Sara Apne shahar se dur ek purane ghar kirae per aayi thi. Ghar khali tha lekin ek kamra hamesha band rahata tha. Malik ne kaha,"us kamre mein mat jana".
Pehli raat hawa tez thi. Sara ne suna koi dhire se rota hua kuch keh raha hai,"mujhe thand lag rahi hai...."
Uska dil pighal gaya. Dar to laga lekin rona zyada chubha. Do din baad phir se awaaz ayi. Is bar roti hui aurat kah rahi thi,"main ghar wapas Jana chahti hun...."
Sara ne is bar himmat karke band kamra khola. Andar ek rocking chair thi, aur deewar per ek photo: ek jawan aurat godh mein bacche ko liye hue. Niche likha tha Nazia 2001.
Photo dekhte hi Sara ke dimag mein tasviren aana shuru ho gai. Nazia ko Ghar se nikal diya, jab uska shohar mar gya tha. Thand mein uska baccha bhi chal basa. Woh isi kamre mein roti roti mar gai.
Piche se ek awaaz ayi,"Bas Koi mujhe ek bar gale laga lo..... main chali jaaungi."Sara ki aankhon mein aansu a gaye . Sara ne apna sar dhire se hilaya. Usne apne gale per ek thandi hawa mahsus ki jaise koi gale lag gaya ho.
Agali subah kamra khali tha, photo bhi nahin thi. Sirf ek kagaz tha, use per likha tha: Shukriya Sara ab main ja sakti hun."