This is a scene I saw when I was traveling in Egypt in 2017 , casually photographed, I would like to draw it all story. Under a shabby low wall, a rusty and worn out motorcycle carrying the years, surprisingly still parked outside the courtyard of a family, it is so quietly parked where, this car it has long been broken, as scrap metal, but let me be very touched, it must have carried the family's countless stories and destiny, the wind and rain for decades, was the owner of the love of a lifetime, perhaps the owner has left the world, it must be accompanied byI drew a graffiti girl on the wall, I imagined her from the young to marry, she and the car had been the father's treasure, the future of the Egyptian girl is not in their own hands, she huddled in the back seat can ever think of her future in where? Who is she?Does she have the chance to see this piece of art, the dream of an Egyptian girl's life?Is she happy now?Is she still cherished by other men?