Her needy eyes stare into mine, her brown wrinkled hand stretches out in front of me. Barefoot she sits in a corner as I walk down a dirty alley in downtown, Lahore.
I look around, feeling awkward and over-dressed in jeans and a white button down shirt among people who are hardly wearing enough clothes. I watch their brown skins burn in the July heat of Pakistan. Without having any choice they sit and look at life straight into the eyes; having nothing left to fear from.
That’s when their severe state of poverty hits me.
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