he was deathly pale and painfully gaunt. he was almost unrecognizable.
how could the authorities be so unfeeling as to release a half-starved old man into the streets and leave him to the mercy of the elements. she wished desperately to know what had transpired in jali but he looked so lifeless that the question died in her throat.