A half-naked man with blood streaming down his face was being dragged away from the direction of the faraway 'battlefield'. The people were obviously afraid of the leather-jacketed police, not daring to intervene. Minutes passed and i started walking away from the mosque. Farther up the street, a woman came out and hung up some newly-washed clothes. A man tended to his roasted-chicken in a cheerful manner, just throwing an occasional nervous glance towards the scene of the demonstrations. Everything seemed to go back to normal. Suddenly, rain started to pour from the skies, and with it came frost. Right in the middle of spring. The world was crying for the people. Something was definitely wrong with the country.
p/s : Gratitude to Bro Nasirin for such an insightful motto. Stay Alive. His blog can be visited here.