Stairs sitting around watching Nuran. Street staring excitedly run to the left and right peers. Today was the feast; Ramadan. Someone somehow his name "Sugar" They put a feast. Whatever the name, he made no difference to the fate of friends and Nuran.
Small leaned his hand to his chin, but he looks around the empty old eyes. Not festive dress, her hair had not even crawl. He hated everything. Why and why the answer-or not. But she felt the same hatred and resentment against everything ....