Peshawar Street
There’s something hauntingly beautiful about these old city lanes.
The intricate wooden balconies, aged walls whispering tales from generations past... and then, the vibrant red dupatta, full of life and resilience.
A little girl, holding her sibling with a gaze that’s both protective and wise beyond her years.
This isn’t just a street in Peshawar.
It’s history.
It’s struggle.
It’s love wrapped in simplicity.
It’s home.