Sadly for the young thief, on that particular day his strict mother was also in that part of the city, delivering a small carpet she had made for the wife of a wealthy merchant...something that Amir could have known, if he had at least took the time to ask to his mom how their little family business was going, lately.
But since the boy was always running away from their house, to avoid any kind of work she could have asked him to do, he wasn't aware of her presence at the market.
When the woman walked out from from the merchant's home, she took a deep breath and she covered her eyes with her hand, because the sun was really bright, that morning.
She smiled, starting to walk down the street; Jazeera loved the smell of spices and the busy atmosphere of the market days...her son had took that side of his personality from her, there was no doubt about it.
She was a pretty woman and, even at her age, she was still attracting male glances of admiration quite often, with her long hair, black as the night sky and her eyes, green as emeralds.
So she didn't paid attention to the man who whistled at her, while passing in front of one of the many little taverns along the road.
She was wearing some of her most gaudy clothes, that day, a long and wide red skirt and white shirt with flowy sleeves, and her slender figure was emphasised by her gracious movements.
Anyway, a minute after, she turned the corner and she found herself staring at her son, in the middle of the crowd, recognizing him immediately even if he was showing his back to her...and noticing how his hand was reaching for the pocket of the fat man over him.
Jazeera frowned deeply, speeding up toward the teen.
Once she had reached him, her hand moved quickly as as snake on the sand, grabbing him tightly by one ear and pulling him down a bit.
-Someday i will call the guards myself, i swear.- she almost growled at him.
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