Na Malum Dushman--

sheraz  sat  upright, clutching tightly  his  fists, embracing  himself, so  worried  he  was,  what  a  road  it  was, narrow, slippery  in the  hills   cut  through  the  mountains, the  fal  was  great  on one  side, the  rocks  over  hung  on the  other, but  his  driver  was  at  ease, he  knew  every  inch  of  the  drive, who  looked  in the  rear  view  mirror  , smiled  and  remarked  if  sheraz  was  uncomfortably frightened