Today I was walking on the street that leads to the nearby corner shop, holding my five piasters that I found on the ground, that will buy my a packet of crisps that will fill up my stomach.
But today we come a bit late, and see the aftermaths of the maja3at of smokers. Except this day we saw a weird site. A whole pile of empty cigarettes in front of the shop lie on the ground.
They're all the same color and the same type. I wonder who smoked all these.
But today we come a bit late, and see the aftermaths of the maja3at of smokers. Except this day we saw a weird site. A whole pile of empty cigarettes in front of the shop lie on the ground.
They're all the same color and the same type. I wonder who smoked all these.
