It was afternoon. The shadows were growing. Asr, the afternoon prayer had already been performed. After raining for hours, the yellow evening sunlight was awesome.
The atmosphere was too silent. Not a comfortable silent. A frightening silence. More silent than Marudur. Even the sounds of little insects were entirely audible.
“I know your responsibility to protect whom”, a man said harshly at Fahim sir. Shibly could sense a clear division within the crowd in front of the hospital. Some people were supporting Mohideen Hajiyar and some were against him.