| Hawaaon Ke Paighaam | Messages Of The Wind | A Tere Bin AU

| The Passage Between Thought & Reality |

Ve Haaniyan, ve dil jaaniya

tu nehde nehde reh

na ur kithay ja

bhul gaye eh saari duniya

ke tera hi naam hai boldi zubaan...

Author's Note

Some Italian translations:

molto strano: very strange

la piazza: madness

mi dispaice: I'm sorry

una bella: very beautiful

"In an astonishing turn of events regarding the Phoenix Air hijack and crash of Flight PX505, the second and last hijacker to have remained alive has now been found dead in his prison cell at Belmarsh Prison in London.

Kenny Carter forty-two was found by the prison guard on duty in the morning. It is said he had ingested poison of some sort but toxicology reports are yet to be carried out to determine the exact cause of death.

Sources say that he was almost blue, foaming at the mouth, and from the looks of it, had been dead for at least four hours before his body was discovered at six am this morning.

This is another shocking advancement in the Phoenix Air hijack and crash case since not too long ago, the only other hijacker, Sergei Ikonovich, was shot dead in Qatar during a prisoner transfer gone wrong. It was said that Ikonovich had aggressively gone for a guard's gun, and therefore had been shot instantly according to protocol.

This now means both hijackers of Flight PX505 are now dead and never made it far enough to stand trial or be adequately punished for their crimes.

What remains a mystery is how Kenny Carter, housed in a maximum security prison, was able to source poison of any kind, and why he would take this drastic step? Sources say Carter's attorney had pled insanity, and that he may have been successful in having the plea accepted due to Carter's known mental history.

He leaves behind an ex-wife and two sons who have currently declined to comment on the situation.

The plot of Phoenix Air flight PX505's hijack and crash thickens. More on this after the break."

Moscow, Russia

Sometimes, the world was crashing down around you, life was pandemonium and you had more at stake than you ever had in your life, and yet you chose to sit with your friends and wind down rather than doing anything about it. At least for one night.

That was exactly what Murtasim Khan was doing at the highly prestigious Kolovos Jazz Club in Moscow. The world around seemed to be crashing down, one hijacker at a time, life was indeed pandemonium, and the stake he had in ensuring the AXU was unsuccessful in their nefarious plans was a five foot four inch brunette with big, bright eyes, and a rebellious streak a mile wide.

There was no way he was going to do nothing about it.

But just for one night, he needed to kick back, only listen to the sublime music surrounding him, have his preferred drink, and let his mind have a little, tiny rest before he put the fires out and righted the equilibrium.

Unfortunately, the music reaching his ears was contaminated by the thoroughly unwanted and annoyingly persistent chatter of his present company.

Maybe the friends part of his evening would have to be rethought. He sat back in the seat in the darkened main area of the club, the swirls of cigar smoke rising above their heads, and looked resolutely at the performers as his company continued to talk about him like he wasn't sat right there and hadn't told them to move to a new topic already.