Yousaf's POV:

Finally! I had convinced my parents and my teachers to do the special assignment. There was a reason only I had to take it that I didn't tell anyone. I had to leave tomorrow for the station to travel to past. I looked at the people I had to observe on the digital slide.

First one was the candidate Ibrahim choudary . A 19 years old tall young boy.
He had a fair complexion,
light brown eyes and a clean shave. He overall had a dominating and attractive personality.
According to the time line I had to visit, he was in 12th grade in college and a remarkable student. He wants to be doctor after losing his sister and lives in a backward village.

And the second one was Hania noor . A 18 years old girl currently in same institute as Ibrahim but in 11th grade. She was slim and tall (but shorter than Ibrahim) and had little brown complexion compared to Ibrahim's . She had large round eyes. Black eyes, small nose and short black hair made her one of the prettiest girls even by my present's standard. She had a cute little mole at the corner of her right eye. She wants to be a PM.

I smiled , I couldn't wait to actually meet them.

Hania's POV:

It had been two months since mama's death. I felt her absence each second, everyday. It hurt me so much. But I had to stay strong for my younger siblings. There wasn't much trouble with the housework because we kind of lived as a partial joint family. We had the same house building. But different portions and kitchens. My aunts truly helped us as much as someone could. But, it just wasn't the same. I was even having trouble eating because I had always only eaten mama's cooking. I helped dua in homework these days.

Sometimes,  she suddenly started to cry, I would hug her and tell her to be strong, but it was difficult to hide a few trickling tears of mine that I tried my best to stop. 8 years old Usman was so stunned that he couldn't even understand what happened. Everyone took care of him at their very best but each time he would return from school he'd ask 'Where's mama?'. Ahmad just kept crying these days. Nano had taken him with her for a few months. It was all so... new and painful.

After a tiring day, I was returning back home with Arooj today. Because we had decided to go to the ice cream parlour . I had gotten a chocolate cone while Arooj got a strawberry cup ice cream. I couldn't shake the thought of being watched. It brought shivers down my spine. When I asked Arooj , she completely denied, well then, I guess it was just my imagination.

I asked Arooj about the university she would join after college. Without a second thought she said that she wanted to join the art and fashion university in lahore. She wanted to be a fashion designer afterall. Then she asked me," And what about you Hania ? Which university are you planning to study in?" . I stared at the sky silently for a moment and then finally said ," I don't really know Arooj. There are some people who just simply know what they want to do and what they have to do. But I have no idea."
She looked stunned, " I never thought that the intelligent students had such troubles too".
I giggled ,"First, I'm not as intelligent as you think I am . Ok? And second! It has nothing to do with intelligence. Some people just know , and some don't" .
She nodded in agreement then asked ," But you must have a dream right?" .
I answered, "I do...".
She jumped in excitement and held my hands "Really?! What is it?"
I hesitated," You'll probably laugh ."
"Oh come on hani! Test me! My childhood dream was to be a princess so I'm sure yours isn't sillier than mine"
It made me happy , it was the first time I was going to tell my dream to someone, "I want to be the PM." She hugged me shoulder to shoulder and pressed her cheek to mine " Silly little girl. That's an amazing dream. Why would an amazing and confident girl like you hesitate telling her dream. Huh?". I couldn't even say thanks to her though I wanted to beacuse we had commited to say no sorry or thank you.So I said,"Jazakallah(May Allah reward you for it/ Islamic thank you) ". She laughed, " Oh. You couldn't say thank you so you said this instead. You really are clever. You knew I'll have to accept it after all it's a dua."

We finally reached her house. Mine was a little bit ahead so I had to walk alone till there. I hugged her and bidded her goodbye. She turned and said, "See you tomorrow hani! ".
I laughed "Seriously?! It's Sunday tomorrow. Did you forget?" She slapped her forehead and ran inside in embarrassment. 

Arooj left me with my emptiness and sad thoughts. I missed mama so much. Instantly hatred filled my heart as I thought of that day. The day when I decided firmly to become the next Prime minister!

Flash back (20 days ago ) :

Baba came back home from court along Abdullah( my cousin )with a tired face and a hopeless expression. " Baba! " I called him. He still didn't look up. "Baba! What happened? What punishment was he finally given? " . Baba finally looked up, straight in my eyes, but with a sad look. No, please no! I could already tell it wasn't going to be some good news. Abdullah told me to ask him later but I shook him off and asked baba again, "Hania! We are merely some common people. We can do nothing. " 
 How could baba say that? "No, no baba. He killed mama. We have the right for justice. He even admitted yesterday it in the court right? We would have let him go if he had a family or kids to support. But he's a gangster, unlike others. We have already talked about it. So tell me now, what happened? ".
He took a deep breath, drank the glass of water I gave him then said, " His gang has a huge and far approach. They were supported by the MNA. The gang was blackmailing the MNA to let the man go. So, he was announced as a prisoner for a year saying that it was just his mistake and he never wanted to kill someone ."

" What?! No. That can't be, I mean he admitted it in front of the everyone. How could they say that it was a mistake? "

Baba held my hand and said, " Because, he is now saying that he was forced to say that by police and that he couldn't take the pressure anymore. "

How could this be happening? Why was this happening? Where was justice everyone talked about? I was totally broken. So, we were so hopeless that we couldn't even avenge her. I looked at baba ," Did they threaten you?"  He refused to reply. One look at his face and I knew they did. The pure feeling of hatred flowed through my veins. As days passed by, I decided right then, I'll become the PM of Pakistan and fix everything that was rotten up by corruption. Now that was my aim and sole reason to live.

(Flashback ends)

Ibrahim's POV :

Today was just horrible. And It's not like I'm over exaggerating. I was riding my new bicycle to college when a jeep almost clashed in, my reflexes saved me as I instantly turned it in the other direction but Alas, I clashed into a girl instead. Oh God, actually I think that it would have been better to clash into the jeep. Even worse that it was my junior who had stood up for college elections to be the Head girl, just as I had, to be the Head boy. She was a cute but fierce woman and almost every one was scared of her energy, even the teachers . She didn't even scream but angrily pushed off the cycle along me off of her and stood up cleaning her uniform. I stood up along my cycle and sincerely said sorry. I was really embarrassed. She looked behind me and her mood changed altogether.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to wash off these dirt stains?! " 
I was so shook by what she said that I didn't say anything for a few seconds "Umm... No, I don't. But I already said I'm sorry. I had to turn to save my life. "
I then turned to leave but she blocked my way. " If you're really sorry then wash up my clothes tomorrow. I had washed them today. And it's really hard and time taking to do so. I have a paper tomorrow too, so I don't have any time. ".
Was she serious? I mean, I get it, it's my fault. But isn't it a bit too much to ask me to wash her clothes?! And those few stains weren't even that visible .
"How about I give you the money and you get them dry cleaned ? Problem solved. "
Saying this I handed her a 500 rupees note. And there went my very last portion of pocket money for this month. Without any delay I ran inside the building along my bicycle as the bell rang. Phew... I hope, I never run into her again. I really do.

Hania's POV:

I had a terrible encounter today. I was already annoyed because I got up late and couldn't take my breakfast in the morning. Even our dropping car's tyre got flat. So I had to walk to college on an empty stomach. As if all this wasn't enough that a boy on his bicycle crashed into me. My palms and ankle were both scratched and bleeding a bit. I bore the pain and pushed him off of my ruined uniform which I had washed myself for the very first time. I wanted to cry but everyone entering the college gate was watching. The boy instantly turned his gaze down and said sorry. His voice sounded sincere. But a bunch of boys, aka the trouble makers of our college were all laughing. Did they play a trick on me? Did they do it purposely? Filled with rage I demanded the boy to wash my dirtied clothes. He looked at me confused.' Was he not the culprit? ' I thought.  Right then he handed me a 500 rupees note to get them dry cleaned and left. I chased after him but the bell had rung and I was going to be late. So, I left for my class instead.

When we were about to go back home , I waited for him but I couldn't find him in the huge crowd of students. I missed my dropping car to find him but I didn't encounter him again. I even had to spend my pocket money to get back on a rickshaw because of him. But it was my fault too so I had to make it right. And my brain had already stormed up a plan.

Ibrahim's POV:

On the next day of my horrible encounter, hamad told me that she (miss head girl to be)had been looking for me later. I had to leave early yesterday to fix my bicycle to get home by time, so she couldn't have found me. During recess a little boy came and handed me a note. I stopped him but he ran away. It said :" I'm sorry for demanding you to wash my clothes like that. I had a horrible morning and after seeing the mischievous gang laughing behind you, I thought it was intentional. I'm sorry for predicting that. My friend later cleared the misunderstanding for me. So please take back your money, I'm not a beggar Mr. Ibrahim . You're guilty as well . I hope I never run into you again. It caused me a lot of pain :') " and along the folded note was the 500 rupees bill.
Ahh... I was so happy to see my money again. But at the same time I felt guilty. I mean it WAS my fault afterall. The street was rough, luckily I didn't get hurt. But she must have gotten hurt being the one hit but she hid it. I shouldn't have gotten angry and left her like that in humiliation. But I don't even have the courage to face her right now. She don't want to have an encounter anyways.

Hania's POV: (three days later )

I won the elections for head girl today and had to deliver my speech too. I felt as if it was my first step towards my goal. One day, I might be addressing the whole country. I had always been a debater so it was not a difficult task for me. We were told to keep it as short as possible as it was a short event. So I did.
" Assalam o Alaikum and good morning to every soul and spirit of this event. I Hania have today received the heavy responsibility of Head girl from you through your votes . You have no idea how happy I am to know that such a large faction of my institution fellows actually trust me with this and think that I'm eligible for it.  Now that you trust me... I promise you all that I will fulfill all my duties. I will try my best to solve all sorts of problems that you sought me out for. So, please, trust me further up ahead and bring forth your problems to me, I will always be welcome to help you. If I'm not available or you can't find me  then you can look up to your class prefects and dp head girl. Remember, I'm your friend, don't hesitate to reach out to me . I'm here to lead you, to help you, not to rule over you. So please help me make this place a better one... Thank you "
Everyone applauded and I couldn't help but smile with teary eyes. I was leaving the stage when he entered the stage to deliver his head boy speech. He hesitated a bit and then said," That was amazing. I don't think I'll be able to beat you and umm... I'm sorry  for that day. " I nodded and said :"thank you and it's okay. Don't worry about it. " As I walked back to my seat I thought about how he was able to face the situation and accept it. Other boys wouldn't have hurt their pride and said sorry. He was somehow different...very different. This now made me look differently at the boy on the stage. He looked a bit scared but hopeful. His speech was way better than mine. The words he chose and references he added in his short speech were truly surprising and touching . Perhaps, I think this style was  hard to understand for the younger students. Still, I felt that I won in terms of confidence and strong voice. He was going to be a tough competition especially because he was a year senior.