Mohammad's point of view:
I decide to leave the place without further delay by joining my hotel room. You can't imagine how much pain I am in. I feel sick. My heart is broken into a million pieces. Why am I not entitled to happiness? I try hard and hard to control my tears but I finally let go once I cross the threshold of my door. Once there, I lead myself to the bathroom, leaning against the wall. At this moment, life has become bland in my eyes, so much so that I no longer understand it. I suffer inside. If I didn't have so many charges in my life then I wouldn't exist on this earth anymore. I don't deserve to live.
Currently I have only one desire is to join the capital of this fact I decide to change quickly by wearing jogging with a hood in order to go unnoticed.