She was in a state of deep despair, having lost their daughter to the cruelty of tyrants. Poverty added to helplessness. She did not like what her husband had been doing with inflammable material.
“What kind of sorcery is that? You are inviting further trouble.”
“The planet that we live in was created from an explosion. I am doing my bit to create a new world – just and fair, for you and me, and the unborn child that you carry.”
A terrorist was born, but it was not from her womb. She could see her life being blown to smithereens.