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It was just after seven when I was just out of the office. Since it is a Friday, I was expecting crowded buses, traffic jams and long way home. There is a two minute walk towards the bus stop.

I was contemplating about my food choices. Should I buy or have a shawarma from the big restaurant which I was nearing? Or I could go home and go out with roommates.

Just outside the fancy restaurant I mentioned sat four youngsters. There was a quick glance from me at them, just to see that their attention were fixed on the woman who was coming from the direction I was walking to.

She was round, chubby and wearing glasses. Talking to someone using the headset wired to her phone in her hand, she was sobbing.

"Like her heart was broken"

I never know what people mean by that. There was someone I knew who used to say that. But the way she was sobbing, I think that was the best way of describing her.

While I passed her, there was a moment when I wanted to stop her, hold her by the shoulder and ask what happened. Give her a hug, listen to her and talk to her only when necessary.

I know that I'd never do that. The fear of her asking what do I want with her. The fear of her screaming to escape from a pervert. The fear of people misunderstanding me. The fear of her misunderstanding me.

We both walked away from each other.
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