''Sana, Sana'', called her mom. ''Coming mom'', replied Sana, while turning on her computer. After 5 minutes Sana's mom called her again but this time there was pain in her voice. Again her daughter carelessly replied : ''Just a minute'', she wanted to turn off her computer but still she wanted to take a moment. There was no one at her home, besides she and her mom. Her mom was a heart patient. By this time Sana's mother was trying to bear the pain but her will power gave in. She started to think about her future, not knowing that she'll live the next moment or not. She wondered that ''If my young child didn't come now then when I become old and tired and call her than, She would definitely neglect me completely not remembering that she grew up in my hands, in my own shaking hands. I know I am being selfish but I also want some credit too. The chain of pain moved from my hand towards my chest. I was still calling her but still I got the same answer. The same short reply which increased the piercing pain in my chest. Then a totally different stream of thought ruled my mind. I remembered when i was standing in the 'Mataif' with tears in my eyes and praying desperately for the wonderful future for my baby girl. At that time I called my God. He replied but now my own daughter didn't answered my call''. With closing eyes she called her daughter for the last time, but still she didn't see her and with this scene she closed her eyes forever......
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