Afiya made Zehra lay down on the couch only, she sat by her side holding her hand. Zehra's face which once held only smile and happiness on her face was blank. Her once rosy cheeks were shrunken, her eyes had dark circles. Her face blotched and swollen and even in her sleep her forehead scratched in a frown.
Afiya sat beside her and her heart pained seeing her in this condition, if anything she knows about Zehra is the fact that she is very soft-hearted yet very strong. She has never seen her this broken.
She went to the kitchen made her soup. After a while when Zehra stirred in sleep and soon after opened her eyes but now there were no tears, no sobs, no wails there was a calm. Now whether it was calm before the storm or Calm after the storm would be known by passing time.
