Book3:WereMyDreamIs

edttoreproduceahalf-finishedonefrommemory,whieededmorepainstakingcareaalbor.AsAisha’seyesgazedatthenightskies,shrillscreamsofpolicesirensintheneighbstreetsbrokethepeacefulserenityoftheresidentialdistrictaspolicecarsrushedby.Thisfemaleschorhadbeensolelytratedoudiesandwasimmersedintheseaofthemysteriesofknowledge.Thedisruptivedisturbanceremindedherthattherewasanoutsideworldwithturbulentuandcriminactivities.Aishawassurprisedthatsoteonsuchaquietnightthepolicewouldriskwakingthewholeneighborhoodbytheirsirens,loudspeakersandragpolicecars.Somethingmustbeafoot.Shesuddenlyrememberedthegossipsgoingaroundherneighborhoodthattherewasaserialrapistwhobrokeintoresidencesbyfordattemptedtorapewomen.Sheroseabrup