"3amo, ano jareede hay?"
A flying bubble gum came through the window of my car and landed on my right thigh, I told the boy I don't have any change on me, he saw that a camera was attached to my neck and a tripod was laying on the passenger seat next to me, he asked with his face about an inch from mine "3amo, ano jareede hay" (which newspaper) "I told him khalas 3aib 3amo sit down!" heheh, don't ask me why, guess I was afraid of pointing the camera from so close and risking him harming it in any way, when he sat I told him "You want your picture taken?", he nodded I snapped the frame, the traffic light turned green and I had to move. I thought a lot about posting this or not but thought if he didn't mind it being in a newspaper, he sure wouldn't mind it being in a blog! I wish life wasn't as complicated as it is for these kids, as a child I always thought that when I grew up I would go out one, day search for homeless boys, bring them back home, give them a shower and have my wife and I cook them a good meal (with soup of course) and then putting them to bed early. Now I grew up and still want to do the same.