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-who  is  that  shy  and  rather   pretty  looking  youngster, she  said  he  was  saim her  class  fellow, all  the  boys  surrounded  them, amir  and  others  began  commenting  their  thoughts  aloud  saim was  a  mamma"s  boy  type, still a  kid  and  turned  red  like  immature  children, they  kept  commenting  and  kept  laughing  harmlessly  at  his  good  looks, smooth and  buttery, saim had never  believed  it  that  one  day  he  will  become  a  target  of  others  comments  and  he  will get  hurt, he  wanted  to  leave  , but  he  could  not  muster  enough  courage, his  throat  became  dry, all he  could  say  was  water, the  word  drowned  in the  noise  of  the  music  and  the  noisy  voices, but  his lips  had  moved  and  reading  his  word  amir  asked  if  he  wanted  water