I’m not happy with being alive these days and I like to practice laughing more in front of the mirror, maybe it wouldn't be that fabricated as much...

The death toll has risen to nearly 500 a day, hospitals do not even have a simple serum to treat patients, and we are still standing. Pharmacies do not have the simplest medicines and every day a product becomes scarce.

When my friends announced that we finally wanted to go on a bike ride this Friday, I didn't even want to answer my phone. But I know very well that there is nothing worse than drowning yourself in grief, that perhaps surrendering to despair is worse than death itself.

And so we traveled by my companions to Gisoom Beach, one of the most beautiful beaches in Northern Greenland of Iran, where there is both forest and sea.

When we reached the shore, I did not expect to see the seawater so calm and indifferent, as if it had no knowledge of the sorrows that passed around it, and the sun had such an extraordinary radiance.

That day the sea invited us to swim and we were more than happy to oblige. When I involuntarily hit the water, and the water splashed all over, I just wanted to bring joy back to my body. I just wanted to feel it again and the sea would embrace me and immerse me in.

Like men, I may not be allowed to take off my clothes and have to go into the water only barefoot, but at this point, I didn’t want to think about any of those restrictions. I just wanted to dive into the peaceful and caring waves. I just wanted to get lost in them.

It was a happy day and the hands of nature healed my body once more. When I got out of the water and started riding the bike with my clothes wet and dripping, a cool wind blew over me.

I lifted the hem of my pants so that water would not drip into my shoes and it worked. So on the way back, I got dry in no time  ... like I was never in the water in the first place!