"When I really can not, I remember my mother. How she raised her children all alone after my father's early death. Remembering his strength and his sacrifices, I feel ashamed of my weakness and fatigue. And my engine turns on again. "Since my departure, I have been dreaming constantly of the childhood home, its garden, its fertile trees and the bricks of its walls. ". The smell of this house still felt in Maryam's sleep. She was now a lioness-woman, and no longer resembled the innocent girl of Mashhad. "The loneliness of the past year made me a hundred years older, wise and in some cases more rebellious. She had found the courage for life. She was no longer afraid of others and no one could disturb her.