The line we crossed By Mahnoor Ijaz Starting PageI once heard this story from someone — a quiet, trembling voice that spoke not just with words, but with pain. The person who told me these events didn’t ask for sympathy, only for remembrance. They said, “Write it down. Maybe someone will read it and stay away from the same mistake we made.”So here I am, writing what I was told.Some parts of this story are shaped with imagination, a few names are changed, and some scenes are softened to hide real faces — but the truth behind it all remains the same.It’s