On Friday, January 7, 2018, as we exited Sydney Banks Town, the transparent road, wrapped in black charcoal, was so hot that even the soles of shoes felt warm. The scorching heat inside Sydney since 1939 was breaking records.

Her white skin was burning and reddening. She was walking fast towards the bus stand. There was a nervous look on which panic was evident.

Even the white joggers were burning their feet. She was wearing jeans under a loose black T-shirt and was repeatedly wiping the sweat from her neck. The scarf wrapped around her neck was now getting wet. She had a random pair of hair, a heat-tolerant wrinkle on her forehead and black glasses over her eyes. She was looking around for a bus stop. The makeup-free white face was now red from the heat.

In the heat of the moment, cars and buses raced through the streets of Bankstown. Then the bus stand was starting to appear. With a little courage, the steps also gained courage.

Azfarin opened the closed water bottle in her hand and poured two sips into her throat. Taking a quick step, she reached the bus stop.

  As soon as she reached the bus stop and went under the shed, it was calm. Picking up the bag slung over her shoulder, she pulled out the paper she had opened twenty times on the way and matched the words written at the bus stop with the words written on a small piece of paper.

She had reached the right bus stop. She checked the bus number on the screen board. She put her hand on her heart with satisfaction. Taking a deep breath today was her first day to go by myself, so hands and feet were flourishing on everything. She put the glasses on her head, narrowed her eyes and looked towards the desired side of the road.

The blue double-decker bus appeared to be coming from afar. It looked as if the bus was melting on all sides of the road. As soon as the bus stopped, she got on the bus with a sigh of relief at the sound of the big door opening. The coolness of the bus calmed her down inside. Now she had to spend two hours in the same peace.

The bus hostess smiled and pointed to the empty seat. Passing between the seats on either side, she reached her desired seat. Her seat was by the window. And someone, who was sitting in the first seat, had his face hidden behind the book. He was wearing a light gray T-shirt and blue jeans. He was completely unaware of the world around him.

"The Enemy With John Ventry" had written on the cover of book. Whatever he had was lost in the book when she approached it.

"Excuse me, please."

Azfarin said in a confident voice. The book was down. He was Asian, although the color was very white, but he was Asian in terms of his facial expressions and appearance. Long-eyed, large eyes had the power to captivate the beholder in an instant.

“What”

He asked with narrowed eyes. There were bruises on his forehead as well. Dark hair was also present on his forehead which was a little random.

"My Seat please"

Azfarin put a forced smile on her face and said again. The style was sarcastic. He straightened up by giving a slight bend to Azfarin's style. But his face was still spot on.

He folded his legs and put the book in front of his face again.

"The distinction didn't go unnoticed." Azfarin stretched out her legs and reached the seat next to the window by the passage between the seats. All the people outside witnessed the heat on their foreheads.

Azfarin leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes.

"It doesn't matter if she leaves or not. If she has to stay here anyway, she will do everything herself."

The echo in her mind made her throat bitter. Shock the mind and closed her eyes even harder. The gusts of cold air sent her into a deep sleep.

The crow was screaming. Azfarin slowly opened her eyes.

"Stop your redemption with your hand and head with every one."

  There was a loud and loud noise and there were horrible screams of the people. Azfarin's eyes were open and they were wide open. The calm scene of the bus had turned into a strange earthquake.

Four black men with pistols in their hands were standing in different parts of the bus. A man was pointing a gun at the driver's head and preventing him from stopping the bus. The guard standing near the gate was unconscious.

"Who are these people?"

Azfarin said nervously to the boy sitting beside her who was sitting now with his hands up. And now the thief was looking at the men with his eyes raised again and again.

"Don't say anything. Don't say anything. Put your head down."

The boy sitting next to her put his hand on his lips and replied in a whisper. Azfarin's whole body was trembling. For a moment her heart wanted this dream but it was not a dream. The four men were preventing people from crying and speaking in their own strange language.

One of them was screaming and speaking broken English, now he was grabbing people's mobile phones and belongings.

"Gaming Euro Mobile"

Now he was standing at the head of them screaming and asking for a mobile phone from both of them. The boy took the mobile phone out of his pocket. Now he had put his hand in front of Azfarin. Azfarin reached the bag with trembling hands. He snatched the bag and moved on. Azfarin slowly turned her head to see the boy sitting with her face turned red with her lips parted.

"Turn the Bus Turn the Bus Basted"

The same man screamed who was now standing over the driver's head. And he was told to turn the bus. The road was heading towards Sydney's forest. Everyone was squealing now. Everyone thought they would get off the bus after returning the luggage, but they had probably taken the bus hostage. A woman was crying loudly.

"Please, please, please."

She was crying with both hands. The English-speaking black man was now stepping fast towards the woman.

"Hey."

The black man was pointing a pistol at the woman. The man sitting next to the woman stood up quickly and put his hand on the woman's mouth to force her to shut up. The woman was now throbbing under his control.

The man had now brought the bus to the forest. People were bowing their heads in fear.

"Stop Stop"

He was now telling the bus to stop. And then they were hitting all and getting everyone off the bus. Azfarin's arms were getting tired.

Now one of the men had squeezed the arm of the boy sitting next to him. After he was made to stand, her arm was grabbed and made to stand. Everyone was getting off the bus with his hands tied behind his back and a man was blindfolding him as he got off the bus. As soon as she was blindfolded, she could not see anything. After walking five to six minutes, she was now asked to stand still. Someone had a strong hand on her shoulder. And they staggered back and asked her to sit down.