The Porter

At the edge of the morning bustle in Place des Épices, as the city begins to stir for Eid al-Fitr, he waits. Each passerby is a possibility. Each glance, a chance. There’s patience in his posture, the kind that comes from knowing that work may arrive at any moment—or not at all. Yet, there’s dignity too. A quiet resilience shaped by routine, by responsibility, by life itself.