At the beginning of lockdown, I felt getting stuck in a horrible situation and it would never end. I searched about previous pandemic diseases that happened in the past to find out how long they took, for example, seven years! “Oh God, what about my dreams?” Totally getting down. Till I heard an old Persian poem(Hafez-13th-14th century) mentioned: “Arrived the glad tidings that grief’s time shall not remain; Like that remained not, like this shall not remain”. It works like a relief for me to stay calm, accept pandemic side effects, and start defining myself in this crisis.


Tools: Adobe After Effects