Tears blurred his vision for a while, but they dried up quickly as he was consoled by the thought that his father had led a good life and had died peacefully at a ripe old age.
— Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee, Short Stories For Adults
“With my heart pounding like a drum inside my chest, I walked cautiously towards the chemistry lab.”

“My friend pointed the gun towards the men and started shooting; one of the men fell to the ground.”

“The memory brought a tepid smile to my face, only managing to lift the upper left corner of my lips that had blackened due to excessive intake of medication.”
