Ajib--Humayun Belgrami

the dark silence of night was unshatterable, dimly lit soft light of candle in the window of the lone haveli narrated presence of Zaris inside still awake, trying to write a letter , for loss of correct phrases she inetended to express her self in to her friend hasan who was sent by the father also chieftain from baghdad to bukhara, she had become impatient , picking up the peacock feather again she pondered as to how to begin when she heard a horserider galloping past--it must be ajib , the turk slave , favourite of the master, she ran to her mother"s bed room where the doors were opened to her angrily, zaris embraced her mother tightly , trembling nervously , both of them were of ahura mazda sect