Ibrahim's mind wasn't working.
Seeing the brutal Riot in the city, Ibrahim was completely horrified and disgusted.
He off the Tv and looked at Azhar's dead body, which was laying on the bed.
With turtle steps, he moved towards Azhar and sat near his body, he started stroking his bloody cheeks like he was stroking the cheek of the baby.
"I dont know whether I should feel happy or say,
My mind has been honoring me for my sin but my heart has been crying over my deeds..." Ibrahim rested his head over Azhar's shoulder and started crying bitterly,
Azhar was precious to Ibrahim, so precious.
Ibrahim was very young when his mother married his uncle and he witnessed Azhar,
Little Azhar had been playing in his crib, that day Ibrahim promised his stepfather and mother to protect Azha
