"Down with you, devil!" shouted one of the guards from behind.
The guards had been pursuing him for a good hour. Only now did he begin to pant. Living in the slums of slums, thievery had become second nature.
Farid ceased for a moment to lay down on the cool sand in a secluded area. The voices of the guards were distant for the moment and he figured he had enough time just to catch his breath.
He looked up at the golden sky. 'Is this as far as my fate will take me?' he thought to himself. It was as if the grandness of his destiny was as great and repetitive as the early roosters cry.
He closed his eyes, and dreamed a dreamless dream. Only to wake up again in the same sad, boring fate.