The Khawaja Siras, in due time, offered him the shelter he longed for after the death of his father.
— Saif Khattak, A Fool's Paradise
“My hand is still searing red and the only times it isn’t throbbing in pain is when I am lost in thought.”

“Seeing the blood actually made her feel as if her pain was real, that it had a physical form she could show to the world.”
