We, in the paradises and fantasy lands of our own highly underestimate the courage and determination of a human being. I realized this when I met Zeeba. Zeeba is an aged woman, a grandmother of two, whose beautiful blue eyes fascinated me. But this is the good part of her story. All the rest is sad and agonizing. She is a widow who lost her only son to the violence and unrest of the valley. Her son, with no apparent connections with any of the militant groups was fired by unknown gunmen. Her son was married and had two kids. His son of two years saw the dead body of his father infront of him and was unable to process the fact of death and loss.
Zeeba lives with the children of her deceased son after the mother of the children left her children for her second marriage. Zeeba is old, weak and physically not fit to take care of the kids but love and sympathy compels her to be with them. She cries silently on her fate, for her daed son, for the kids but continues to take a brave stand against the world not for her own sake but for the two kids. She fears not death but the fate the kids are destined to meet after she is no more.
