Tomorrow's News

It was the week of heat when the city's electricity finally gave up.

Something had failed at the grid station, and the announcement came: no power for three days. Three days! No fans, no fridge, phones dying by the hour. Mahnoor's house was like every house in the lane — charpoys dragged up to the roof, hand-fans waving, and from every doorway the same sentence floating into the street: "May God see us through."