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There was something about the voice on the radio but she was finding it really hard to place her finger on it. The voice sounded really familiar to her and as she paced back and forth in her kitchen it hit her. She now remembered the voice. How could she forget? It was the same voice on the same radio station that she heard twelve years ago that changed her life.
You see,  he was a preacher of Christ's gospel and this same voice led her to Christ twelve years ago. It wasn't her conversion that she remembered now, it was the days before that, the years before that.

Hana's father was a remarkable man, neat and full of integrity or so the people who didn't know him closely said. Hana knew differently, she knew him more than anyone else.
The tremors were back in her fingers as she travelled down memory lane. He always had that effect on her. He was the reason she ran away, he was the reason she could not have one meaningful relationship with another man all these thirty years of her life; she was just too terrified of the men folk. She was terrified and she had her reasons. The tears came out now, they came out freely and her fingers shook endlessly too.