They say psychopaths aren't made… they're born."
Their emotions live only in black or white — either burning with intensity or frozen without feeling. Like two sides of the same coin.
The room was dimly lit.The soft creak of the ceiling fan mixed with the sound of raindrops tapping against the windowpane.A coolness lingered in the air — but beneath it, something else: a quiet unease.
Grandpa's voice cut through the stillness.He sat calmly on the couch, prayer beads in hand, speaking in a tone too soft for a warning… too calm for a story.
As if he wasn't just telling something — he was revealing it.
Moon asked gently,"So… do psychopaths have horns? Like bulls?"
Grandpa smiled faintly and shifted his gaze —To Zain.
Zain stood by the window, motionless.His eyes stared into the darkness outside, as if he were watching something… or hiding from it.
His face was unreadable — yet somehow, unsettling.Grandpa's smile deepened, the corners of his lips hiding something older than memory."Of course not…" he said."…or maybe they do. Not all horns can be seen .
The next morning, the playground was alive with children's laughter and the fresh scent of earth after last night's rain.
Give it to me!" Zain said angrily,
"hashir, that ninja toy is mine!"
Hashir's eyes showed mischief.
"No. It's mine."
Zain moved closer, angry.
"So what if it's yours? Give it to me.
I'm giving you mine —
I want yours for my brother moon ( mohsin)."
Hashir made a face.
"No, I don't want your toy.
Besides, you're not my friend.
Mom says to stay away from kids who are dangerous
Just then, Moon appears from behind
He had been standing under a tree,
Quietly watching everything.
Without a word, he walks up to hashir...
And suddenly, shoves him from behind —
Hashir lands straight in the mud.
Moon face is burning with anger.
He yells:"Say that again and I'll break your face!"
The rage wasn't because of a toy...
It was because hashir had called Zain "crazy."
Zain stands still — silent.
His expression is strange, almost calm...
But his eyes are locked on the ninja toy in hashir's hand.
Moon grabs Zain's hand and says softly,
"I like your toy better.
I don't want hashir."The brothers begin to walk away —
Zain looks back,Eyes still fixed on the toy...
But this time, his gaze holds more than just silence.
From the mud, hashir yells,"You both are crazy!
My mom was right!"