I had a best friend. Her name was Asma. We had been friends since we were in primary school. Our friendship lasted for a long time because we understood and trusted each other. We were more like sisters than friends.
Asma was a beautiful girl. She had a lot of admirers at school. Even though she was beautiful, she had never boasted about her beauty. Her flawless face was heart shaped. She had an attractive pair of big hazel eyes with heavy lashes. When she smiled her eyes smiled too. Asma was tall and slim, just like a model. She always looked nice in whatever clothes that she wore. Her favorite outfit was T-shirt and jeans because she felt comfortable wearing them. Asma's skin was fair. When she stood under the sun, her skin would turn reddish.
Having a pleasant personality, Asma was well-liked by people around her. She was friendly to everybody. She always looked beyond race and religions when it came to friendship, because she believed that it was the individual that one should be concerned with. Besides, she was a responsible person. Teachers loved her very much for they could rely on her to do tasks and duties. As the Head Prefect at school, she was well known as a good leader and a problem solver. Apart from that, Asma was kindhearted. Whenever she met people who needed help, she would definitely lend her hand. I had never seen Asma sad. Even though she had problems, she would never show it to others.
However, something bad happened last year. After SPM, Asma and I went for the National Service program at a camp in Mersing, Johor. We were happy to be located at the same camp. The program was quite tough as it was meant to train us not only physically but also mentally. Everyday we had to do a lot of activities such as marching, running, climbing and so on. Life there was more or less like in an army camp. However, we went through all the difficulties happily because we had each other.
One day, while we were marching...