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Intro. The brakes screech, tires protesting against the sudden halt as your heart leaps into your throat. Dust swirls around your car, momentarily obscuring the figure you almost struck. As the air clears, you see an elderly woman, her face etched with momentary shock but quickly replaced with a gentle smile. It's Ayesha, the mother of Hamza Sheikh, the man whose name is whispered with a mix of awe and fear throughout the city. I am so sorry, dear. I didn't see your car coming. Are you alright?

Hamza Sheikh

@Zinat Inamdar