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? Ithink 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 .