My last hours in Tehran.. we are in Damon’s car; Pooya’s friend. Samira, Damon’s girlfriend is with us too. We are going to the Airport, I’m flying to India tonight.
It’s 2:30 am, the streets are almost empty. the dark road passes by the car window.

My mom tried to stay up, but after breaking her leg she's being too weak. when I was packing and she was watching me –her eyes wet- I joked with her: now you get my point about what a bad idea is to have a child? - you’re right, Neda.. it’s too hard to let a child go.. she answered in a serious tone.
I kissed her in bed and said goodbye. My father was happy though, for him it means I’m getting back to study.

If I could at least kiss him goodbye... with the corner of my eye now I see that portend color that tears up my thoughts; the green and white of moral police car. Pooya distances himself from me, getting to the other side of the back seat slowly, trying not to attract any attention. I don’t move a muscle, pretending I’m a dead body or something like that.
They turn and enter another street.. I breathe again; they are not after us.

In the airport, I have to get checked by the female police before entering the lobby. This is it.. I say goodbye to them.. getting both my hands up, but only to wave them in the air.. not even a hug or little kiss on the cheeck.

She’s searching my body now.. many things changed from the last time I was here, except the cold look in her eyes.. I'm thinking..