I am standing by the road side waiting impatiently for a cab when suddenly I heard a loud screech, I turned my head to the direction. Okay that was a reflex, I didn't even know when I turned towards the direction. Oh why is the car moving backwards. And now the car is parked right beside me. Why is the driver stopping...
"Zahra" "Zahra" "ZAHRA!, I know you are pretending to be asleep" he fumes. One thing haroon hates is to be ignored. And one thing I hate is to be woken up from sleep, "why? why? why?" I whine. He yanks the blanket off my body but I refuse to succumb to an attempt in intimidation. "Get up" he say...