passersby

Young Yousef was wandering the aisles of the waiting lounge at Muscat International Airport, a brown leather bag slung over his shoulder, his fingers gripping it fearfully, like a mother cradling her children, fearing any unexpected harm. The conflict between his emotions and his inner turmoil was intense, but he didn't give up on his dream. To console himself, he decided to continue wandering around for a while to distract himself and kill time. He stared at the advertising screens at time...