Maybe it was due to her persistence as soon as the office opened, she got her passport. Just then she received a call from an unknown number.
"Hello"
"Hello Haya! This is Khadija. My phone is with my brother outside because phones aren't allowed inside. I had to request the guard to lend his phone do that I could call you." She said all of that in one breath. "Where are you?"
"I just received my passport, I am coming. Did I get the entry?" She asked while sitting in the car.
"Thank God I ran and bypassed that elderly couple. I was at fourteenth number and you are fifteenth."
"Oh! Thank God!"
"But they have stopped this uncle and aunty that in case you don't come they will take their interview and that aunty is continuously praying with tasbeeh., Haya! You please come soon."
"I am coming, its's office time so the traffic is very heavy."
"You just come soon, they are constantly asking me where my partner is."
"Just a little time more." She pressed her accelerator.
She was stuck in traffic and as soon as she left Murree road she took a breath of relief.
After some checking she could reach the upper open lounge at eleven clock. The place was decorated with Turk rugs, the unique Turk blue eye (evil eye) and Turkey map.
Khadija looked worried and was sitting on a sofa. She stood up as soon as she saw Haya.
"Thank God you came Haya, they have stopped everyone's interview. Ours will be first."
"Ok....but why?"
There was no time for 'but why' and then they were called for interview. She walked ahead of Khadija and slipped their file through the window gap. Her heart was beating rapidly. What if her visa is declined...?
That officer took their files, removed the form and kept their files aside. If he had to give the visa he would have interviewd them or would have asked them some questions...but he was briefly looking through their forms...so was he really going to decline their visa?
He took a look at the form and then seriously looked at them, who were looking at them without blinking and without breathing.
"Where were you? I was waiting for you both since so many days." Saying that he lifted a paper.."Sabanci University had sent this list to me. Your nanes are present here so that I can apply this visa for you. Anyway visa will be stamped till tomorrow. Any one of you can come tomorrow and pick your passports. Till evening four, right?"
"Right!" Their vouces could hardly be heard. Heart was beating so fast that it felt like it will jump out of the chest right now. As soon as they left the office, they stopped and looked at each other at the same time.
"I am sorry Haya!"
"I am sorry Khadija!"
They said at the same time and hugged each other.
Finally she could believe she was going to Turkey. That too for whole five months!!!That Turkey where 'he' stayed...'he' who always stayed in her heart.
"Welcome me O' Sabanci!"
"Hello"
"Hello Haya! This is Khadija. My phone is with my brother outside because phones aren't allowed inside. I had to request the guard to lend his phone do that I could call you." She said all of that in one breath. "Where are you?"
"I just received my passport, I am coming. Did I get the entry?" She asked while sitting in the car.
"Thank God I ran and bypassed that elderly couple. I was at fourteenth number and you are fifteenth."
"Oh! Thank God!"
"But they have stopped this uncle and aunty that in case you don't come they will take their interview and that aunty is continuously praying with tasbeeh., Haya! You please come soon."
"I am coming, its's office time so the traffic is very heavy."
"You just come soon, they are constantly asking me where my partner is."
"Just a little time more." She pressed her accelerator.
She was stuck in traffic and as soon as she left Murree road she took a breath of relief.
After some checking she could reach the upper open lounge at eleven clock. The place was decorated with Turk rugs, the unique Turk blue eye (evil eye) and Turkey map.
Khadija looked worried and was sitting on a sofa. She stood up as soon as she saw Haya.
"Thank God you came Haya, they have stopped everyone's interview. Ours will be first."
"Ok....but why?"
There was no time for 'but why' and then they were called for interview. She walked ahead of Khadija and slipped their file through the window gap. Her heart was beating rapidly. What if her visa is declined...?
That officer took their files, removed the form and kept their files aside. If he had to give the visa he would have interviewd them or would have asked them some questions...but he was briefly looking through their forms...so was he really going to decline their visa?
He took a look at the form and then seriously looked at them, who were looking at them without blinking and without breathing.
"Where were you? I was waiting for you both since so many days." Saying that he lifted a paper.."Sabanci University had sent this list to me. Your nanes are present here so that I can apply this visa for you. Anyway visa will be stamped till tomorrow. Any one of you can come tomorrow and pick your passports. Till evening four, right?"
"Right!" Their vouces could hardly be heard. Heart was beating so fast that it felt like it will jump out of the chest right now. As soon as they left the office, they stopped and looked at each other at the same time.
"I am sorry Haya!"
"I am sorry Khadija!"
They said at the same time and hugged each other.
Finally she could believe she was going to Turkey. That too for whole five months!!!That Turkey where 'he' stayed...'he' who always stayed in her heart.
"Welcome me O' Sabanci!"
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