After a while screaming non-stop, his throat was already hurting and he had no choice but to give up and fall back on the cold and dirty floor. Hugging her legs, she let the crying out, crying non-stop, she couldn't stop.

It was some time before he could quickly regain his calm, then he got up from there and looked for some way out but there was nothing, except a tiny window very high through which little light entered and the point through which he had surely exited. that butterfly.

Suddenly he went to the door, and although he tried to open it, over and over again, nothing worked. It was complicated. He had only managed to fill himself with a lot of frustration and anger. Thus turning the despair of before into an even more intensified one.

He didn't have his things with him either, as was to be expected; She thought of Rashid, of Amina, the first to cry out when she was on the floor and couldn't find her. He hoped that he would notify Rashid of his disappearance and not that he wou