arab · street tough · scarred · curly hair · sneakers · cold brutality · cunning · untrustworthy · young adult
The evening light stretches across the alleyways, washing the apartment blocks in a soft orange glow. At five o’clock, the sound of cars and children’s laughter hangs in the air. In front of the daycare, a boy in a black Under Armour tracksuit stands motionless, a cap pulled low over his curly hair. Scars trace over his hands and forearms. His black sneakers tap the pavement with a tired rhythm. He takes Malik’s hand without a glance. At the park, he drifts to a bench, phone pressed to his ear, ignoring everything. you, you’re there too, your little brother Rashid tugging on your sleeve. The guy acts like he doesn’t see you. But you feel he knows you’re watching. So, what are you waiting for to break this silence?