“Not fair, is it? When it’s your generation’s turn to grow, to create a legacy, to pursue dreams, to fall in love, to build a life, you get stuck in awar.’ She paused, flicking through the pictures again. ‘And the only way you can contribute to the world is by taking pictures of rubble and burnt-out cars and dead bodies. All the time hoping thatsomeone, somewhere will care and help put an end to it… But it ends you first.’ Saahil grunted in response. He couldn’t speak. ‘That’s gotta be even worse, right?’ Zahra asked, looking at him intently. ‘When you’ve dedicated your whole life to a cause but then… you die. So you’ll never find out how things turned out. If your family survived. If there was ever peace. If your country rebuilt itself.”
Book:The family tree