Better I take Irma to Belgrade mosque… help her convert so the Hodja may run away all sprits out from her body pouring holy Zemzem water to cure her. Ya! It will earn me raise in status before God. I may marry her…this will please my mother too finding me having served the cause of my religion and earning post graduation with a wife!! My inner self had become greedy and oriental. It was pushing me to become 20th century Mahmud of Ghazna. But sooner a counter thought emerged with me saying ‘Wait a minute…what if tomorrow I become a prey of such spiritual fooling …. would I go changing faith…wouldn’t my conscious presume it a conspiracy against my human rights…No no there must be a 20th century solution for Irma?’ I was badly indulged in soliloquy.