He entered the city and walked for a full hour amidst the rubble until he found himself on a public street. Before him were many tall buildings that had not been touched by damage. They had blue windows that reflected the world around them and a distinctive design that made you appreciate the effort put into their construction.
He also saw some cars parked on the road, which seemed completely empty of people. The streets around him were also empty, and the shops were open, but there was no one in them, anywhere. There was none of the usual sound of cars and people, the noise that always fills cities.
Yassin said, scanning the place with his eyes, "What is happening here? Where has everyone disappeared?"
He did not recognize the buildings, the streets, the signs, and the billboards written in Arabic, nor the trees that filled the streets, adding a magical touch of beauty. He began to call out for the strange voice.
"You stranger, where has everyone gone?"
