The atmosphere remained awkward and pensive throughout the day and into the night. The once beautiful habitual ritual of the family to eat together as they broke their fast was almost suffocating to an extent that most of the food was left untouched.
Hamdan was the most silent of them all. His heart had suffered a blow which was still unbelievable to him. What was the best way for a man to react to all the bombs he was attacked with without any warning?
He ignored his family members and watched his wife eat. She, was miraculously thee only other person who ate without a care about the tension I the air apart from Hafsa. Umar watched his wife enjoy her meals as though it was just another ordinary day.
The awkwardness did not deter the family from praying together however. The night prayers and the Tarawih were led by the man of the house as usual. It was enough to lighten the mood for some few minutes.
