Our excitement was at its peak as we boarded the bus that would take us to Iran. Having grown up listening about the Holy shrines present in Iran and Iraq and knowing all the events that had led up to their construction, it was nothing short of a miracle that we were finally going to see those places with our own two eyes. The thought wasn’t any less breathtaking than what the actual experience would have been like. Only imagining it took me to another world, a world of peace and serenity.

That thought, however, was shortlived; when I stared out of the window, and when I saw that car hurtling down towards us, I immediately knew that not all of us would be reaching our destination. What I could not have imagined in my wildest dreams, though, was that forty-five of us would fall prey to a monster, be…

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