On 11 December 2007, it was my Urdu exam. I was very excited as it was one of the last exams. I was fully prepared for the exam and slept in Excitement. Early in the morning I woke up at 7:00 and got ready for school. I entered the school greeting my teacher’s and friend’s. I was also excited to meet one of my best friend’s Syed Hamza. When I entered the class, Hamza came to meet me and without any stop we started talking to each other. As it was 8:00 we were given our Urdu paper. The paper was quite easy and in no time everybody had finished the paper. After Submitting my paper, I went down to the ground to play with my friend’s. I went down and got involved in playing cricket, I didn’t notice where Hamza was going. After half an hour my driver came to pick me up, I gave him my bag and started walking out of the school. As I was coming out, I saw several people gathered around a van. I also saw a security van containing security guard’s. I was very keen to know what had happened, so I started to walk towards the van with a crowd of men gathered around one of its door. I went into the crowd pushing the men apart; I was shocked to see my friend Hamza with his head all red and eyes bulked out. I created a panic and went towards another van of my school mate’s. I asked them about Hamza, they said that he had been crossing the road without seeing the van and came under it. When I turned around, our School van driver started the van and took Hamza to the nearest hospital. With a lot of fear I went back to my home. As I reached home, I began to weep as I knew he couldn’t be saved. After an hour, one of my friends called me to inform that Hamza had died that moment. I began to cry and felt regret. Each time I thought about him, a thought came into my mind that I could had talked to him for the last time. I could not believe that I had lost one of my good friends. That day was the worst day of my life because I had lost a wonderful friend.