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Rashid’s morning was busy. He called the girl’s parents, and it was decided that they would pick her up themselves. Then a call was made to Ahmed, and he heard the long-awaited news that the war was over and they could return home together with the Sultan. Ahmed had been waiting for this particular call for so long; he could not stand it and joyfully called Sultana.

– Daughter, we are going home.

– How? What happened?

– I will explain everything to you later, when we meet. We need to do the paperwork, and we are flying home with you. Sultana was glad to hear this news. She dreamed about it. However, she had reason to be sad, she had not heard from Amir for a long time. They had not spoken in over a week. Sultana could not stand it and dialed him herself. In response, she heard that the subscriber was not available. This upset her, and the girl sat down on the sofa with her knees pressed to her stomach.

– What happened to you?

– Nothing. I am flying home. Sultana smiled through her sadness. She knew how to do it. She learned this when she started working for Arthur.