There he was a sharp boy standing tall in front of her mother who was proud of him.
"Qasym where have u been, I've been soo much worried about u", she said as she caught a glimpse of him.
"Mom it was just a tour for an office meeting , anyways I'm back would u make me that special coffee of yours ??"
"yeah why not son."
She never knew what kind of meeting it was neither she bothered to ask as if she trusted him as any other mother has on his child...
Qasym was a very gentle man, tall nd sharp, who belonged to a family of patriotics.
His grandfather General Sherkhan was a great warrior who fought in battle of 1973 for his homeland nd was martyred in battle field.
His father belonged to navy who died during a U.N peace keeping mission representing his country's quest for peace.
But he, wis his mind had other plans.
Her mother never knew what he was up to nd where he went for all those month taking office trips.
It was just a month he had came back, "Hey mom I gotta call from office, I'll be soon going for another office meeting abroad"
Her mother with her blind faith on her child packed up things for him as he departed for his destiny....