Today is going by very routine and absurdly like the previous days; I finished the play "The Lonely Man" and was completely disappointed with its sale and asked myself the question: why did I finish this play?! When I am in prison, I cannot sell it!

I am also disappointed that some benefactor wants to pay me the money I owe and I am only happy with this crappy play "The Lonely Man" so that I can at least sell it. Maybe they taught me the way to the well, not the way and the well; I fell into the well, and now I have to sweep and mop here.
All of this is an impossible and unattainable dream for me and it is moving away from me like the wind.
You know! I would like to be free like a crow, not like a canary, in a cage.
After Bahman tried to kill me in my sleep, they transferred Bahman to a mental hospital; I really don't know what his intention was; but I could understand that Bahman also understood that I was superfluous in this life.
Today, the conscript looked sad again and kept pacing in front of the cell when another soldier gave him a list of all those who were to be released and he was supposed to read out the names and a number of prisoners who had debts were to be released.
I leaned against the cell door and stared at the soldiers in despair; to once again watch the happiness of others from behind the prison window.
The soldier began to read the names out loud: "Prisoners; the names I am reading will be released from prison in the next two days; because their debts have been paid by benefactors and they will be pardoned.
Mr. Musavand
Mr. Khiabani
Mr. Salamatnejad
Mr. Hassani
Mr. Tohidi
Mr. Shahroudi
And...
About twenty names were announced in the prison, and yet my name was not among those who would be released from prison; the joy and excitement in the eyes of the prisoners was truly indescribable.
Oh my!
As if I had to rot here in this prison to be released.
The soldier's strange behavior caught my attention and seemed even stranger to me than before; an officer came and said something in the ear of the prison guard who was announcing the names, and left.
We were all wondering what was going to happen when the prison guard announced: "We have now learned that the debt of another prisoner has been paid and he will also be released from prison in two days."
I, who had truly lost hope, turned my back and headed for the broken and rusty door of my cell.
But a few moments later, I saw the soldier say, “Mr. Turkashvand has also been pardoned and will be released in two days.”
I froze for a moment and remained motionless in my place; Sadri and Anush were also looking at me in surprise.
Sadri: Anush, did you hear that too?!
Anush: Yes, I heard it too.
At first, I couldn’t believe that my name had been included among the freed; I had been in this prison for almost six months and I had completely given up on writing my play; but it seemed that “The Lonely Man” had done its job and everything was going well.
Behrouz: Guys; did he call my name?
Sadri: Yes, Dad, I hope you never end up in prison; we will miss you here.
Anush: Yes, brother, it's getting empty here and we miss you more than before.
Behrouz: No, Dad; I'll come and visit you; it's not like you say.
Sadri: Many have come to us and left us; the difference between you and them is that we miss you; on the one hand, I'm happy for you because you're being released from this mess and because you finished your play, and on the other hand, I'm sad that you're leaving us.
Anush nodded in agreement with Sadri's words, and with his large frame, a tear fell from his eye.
Behrouz: Anush! Are you crying?
Anush: No, I think something got into my eye; that's why I cried.
Sadri: Yes, dear.
In all this time that has passed, I didn't think they'd become so attached to me that their tears would flow with the news of my release; But it didn't take long for these two days to pass and I was released from prison; but I wasn't the same old loser with all the debt.
It was as if God had given me another chance and everything had started again; but this time I also had my play and I could use my play to make money.
I still couldn't believe that I was released from prison and that I could continue my work outside that cage; that's why I see life as a struggle.