A few days had passed since Dawar and Sonia's wedding.
It was very cold since morning. December was coming to an end and the wind made one tremble in cold. She was on campus and looking at the list stuck on the door of scholarship co ordinator's office. According to 'Erusmus Mundus Exchange Programme' only two girls were going to Sabanji University.
Haya Sulaiman and Khadija Rana.
"Whoever is this Khadija Rana?" She was thinking while rubbing her cold hands. Her nose had turned red because of the cold. On a long shirt and trousers she was wearing a stylish long sweater. She was standing in front of the door when suddenly someone called out..
"Excuse me".
She got stunned and turned around. There was a girl standing behind her. Bag slung on her shoulders, a diary and pen in hand and huge glasses on her eyes. She didn't know her by name but she had often seen her in the university. She somehow didn't have a liking for this girl.
"Whoever is this Haya Sulaiman?" Behind her glasses she squinted her eyes and said absent mindedly..
Haya looked at her sarcastically from head to toe and then in a distant tone said "That's me".
"Oh!" She replied almost hiding her aversion.
"I am going to Turkey with you Haya! I am Khadija Rana, my friends call me 'DJ', but since you are not my friend, you should just call me Khadija."
"Only my friends call me Haya, you can call me Ms. Sulaiman." She said that and turned to leave.
She felt this Khadija Rana was stupid and strange. No wonder she didn't like her to begin with but turns out Khadija had the same feelings towards her.