Tears blurred his vision for a while, but they dried up quickly as he was consoled by the thought that his father had led a good life and had died peacefully at a ripe old age.
— Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee, Short Stories For Adults
“When we reached home, I ran to my room and called my friend, Asim, to ask him if he knew anything about the trucks.”

“These differences grew into enormities, which again led to war, which was sparked off by a country that ruled over them.”

“The memory brought a tepid smile to my face, only managing to lift the upper left corner of my lips that had blackened due to excessive intake of medication.”

“The return journey to home started off; this time there were three people in her car praying to reach home peacefully.”
