The Story of Farah, Epilogue.

Dressed entirely in her burqa, it was almost embarrassing how easy it was for Farah to leave the hospital, that night. She walked the several miles back to her husband’s home, barefoot, drums beating a steady rhythm in her head.

It was past midnight when she arrived. She had two sets of keys; one to her husband’s house, and one to her in-laws’. She opened both doors, and barricaded the doors to the bedrooms.

She set the rooms ablaze from the outside, and waited for the screams.

She was not disappointed. And that is how Farah’s story began.