He entered through a dark rocky tunnel and a group of donkeys appeared before my eyes. Then he threw me off his back. - You will continue walking to the leader's house. -But I can't walk. - And I cannot bear the looks of donkeys at me. What will they say about me when I am carrying a human? I cannot bear their insult to me. They will call me my family's donkey. I seek refuge in God from being like that. I carried my dilapidated frame and walked to the leader's house. The eyes were piercing my body to the core. There were crowds of red people the likes of which I had never seen in my life, all of them looking confident. I was the only one consumed by confusion.