*
Kabeer's gaze followed Anas as he walked over to the window, his hands clasped behind his back. He said nothing, staring at the street outside as he pondered over Kabeer's statement. Outside, the street had been soaked by the rain, leaving small puddles which some children were gathered around. They took turns throwing large stones into the water, exclaiming loudly whenever a large stone made the water splash. Anas was reminded of his childhood, when he would sit from afar and watch the children play. He longed to join them, but he knew they would pick on him if he got too close. So he kept his distance, only approaching them whenever he was sure that the mean ones had left.
One day, while he had been perched on a low wall as he waited for his mother to return from the market where sh
