the night before utraan Zaheera painted eyes on both sides of the paper white in deep black
Rasool laughed at her Do doves really have eyes like that? I think they look rather like a chicken's eyes . Be quite she replied half crossly half smiling In my grandfather's house he kept doves . I know I used to take care of them .
An old pain returned with that memory . Zaheera's grandfather's house was on the other side of the border a family divided by one of history's strange turns .