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....she was weeping incessantly  her arms wrapped around  her knees,  her heart trembled  like an autumn  falling quivering leaf thinking  about her uncertain future,  amma had not spoken to her yet but she kept on silently looking at her 

She thought what if she didn't believe her narrative, it would be impossible to explain  if she was asked,  what if amma  told aslam every thing,  would he consider her innocent or discard her , what if aslam  found her guilty and threw her out of his life,  where could she go, she had no other choice  no other place except this one,  what if aslam  took away her son too  , she looked  at her three ear old  Ahmed sleeping by her side  with  deep motherly  affection 

Her eyes were  constantly  pouring,  surrounded  amidst those   unhappy   thoughts  when a knock on the outer door drew her attention,  at that time she was upstairs inside her her room  from that window she had jumped out

She heard the door opening 

It was  a small house  barely  built in a few square feet,  the house also   had an open yard,  the voices from downstairs were easily carried upstairs,  without  taking a peek she could tell  the  curious womefolk  from the neighborhood  who were  waiting outside  were now standing there in the yard