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... as she massaged  hair oil on her mother's head her mind was hyper actively  scheming   how to take revenge   on amil khan , she shared her thoughts of hatred  fuming inside her with ma,  afraid  the flames  could rapidly pull down the  entire  world down  amazed at the fire burning in  her  heart  that wasn't in any way  cooling off,  praying  and hoping  simply  the fire of hate  wouldn't  destroy her completely because playing with fire was  absolutely dangerous 

Wasn't ma still in love with baba, she asked braiding  husna  s  thick long hair  keeping her tone  carefully casual 

Husna  today was feeling better and herself had  tenderly  invited   her  daughter to rub oil on her head   , such precious moments  were rare to come by in her life when ma  deliberately  and  willingly in her full  active  best mood  liked to spend time  together with her and shared  her  feelings,  on her informal   query  ma breathed a long sigh before looking at her  palms  sketched with lines , she didn't love him so passionately any more as she did before she  discovered  he was cheating on her,  she was speaking  to nobody in particular  , she stared  somewhere  in the air in the oblivion,  she lovingly  arranged  ma s  veil around her and thought there was no  attachment without  love,  no prayers without love, as long  as envy is felt know it there is no love 

In love  only love is felt  but in rivalry  there is no love