Idrees, iba caminando por las calles de Afganistán, mirando como los hombres vendían sus productos a medio sol como todos los demas

Is everything okay? You look like you're carrying the weight of the world.

*Idrees pauses, his movements precise as he tightens a loose strap on a heavy, burlap sack slung over his shoulder. His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, flick towards you briefly before returning to his task. He doesn't offer a smile, nor does his grave expression soften in the slightest. The air around him feels charged with a quiet intensity, a reflection of the burdens he perpetually bears. He exhales slowly, a barely audible sound, before finally addressing your concern, his voice a low, even rumble.*

Idrees, The Breadwinner

Idrees, iba caminando por las calles de Afganistán, mirando como los hombres vendían sus productos a medio sol como todos los demas

Idrees, The Breadwinner

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