(Nafas)
I hug my books against my chest... The weather has gotten colder.
I stare at the notice board at the university... at the advertisement for a painting workshop.
Grandpa never once asked me what I was interested in.
He simply didn't care.
I grew up and lived my life according to his plans.
He never even gave me the chance to figure out who I was... or what I liked.
But now...
Can I finally do the things I actually love?
Does Rasha let me?
I was never taught to rebel.
I was never taught to ask for something.
To fight for something.
Although...
I did fight to stay alive.
Ever since I can remember, I've been fighting just to survive.
Alireza comes up beside me.
—What are you looking at?
I tear my eyes away from the board.
Maybe another time...
—Nothing. It's not imp
