Hey Anoo! Why dont you hang out with us? asked Azka.

I wish I could guys, I shouted from my bedroom window, but I have to pack my briefcase. You know I have to go to Rome from tonights flight, and I put in more of my clothes in the over-flowing briefcase. At least you could come down from your room outside and bid us good bye! said Ali, waving his hands. I nodded and trotted down stairs from my room. Ali, Azka and Nasir were waiting for me. Azka had tears in her eyes. Dont cry Az, you know Ill come back some day, I said hugging her with compassion. But no one can live without a pal and over and above, you are the best pal in the whole wide world, said Ali. Correction. Not in the whole wide world, in the whole wide universe, said Nasir. I giggled. You guys can never stop valuing me, I said. Anoosha! I suppose you should be packing your briefcase instead of chitchatting, said my mom, from the main door. Okay guys! Wish me luck, I said and hugged them for the last time. I was going to miss them a lot. I ran inside and quickly got ready. As I assembled my briefcase, I didnt even know and only an hour was left before the flight arrived. Oh my! That was terrible because it took half an hour to cover the distance from my house to the airport. I had half an hour left at my home, and with my caring parents. I went downstairs and took a glimpse of my well-decorated house. Am I even going to see my home again? Am I going to meet my friends and family ever again? Is this the last moment I am going to spend in my country? Many other questions occupied my mind. I sighed sadly and approached towards the main door. Anoosha! my mother and father said, in a peculiar manner. It felt they were concerned about me a lot. I turned. I wanted to hug my mom and never leave her, but I knew it was not possible. My mother and father came towards me. My dad said, Anoosha, I am very proud of you indeed. And I see a bright future ahead of you. But, as you have to compromise to achieve something at times, I guess youll have to compromise the company of your home. Your home doesnt mean just us, it also means the country you live in and each and every person in this country, you know or you dont. I will miss you a lot. Then my mother said, Your father is right. But, remember us and come back soon! she said and burst into tears. Mom, dont cry. I love you too. Come on, youre an old lady. Relax, I said, holding her in my hands. Oh no! There was only ten minutes left. I parted with my mother and rushed to the airport. I was just on time. Soon I was seated in the airplane. At last I was relaxed. Oh hi. Im Anoosha Iftikhar and I am twenty-three years old. I am a journalist and I had to do some research work in Rome. So, as I was saying, I soon discovered myself, solving a fifteen-year-old case. I was attended with a car with a driver. I quickly was led to my apartment. I relaxed that day. The next day, I woke up at dawn. Then I went to the mental asylum. There, I was taken to an old woman. She was a criminal and had gone mad, probably because she was arrested by the police. She had murdered the lone billionaire, Mr. Make who was the most important person in Italy. The doctors could not communicate with her for years. They said that all she said was, Hes no more. Her name was Nancy. I was there to study this case and write a cover story on it. If I wrote a good one; I would get an opportunity to rise from my position. I started my conversation in a formal manner. Good morning, Mrs. Azkaban. I am here to know about the murder done by you, I said, but then I detected a mistake and said, Or did someone else do it? She looked at me blankly and said, Hes no more. I said, Nancy, who murdered Mr. Make? She said once again, Hes no more. Who m-u-r-d-e-r-e-d the Mr. M-a-k-e? I asked, loudly. She said, Hes no more. I felt hopeless. The time given to me for talking to her had finished. I sadly went to my apartment. That evening, I was attended by the janitor of the school nearby. I once used to be a young police man fifteen years back, he began, and I also knew about Nancys case. Officer George and a team of police men were sent to

arrest her in her apartment. Her son was killed and thats why she always says, Hes no more. I dont know who killed him, as I was sent to the police station to give some reports of some other case. However, when I knew that he was killed by one of us, I left the job feeling embarrassed. When I knew you were here to study it, I came right up to you. I suspected him but then, thinking that there was nothing to lose, went to her apartment. There, I found a photo of a seven-year-old boy. The janitor told it was Nancys son. I decided to go back to the mental asylum the next day. I woke up at dawn and quickly went there. I stood in front of Nancy, and showed her the photo. Is he your son? I asked, loudly. She stared at the picture for a long time. Then she nodded. Who killed him? I asked. Then, she replied, Officer George. I was delighted about my progress. I wanted to go to the police station that very moment, but Nancy stopped me. Please dont go. After years I feel someone can help my helpless soul to gain power, she said. I turned around towards her and asked, What? You mean you didnt do anything? She nodded. Then she began, I was a lovely, young girl of about your age when I got married to a very rich man. My husband Ron Azkaban was very harsh, and used to drink. Whenever he drank he beat me for no reason. One day he died because of drinking too much. I soon had Kevin, and I took very much care of him. Because my husband had left a lot of money for me, my husbands family wanted it and was very harsh with me. For my Kevin, I tolerated the harsh attitude and lived in a dusty apartment. But, soon my brother-in-law, who was very greedy, killed Mr. Make, the only billionaire and blamed me for his death. His family supported him, and that way they got a lot of money. When I begged for my sons future, the Officer simply killed him and she burst into tears. I wiped her tears and I quickly went over to the police station and made a complaint about Officer George. Are you serious? asked the police officer, as I told him about the murder. I nodded. He quickly drove me to his house and seized the guilty George. You must know who murdered Italys lone billionaire I said to the officer Who? he asked. I said, Mr. Azkabans brother. The officer was surprised, and he told me that he knew him and they were good friends. He went to his house and arrested him. The case was soon over, and Nancy was free, from jail as well as mental asylum. She even helped me with the article. I did not only achieve success and money, but I also felt the love of a mother Kevin got.