Fatma stood in the open training ground. She had a bow in her hand trying to pull the string. Her training has begun and she has liked it so far.
" Keep your lower half steady, concentrate your energy into your arms, and shoot."
Zain's voice broke through her concentration. She tried to do as he instructed. The man watched from a distance and walked towards her. He stood behind her and used his hand to adjust her stance while at the same time, watching her face.
" Shoot!" Came the order and the arrow flew out of the bow. It wasn't a perfect shot but it was better than her first few shots. Fatma's eyes lit up in glee. She enjoyed training with Zain. Unlike her earlier assumptions, it wasn't easy to get into shape.
