Chapter 92

• Yusufar climbed the staircase up with a mug in his hand and hot coffee inside it; he turned to his left hand side and facing his mother’s room. He knocked at the door, and opened the door. He met his mother packing her clothes inside a very big travelling bag, and two big bags too had been packed. She was folding the cloth inside it, looking so dull and crying.
• “Why are you crying Mom?” Yusufar walked closer to her, standing beside the bed and looking at her.
• “I overheard your father’s boys telling him last night that, they had carried out the task. Does that mean that Ibrahim is dead, your father had killed him?” She said with loud voice.