What angers me most is how the society has fallen victim to this prejudiced nomenclature.

With short intervals of peace in between, we will keep witnessing such horror.

Time dragged on as the mother and daughter sat together huddled in the room, the box and gun in front of them.

Yusuf Masih stood there serving tea as the Friday Azaan filled his ears and blocked out the sound of his church bells.

She broke down finally at dinner one night. It was the day when Muneezah’s father broke the news to them.

She loved those eyes – those lovable, beautiful eyes. And right now they were flooded with fear and desperation.

About a billion questions shot across her mind, gut wrenching fears tied her stomach into an uneasy knot.

These tiny humans have been trained quite thoroughly in the art of killing infidels which includes their parents too.

"We will make her recite the Kalima so that she is pure and then we might even marry her to a Muslim boy. Thank us!"

“I have to be the only mother on earth who prays for her baby to die even before he’s born but I have no choice."