Amjad Moubarak
The recent observation I made was that of woman sitting at a distance away from me, she sat at a table doing her homework. She had dark skin, with braided hair in a ponytail and she wore a bright pink jacket. The room that we were in was very dark so the jacket really did have a sort of brightness to it, almost as if it was producing its own source of light. The woman mostly sat at her table with her face resting on one of her hands. She didn’t appear to do much of anything besides casually glancing at her homework. Every so often she would stretch out a hand to lift some the papers that littered her table almost as if she were in search for something. But it would not be long until she would put the papers back on their respective places on the table and resume her original state of sitting back in her chair with one arm up in and L position with fist closed and her head resting upon said fist. There was a cup of what I assume to be coffee, the woman did not seem to care much for its presence, in all the woman’s composer was that of a lack of interest in her surroundings, rather being more absorbed in her thoughts instead.

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