On the streets

That was the first time she met her Hayder. Yet to this date she was clueless, who used to pluck those roses before she could see them fully grown because she knew it wasn't Hayder who did that.

But who...

Nur peeked through the torn out area and observed all the poor and under privileged in the similar condition as them.

Tired.

Dying out of cold.

And hungry.

When she saw a couple walking and placing some pennies in their begging hands that brought a sense of happiness among them.

Even many times, the same has happened with her and her mother. People giving them alms-pennies, and food and then walking away. But whenever someone did that, Nur would leave her mother's warmth and get to the individual who threw them alms before returning them their money.

She wasn't a beggar. Her mother wasn't a beggar either.

All her life, her mother fed her from her hard earned money. The circumstances in which her life has pushed them to didn't matter to Nur. She would never compromise on thi