His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.Just like that, his body became tired and his punches on the punching bag came to an end. Throwing himself on the punch bag he wrapped his hand around it and a thunder-like roar left his mouth shaking the surroundings around him. The stuffed black bag hanging from the ceiling stopped swaying, getting the impact of his heavy body leaning on it.Big fat water droplets littered the hard floor. No, his eyes were not shedding tears. They had turned dry long before, and the feeling of water was very foreign to his eyes.Cold sweat broke down on his body and trickled down his face onto the floor. Taking off his boxing gloves he brushed back the wet hair from his face with one hand. He rubbed his forehea

Habiba walked inside the room leaving the handbag on the couch she moved towards the babysitter standing by the rear door rocking a crying toddler in her arms. Untieing the hijab while walking she kept the cotton brown veil on the single couch beside the rear door. Her wavy dark locks slid on her waist with the short curls kissed her cheeks as soon as they were freed from the several hours of penned-up."What happened?" she stated making her presence known to the babysitter who turned behind hearing her voice."Oh, Habiba." She breathed out. Relief crossed over her feature as her body relaxed visibly.Habiba gave her an apologetic smile and took the extended baby in her arms who curled inside his mother's arm feeling peace and tranquility finally."Habiba, he has been crying for half an hour now. You know how fussy he becomes when you come late. Why don't you tell your boss that you've a son to take care of so that he lets you depart early," Maria (the babysitter) scolded Habiba who w