from previous--

as  aram lay  on her  seat  atretched  in the  train homewards her  daughters  made  a  noise  asking  impatiently  when they  would  see  darya -e -sindh, nazhat  placing  her  own little  fat  pumpkin of  an infant  son  spoke  to  them all as  childishly  as  she  was  just  twenty to  just  wait  a  few  more  minutes and  they  would  pass  the  river