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The worst feature of Coronavirus is that it has deprived us of our family's embrace. We need their hugs in this extremely hard situation. I see my mother and think about how much I need to hug her. I need my nephew’s hug like always that his hug has relieved my anxiety. I miss my father’s arms that I can hide and forget every single thing except how much I can rely on him. Corona has built an invisible wall between us and those we love. 

These days I am seeing my family from a safe distance and thinking despite this situation that we are not allowed to touch each other, I am so lucky to have them even from this distance imposed on us.

"Corona" could be a girl who was born by making love of a couple. Corona could be a name of a child’s doll which sleeps with them every night. Corona could be a name of a flower that a lover gives it to his/ her loved. Corona could be a name of a butterfly which flies over a green field. Corona could be a river that flows to a desert and change it to a forest. Corona could be a secret word about love” in a foreign language.

Corona could be everything but not a virus which has killed a lot of people through the world and scared the majority of them. In alphabetical perspective, Corona is incredibly nice word more than just being a murderer’s name.

The mountain begins with the first stone and man begins with the first suffering

A few days ago, I was reading about the epic of Gilgamesh. He was a hero in ancient Mesopotamian mythology who was two thirds divine and one third mortal and ruled with ruthlessness in Uruk. People of Uruk went to the gods and wanted them to create a strong man who can fight to Gilgamesh.

Gods created Enkidu from soil. Gilgamesh fell in love with Enkidu at the first fight. Gilgamesh and Enkido started to travel around the world and fought injustice. There is a long story here but I want to jump this part to receive the part that Enkido fell sleep for ever by commanding gods. On the other words, he died.

For the first time at his life, Gilgamesh was suffering. While he was tolerating the pain of Enkidu’s death, he traveled around the world and looked for immortal medicine. He traveled and traveled and traveled and finally found an immortal plant. He decided not to eat it and take it to Uruk to share it with his people, but before that a snail had eaten it.

Gilgamesh came back to Uruk while he was thinking how absurd the world is. So he asked gods to send him to eternal sleep.

I tell this epic to say that life is just this. Being human is always accompanied by suffering. Gilgamesh was not a real man and also had a divine part but suffered by his being human part.

These days, we are suffering all the moment. Bing human in Middle East, In Iran, is associated with more suffering of course and maybe we are more human than others because of every single suffering we endure …

Suppose a witch has told you that something will happen in the new year.

First of all, on new year holiday people who traveled to Shiraz will drown in the flood. Next, the price of gasoline will triple and protesters take to the streets. For controlling this riot, the government decides to shoot people directly while the Internet has disconnected throughout the country. After three weeks, 1500 people are killed and a lot of businesses lose financially. A few weeks later a plane will crash by the government racket shoot. This plane has176 passengers that the majority of them had lived in Canada. Again all people come to the street, but they will be repressed again. Finally, a virus name Corona will outbreak in the world, life shuts down and a lot of people infect and died.

But the most tragic aspect of the story is that there is no witch and no story. This is the reality of people of my country in 1398 (on the solar calendar) which 15 days still left.