Static, stoic sunlight was streaming through the vast emptiness around and wreaking havoc in the endless Sahara. Wearing burning blisters like a raincoat, the traveler was running clueless in search of a drop of water in the barren land. But the cup was full of sand.
[[i]This is an independent supplementary effort to the article, Naming The Names: Introducing The Pakistani War Criminals by Ahmed Ziauddin. Here I go by the list built by Dr.