Echoes of Fulladu 2: Grief has not sound

Echoes of Fulladu 2: Grief has not sound

The morning light crept slowly across the room, casting pale stripes over the woven mat where Ousman lay. He had slept, but not well. His dreams had been restless — shifting scenes of old memories, sharp words, and the laughter of the young woman whose name he did not even know. He sat up slowly, joints stiff, mind heavier still. The call to fajr had passed, and though he had prayed, the prayer had not settled him. Instead, it left him suspended…