.woh mess bahot door thi par wahan khana achha millta tha …main dophar aur shaam ko wahan jata tha …jab main khana kahane ke baad wapas ata toh ra...te me ek purana ghar tha ghar yani waha sirf ek hi room the ek bade si window the aur wahan ek aurat use chalati the woh koi40 ya 45 saal ke hogi woh din bhar wahi baithi raheti main wahan se sigarete leta aur pete pete apne office nikkal jata …..main ne us aurat ko kabhi gaur se nahi dekha .. ek baat thi us me woh akale hi wahan rahete thi ..main ne. ”Fatima was a washerwoman – washer girl – with whom Hassan had struck up a friendship.After breakfast Thomas MacKay brought two horses and a camel drawn cart to my tent. He and Hassan had already loaded the cart with their baggage – plus a small European type tent and food and water – ready for the desert trek. My campaign trunk, containing my European and military clothing, together with Mimi’s travel trunk with all her European clothes, were then stowed aboard. Around my waist I wore the. ‘Thanks,’ sniffed Anna. ‘You’re welcome. Is your knee okay?’ the tall boy asked whilst kneeling down to inspect her knee. ‘I’ll be fine. I’m Anna by the way,’ she said. ‘My name’s Ramone. We’ve just moved into the neighbourhood.’ ‘Ramone? Are you Spanish?’ ‘No, well yes. My mother’s family is from Spain and my father’s family is Italian so I guess that makes me a bit of both,’ he stated proudly. ‘Oh, I’m just from here. Well mum is from Ireland but she moved here when she was 15 and has been. She had even attempted suicide many times. But the only thing that stopped her, was her children. She knew that she had to live for the sake of her kids.Just like a budding seed needs nurturing to become a flower, a child also needs intense caring and extreme love, to become a wonderful and responsible Homosapien.After 2 years of depression, she was finally able to see light as she took over her husband’s company. She was well qualified and educated, and it was helping her to divert her.