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-zeenat"s  house  was  filled  with sorrow  and  heaviness and  silence, one  month had  passed  and  he  was  not  going  out  or  mixing  with  anyone, he  was  silent  and  left  all the  very  few tuitions  he  was  giving  children  for  raining  money, he  kept  laying  in his  bed  watching  old  newspapers   making  holes  in them  with  the  pencil point  he  held  in his  hands  , the  sound  made  from pencils  drowned  the  ringing  of  his  cell phone, his  attention diverted  and  he  looked  unpleasantly  at  the  lighted  screen-basma  calling