"The screams are heard,
The soul is burnt,
Cause is the people's words,
Yet, they ask who is the murderer?"
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It was one of the days, when she would be busy checking her student's worksheets. Exams were nearing and she was happy that students are learning well. Trying to step up and build their future. But, something was there in her mind making her shut her eyes every two minutes.
It was the flashback or the dream; she couldn't help herself to remember. Pinching her temples she packed her stuff and moved out of the teacher's room passing a smile to other teachers, she made her way to the way, exit. Her tote bag hanging on her shoulder as she softly padded to the Iron Gate.
The watchman opened the gate, letting her out. She hopped inside the car of her sister, which her sister gladly let her take. Waqas was busy with some meetings now days. Hence, she decided not to trouble him.