By Zahra Bint Zaki
It was another calamity, another trial – just another news item that described the spilling of blood of umpteen creatures.
As Muhammad scrolled throughout the web page to learn about every minute detail of the very incident that took place, numbness paralyzed his fingers and the watering of eyes almost blurred his vision.
‘Calamities upon calamities,’ he whispered to himself.
Agitated he shut the lid, grabbed the laptop along with its case and ran towards the exit of his one-bedroom flat, as he hurriedly placed his laptop in its bag, rushing on the way. It was 8:00 am and he was already late for work.
“Mr. Muhammad al Fateh”, a voice called out from behind while he stood attentively, waiting to catch a bus to home, after spending long tiring hours of work at the office.
“Yes!” He exclaimed in surprise, as he turned around…
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