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do, and what she did not understood or got wrong I would go over with her.
    Asma was not stupid. She grasped whatever I explained to her quickly. She was still going to school and would be taking all her exams before we left the country.
    Her father wanted her to have a career, on whatever she was capable of doing, and she was going to continue school in New York.
    In the weeks that followed I sold my mother’s gold jewellery, with sadness in my heart, except for one gold sovereign which my father gave me before he died.
    He said it was from my great grand-mother who came from India, she kept it as a sentiment.
    To remind her of her home-land and who she was, and that I should keep it, before he could tell me the rest of the story he passed away.
    My father’s working tools I sold also, and with the money I raised I bought a suit, some new clothes, shoes and a suitcase, and kept the rest for my ticket to America.
    A month before my departure, I went to see Muna my school friend, to get her aunt’s address.
    The old lady whose house they took over; I did not want to leave without saying goodbye to the old woman.
    Muna’s brother had told me that she was learning shorthand and typing at a College in Bath Settlement a journey of five miles.
    I could not go to their house, her mother was too strict, and I was afraid of her drunkard father.
    I made the journey on bicycle, when I got to the school which was a big old house, I asked the woman at the reception desk if I could see Muna Khan for a few minutes.
    “Are you a relative?” she asked.
    “No, a school friend,” I replied.
    She told me to wait, minutes later a short obese East Indian woman came out.
    “Why do you want to see Miss Khan?” she questioned in a stern voice, “Boys are not allowed here. Well young man?” she asked.
    I explained to her that I was seeking the address of an old lady related to Muna and I wanted to see her before I left the country.
    “Wait right here,” she said as she moved her large figure around and went into another room.
    Shortly afterwards, Muna appeared, “Ravi, she said, you looked grown up.”
    I was about to say the same thing, that this ugly duckling grew into a beautiful swan like the fairy tale story.
    I could not believe that it was Muna. She was smiling I never noticed that she had a dimple on her right cheek until then.
    She was a very attractive young lady, slim and of medium height with a flawless light complexion.
    I had not seen her around for two years, although we lived three doors away from each other.
    She was a year younger than me, I used to help her with her sums home-work during our recess period; she was good at spelling and always spoke the truth.
    After I got over the initial shock, I finally told her why I came to see her. She gave the number of the Village and said that I should ask for the Uddin family, when I got there.
    “Why are you going to visit my aunt?” she questioned.
    “I wanted to see her before I left the country,” I replied.
    “Where are you going Ravi?” she asked.
    “I am leaving for America next month,” I answered.
    She was not smiling any more. “I wish I could come with you,” she said with sadness in her voice.
    “Muna, you are Muslim girl.’’ I reminded her.
    “What difference does it make? You were my best friend when we were growing up, and now you are saying goodbye,” she said with tears in her eyes.
    “You won’t come back?” she asked.
    “When I get my green card I will return to check on my property over here.” I answered.
    I told her the date I was leaving and that I would come to see her the evening before I left, to say goodbye.
    “Promise?” she asked.
    “I promise,” I answered.
    The large woman swaying her hips returned, “Miss Khan your time is up, no more talking,” she said.
    “Young man, you got what you came for?” she asked as she gave me a long hard look.
    “Yes madam, thank you,” I answered. Muna then said bye and I replied