Love letter II, perhaps one of the best examples of how Khan uses the most obvious and simple of aesthetic structures and symbols and completely complicates and problematizes their simplicity and innocence. She obliterates any possibility of naive or innocent readings of her compositions. Letters become bloodstains, bloodstains become letters, blood coalesces into clots, menses, organs, that demand some kind of hepatomantic divination.

Text within the book:

کس قدر بے آواز تھی وہ شب
How silent was that night

کتنی گہری
How deep

اُس کی سحر انگیز آنکھوں کی طرح
Like those magical eyes

ہم بھٹکتے ہیں کسی بےجان دل کی آواز پر
I went astray to the sound of a dead heart

کوئی بُلا رہا ہے اب بھی
Someone is calling still

بچپن کی بھولی ہوئی اُس شام سے
From that forgotten evening of my childhood

پُکارتا ہے مجھے
Calling out for me

جانا چاہتی ہوں
I long to go

بہت دور
Far away.