Soraya Din.
The personification of Afghanistan.
She sighed as she walked through one of Kabul's markets.
Normally, Afghani women weren't allowed to go about on their own.
This one could, however, because of the fact that she's one of the personifications.
A small boy by the age of three ran from a store owner that was chasing him. Reason being that he had stolen food from him.
All he was trying to do was feed himself.
Nothing more, nothing less. He then hid behind Soraya when he ran by her.
Surprised by this, she looked down at him.
"Hey!" The store owner called to her before stopping in front of her.
Soraya looked at him.
"Yes? What can I do for you?" She asked.
The store owner noticed a head poking out from behind the Afghani female.
"That boy stole food from my store." At that, Soraya looked down at him.
"Is this true?"
Meekly, the boy nodded and held out the food item, which the owner took back.
"Please make sure he doesn't do it again," the guy said before walking off.
Getting down to his level, Soraya asked gingerly, "Why did you steal it?"
He didn't say anything. The Afghani female smiled. She knew what he wanted.
"You're hungry, aren't you?" She asked. Almost immediately, the boy looked at her and nodded.
"Come with me then," she said and stood up, holding her hand out to him.
Taking it, he walked alongside her as she led him to her house.
Once there, she had him sit on one of the chairs and wait while she made him food.
As he waited, he looked around.
Sure, the house wasn't that big, but it felt right to him.
He felt like he belonged there.
When Soraya came back, she set a plate of food before him.
A smile crossed his face as he started eating.
"So, do you have a name?" She asked him.
"Aamir," he told.
"I'm Soraya," the female said.
"Big sister," Aamir said out of nowhere.
At that, Soraya blinked.
Did he just call her big sister?
Aamir giggled at her reaction.
"Big sister!" He said again.
