ZAINA walked into the kitchen with covered plates of food in her hands. She walked up to the microwave, opened it and placed the plates in it, then she turned it on.

She stood by the counter and waited. The food in the microwave was her dad's, it was his dinner.

He had already settled down to eat when he returned that evening, only to get an emergency meeting call from the palace.

He then told her mother to keep the meal aside, so he could answer the call, and he left.

That was about an hour ago, now he was back and seated at the dining table, ready to...