Being Young In This Century

Yesterday I saw a group of young boys. They were at least seven or eight in total. I guess they were at high-school. These days were Ramadan. They had sandwiches in their hands. They were attracting a lot of attention with their more than trebled earrings and tattered, worn and torn clothes. Their noise simply filled the whole street. After they leave, there were only their leftovers, a couple of cigarette stubs and reflections of the rude and bad words they called each other. And a sheer silence…  A strange…

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