the fear

It was a strange look that I saw ... Were it not for my fear of the terrible whip, I would have rushed, please, my uncle, and accept his hands, and even feet to leave the infant. But I am amazed when I heard my uncle, Sayyid Hanim, and even on her shoulder. But he was speaking in a dry, rigid voice saying: "The boy must die, Hanim ... He must die an understanding?" I want to accept it ... Yes, Han...