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– What happened?

Sultana was so glad to hear her native language that she began to tell everything that happened to her in the choke, asking for help. She told everything so quickly that the listeners did not have time to understand the words that Sultana blurted out. She was ready to call her father and he could prove that her words were true. That he wrote a missing daughter report and the police are looking for her in her home country. – We believe you. Get in the car. Sultana did not resolutely get into the car, although she had nowhere to go. In her position, it was a great chance for salvation.

Early in the morning, a taxi was driving to Ahmed’s house. Amir counted the minutes until his arrival. His premonition of trouble was growing by the minute. This is the same feeling that has been growing in him since childhood. —What’s going to happen?» He thought. What the sky wants to warn me about. The car drove up to Ahmed’s house. Amir paid for the taxi and got out. The door slammed shut. Ahmed, hearing the slamming of the door and the sound of a car leaving, looked out the window. He was already so scared of these arrivals that he was no longer happy with the guests. Amir walked up to the house and knocked on the door. Ahmed looked at him out of the window and wondered if this man had come with good, or wanted to kill him? —He does not look like a murderer. And who knows, maybe this politeness is fake? Ahmed reasoned. And seeing that the man sat on the threshold decided to let him in. – Allah has saved me from death so many times, maybe this man came with good. He opened the door and waved his hand in greeting. Amir entered the house. After greeting him, he carefully examined Sultana’s father, trying to find similar features. Sultana was more like her mother, but she inherited many qualities from her father. Height, character, greatness. From her mother she inherited beauty and dexterity of mind.