My name is Philip Brooks.I am a reporter and i work for a small news agency in London.I had once to gone to Syria to cover a story.As soon as i landed there i got the sense that i had stepped into dangerous waters.
I felt like i was going to be constantly scrutinised here.I teamed up there with a local journalist named Ahmed.He arranged an accomodation for me which was pretty close to where he lived.I was totally famished that day.So i skipped dinner and just threw myself on the bed.

The next morning Ahmed picked me up at around 8:00.We were supposed to interview this tribal warlord regarding a high-profile ******.We travelled for about an hour and then entered this dingy lane.When we entered his territory i was petrified.There were innumerable gunmen stationed all across.Ahmed told them that we were 'Sahafis'
which means reporters.They let us in.We then entered the warlord's chamber.His face was ugly and horrific to look at.It was covered with scars.Ahmed started conversing with him in their native language.I too had some questions which Ahmed translated and asked him for me.He got agitated but gave the answers.This was all going well when we heard some firing outside.We ran out and out of nowhere a bullet hit Ahmed on the head and he died instantly.I was now staring death in the face.I started running helter skelter.I somehow managed to get to the main road.I saw a woman there and told her what happenned.Luckily she understood English.She had a motorcycle.We sat on it and rode off.

We reached my place.I came to know that she too is a journalist and had been covering this story for a while now.Her name was Nadia.She too had lost a colleague who was covering this story.She had those deep mysterious eyes and apple red lips.She was a bit dimunitive in stature but seemed pretty strong.She had a strong perfume on her the smell of which was hard to forget.She also told me that some big names were involved in the ****** and that i should go away if i wanted to live.But i asked her to help in this investigation.After much deliberation she agreed.

The next day we went to a Minister's office and started our investigation.The next day we met up with a retired police chief.We got some more information from there.Gradually the more time we began to spend together,the more closer we got and before we knew it i was madly in love with her.My work in Syria was almost over now.One night after our work we went to her place.She took me to her bedroom and we made passionate love.

The next morning when i woke up i could'nt find her.I searched the entire house.I then saw a hand-written note on the bed.The note read-"Dear Philip i know that over the past month or so we've gotten very close to each other.You have feelings for me and i can't say that i don't.Truth is you are not safe with me and i wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything ever happened to you.So please go away from here...back to your country where you will be safe.Please don't look for me.Don't worry your love will keep me safe.".....♥Nadia(the heart can't always have it's way.)

I was left speechless.I tried to find her many times after that but all in vain.Finally the day arrived when i had to leave.I had an evening flight.I reached barely in time.As i was about to enter the airport i saw Nadia.She had come to say goodbye.Tears streamed down face..i had never felt such a strong connection with anyone ever before.She consoled me and said that she would come to London.I gathered myself back and kissed her.Then as she started to walk away from me and the distance between us grew...**i knew i'd never see her again but i also knew that i'd never forget her