Epidemic was spreading in the city and the authority tried to control the traffic and the movement of people. I was in my home/family home when I had a sudden desire to visit my sister who lived on the other side of the city. Doors and windows were sealed from inside with a big X shaped sellotape by the government as part of the procedures taken against the epidemic, but finally I found a way out to the street.
Streets were chaotic and many roads were closed. I had to take the accessible open roads although they were far from my sister's home. I felt like being taken away from where I should go. I reached narrow alleys in an old and popular neighborhood. I asked a shop owner standing in front of his shop about the direction to AL Street. He pointed at a different direction saying that that was the only open way.
I arrived at a big area looked like a railway station. It was divided into two sections. One of them was fully blocked by women wearing black from head to toe. They also carryied big black sheets (like flags). The other division was blocked by military soldiers in their khaki/brownish uniforms.
Suddenly I wondered what if, after all the trouble I went through, I did not find my sister at her home. What if she has already left to come to stay with us at our house? A wave of panic took me over at the idea of being alone and helpless in my sister's home. A nostalgic and desperate feeling emerged and I longed to go back home. My home, my family home. Nothing else really mattered more than going back home.
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