A refugee. An orphan. A street urchin. A 11 year old bearded, sticky fingered now-where-did-your-cellie-go?! type miscreant. The prodigal son of the Afghani Big Lebowski. The street corner shit talker. The Bart Simpson of Kabul. The brother who claims he knows your moms and your girl, intimately. A hustler. Young Fuchy. The kid who used to sell poppy heads by the kilo. One of many, but one of a kind. A beat maker. A maverick. A musical hypnotist. A kid on a mission to avenge Kenny for every single one of his deaths. The youngin' with a truly odd future. A fucking menace with a golden heart.