THE EYE.

CHAPTER 1

The CEMETERY became quieter as the visitors began to leave. But there were only a few people who were still bowed down, staring at the grave in the distance. And this, including a girl surrounded by flowers in a white scarf. Ameera Husna was still sitting holding the tombstone. Sometimes the tears that still flow down the cheeks are wiped away. While staring at the gravestone, she heard a whisper. Ameera kept looking up. Empty and the area is increasingly devoid of visitors. It is possible that those who stayed earlier have now returned to their respective places. It turned out that Ameera was the only one left. She bent down again and this time he plucked the grass from the edge of the brickwork angrily. The soft whisper repeated again this time right in the ear canal. She wiped her watery eyes with fingers before looking up. It was difficult for her to interpret. "Mommy?" Ameera asked in a feeling of doubt that was getting stronger in her chest. While the funeral was done in fron