Besides Charif Amzian Institution , clings the Local prison of Nador . They used to bring a tremendous confuse of their contrast ; The first was an old fashioned high school , a Spanish left institution throbbing and full of life when the school bell whistled . Massin had been a riotous student in it for seven years , but now he were no longer ; he , from time to time , went to pay a visit for his teachers in the school. This Saturday morning , Massin came by , not to visit his teachers at the school but his brother who was in the immured prison besides it .He had the opportunity to see another world . ''Is this the place I used to come across every day,'' He questioned surprisingly , took the row as anyone else there . People looked uncouth to him , he kept watching curiously few men infiltrate from the row . Massin was late of his visit because of being compelled as he thought to give his place for some old men constantly ; yet with one way or another he made it . A man dressed like other prison staff was shouting their names. looking accurately to the extraordinary rotundity of the staff , Massin zoned out in his private metaphysical world . ‘’Massin Sayeh ….. Massin’’ an echo brought him to reality again.
'' Yes sir!!'' he replied ; The staff was extremely gentle when told him '' Good morning Mr. Massin.'' After ruminating, Massin was sure it was not what he meant; after a- meticulous look on the identification card , he was conferred the access to be among those to pass that gigantic gate . For the first time the place seemed gloomy . Massin was both exasperated and excited ; exasperated about that repulsive place and the way the court threw his brother there unjustly ,but bringing back this topic He thought it would wake his brother sorrows . And excited to share much things with him , tell him how his young son uttered the first word – much things He guessed. Another staff destructed him from thinking ,accompanied him to a spot where his brother would sit in front of. The prisoners poured by the unlatched door came out one by one . You could obviously distinguish between each one , but the jail made their faces shining, bright . An old woman was sitting besides Massin's right side , her son was the first prisoner to come out ; Massin took separate glances on the scars in his arms which , He bet, they had been awful wounds once. The scars grabbed his attention for a while , The old woman kissed her son hardly than anyone did . It was his brother’s turn now , he shacked his hand and cuddled him vividly .
''how is studying dear brother?''
''fine . Forget about me what about you? Do you practice sport , eat well ?''Massin asked his brother enthusiastically , hiding his tears . A mixture of peculiar voices clouded the visit block , every prisoner seemed to have much things to say for the visitors . Both made unexpected tacit pauses as if they ran out of words , when they spoke they exchanged just words as any other one did meanwhile . ''Be patient ,'' Massin told his brother with his eyes flooded with tears . A tears of an educated young man who believed once in the justice of the state he loved . This woke up the hatred inside him , and pondered the sneer of destiny . He thought of a great deal , a batch of vulnerable revenge ideas came across his eyes . ''it's just a matter of another six months brother , just another six months !'' he said with an expression of anxious hope . The walls whistled a shriek , and Massin felt something - he knew that same whistle he idolized at the high school was now annoying . His brother was sitting in front of him was no longer that , and left a gap for him to see an Old man red-eyed with tears . Massin realized that the world is capable of sadness and misery and this ignited his cynicism. He recalled the historical postures of liberty and justice he was taught of his country , hoping to justify the chuckle of destiny that preyed his brother .