Ahmed, who had just awakened, did not know that a nightmare awaited him. Unlike every other day, Cyra was sitting at the foot end of the bed fidgeting with her fingers. 'Where are you lost, Cyra? Can I have my coffee while I get ready for the office?' But there was no reply. Ahmed held her shoulders and turned her face towards him lazily. Cyra looked tired, as if she hadn't slept, and the skin under her eyes a flaming red.