O rose, thou art sick,
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
And the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed,
Of crimson joy,
And his dark, secret love
Does thy life destroy...

Somehow Sadat had from the start fancied Shabo. He was too young to realize it was not ok. They were in fact friends. He knew his mother did not like this and he always kept his social distance from Shabo when his mother was around. In private, however, he always liked her, gave her candies and sometimes even let her play super mario on his computer.

Shabo too could feel that Sadat liked her. Although, she was never physically fascinated by him yet she could not help liking him since he was so nice to her. She was bound to be. She had never seen the love of a parent, no one ever had been nice to her. For her, love or compassion, was a new experience. And she could not resist it.

She used to think about Sadat and how nice he was.