A protective hand

They walk in the sweltering heat, dressed in light brown shalwar kameez, making their way through the hustle and bustle of the Karachi traffic. The honking of cars can be heard through the thick glass of my window and I ignore it as I stare at the two young boys walking bravely through the busy road. The suns rays glisten on their faces, making their skin a warm chocolate brown. The older one had his arm around the younger's shoulder as they avoided cars, stalls, carts as well as the sea of people pushing their way through the coal road. Unperturbed by the boiling heat, they stopped at a stall selling juices, the older boy still with his arm around the younger one as if protecting him from the dangers of the world. The younger boy didn't know it yet , but he would always have his brother's protective hand around him...as long as he needed it.