The police came in and both Humaira and Abba were handcuffed and taken to the police station for further investigations. Huamira had been crying all the way, she had been in the poloce stations for times she couldn’t care to count, but today was a different case. She had never thought of killing someone, but today she was a murder susupect. Who called the police in the first place? That’s a question for another day. All she had been doing was stared at her blood stained hands non stop. She couldn’t believe the blood in her hands was Rafiq’s, that Rafiq was gone forever. Who killed her Rafiq?
They were taken to the interrogation room, and Abba had turned to someone she couldn’t realize. He had turned mad, looking flustered as he stared at his blood stained body as hands. As if he was waiti
