he felt he had lost something in life , missed meeting fatima, he had come so close to seeing her, where could she have gone, to multan or lahore , the helpful villager did not know, he showed him the place where the family had lived for years, it was a simple structure, it was apparent no body was in there, the vacant feel, the moon casting its rays from an angle through the open door made the air so cold and harsh, he sat down to speculate the events happening in his recent life
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