A perfect pair of rounds circumfering another pair of dotted goose brown circles which circled around a pair of fully ripped raisins, the glorious sun in the mid summer in Kabul had made her breasts look like weapon of mass destruction in Afghan.. It had been 5 months since she arrived, and Akansha was in her peak of her pregnancy.. Bush land had indeed destructed Afgan..most destructed in Afghan were the US soldiers who previously fought for Afghan against the Russians and now fought against Afghan as soon as Bush smelled of oil rigs underneath the dry dessert..For al the Bushes money made the world go round...and he had no idea how many Americans had killed fellow americans in the name of war.. Serge Shahank knew that Akansha had arrived in Kabul, but he cared less, since he knew she was there on her private mission and the Govt. of the world, as US proclaimed was not ready to give her long maternity leave unless she made a proper database of pro US americans vs., anti US americans in Afgan..For every other non America, most US Corp. ensured to squeeze every drop of lemon that they cud in the name of glorious expatriates pay..money money ....Shaziv had long forgotten that his wife was pregnant without him even kissing her, Akansha was disgusted what a stellar husband she got..all he cared was the monthly pay she was sending to reconstruct his 17th century 'Haveli" in Nepalgunj...some guys As Akansha was passing through the market in the midday heat, the sun scorched her brains and she fainted over the orange monger's basket..Two hours later, it was serge Shahank holding her hand while she pushed her Akhtar baby out the womb..after all she was Shashank's responsibility while she was in Afghan.... News had reached of a birth of a baby boy all over Afghan...After the 2006 Christian and Hindu massacre allover the world, the Muslims specially in middle east were cursed not to bear any sons..the number of girl child quadrupled than that of boys..afterall girls never ignited any wars..at least in the Muslim world.. There was a huge street ceremony in Mariam, Kabul, where Akansha gave birth...fireworks and belle dancings in the knight...at exactly 2 a.m. a gush of wind blew in from the east, a knight in a black Kaftan riding a tall camel screeched into the small make-shift clinic in Mariam, picked her and her baby and gushed out in few seconds...while 5 of his female cadres stayed back fighting off Serge Shahank in his midnight sleep.... A letter reached Kathmandu, Mrs. Sonika Karki opened it...and it read as 'Missing In Action' and 'Congratulations for a healthy grandchild" in the same line.....the tear in her eye stuck in her heart..why cudn't Akansha be normal like her younger daughter Astu?? Dad came out hurriedly, half the way through puja on hearing Akansha, his 'son's" name. He Asked the blushing soldier, "Where is Akansha?""