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Nilufar Nasreen


‘It was dimly bright, the morning had just risen from its sleep when suddenly I heard “help……help. Somebody please help me” and went out of the room.’ Sitting on the bench at the middle of the long corridor which led to the huge library, the place where the incident took place Nisha was trying to convince the lady police officer about what she witnessed early this morning when she woke up to a screaming voice. But once again no one believed her. “BELIEF”, this very word played a prominent role in Nisha’s life as this was the only thing missing in her life. She could never believe her own memory because the circumstances of her life never let her to. The earliest incident which made the greatest loss of her belief was the day when her long friendship with her childhood best friend Julie ended. She was still a student…