The Streets Between Us

<p>There are cities that shine and cities that smoke. I grew up in the latter - streets lined with cigarette ends shouting neighbors rain-soaked concrete and the smell of boiled potatoes that lingered in the air.</p><p>These stories aren't glamorous. They're not tales of success or redemption wrapped in a neat bow. They are snapshots of survival - of what it means to get by when getting ahead isn't an option.</p><p><em>The Streets Between Us</em> is a love letter to working-class neighborhoods to the mothers who made magic from nothing the kids who learned to smile with empty pockets and the quiet quiet strength it takes to carry on.</p><p>- <strong>Fazal</strong></p>