Pouya

And sometimes I've seen people go up an alley to help them get home.

The fact that a group of people are so patriotic and so dedicated that every night, every night, whether it's raining, it's cold, it's hot, they get up and come to the city squares, participate in gatherings, chant and so on.

That's really heartwarming and it's very fascinating.

Part of me didn't really want to take Trump seriously, but he is the president of the most powerful country in the world.

So there is that.

In Iran's time, it would be around three and a half a.m., if I'm not mistaken.

I had charged my phone, my laptop, my portable power bank.

Not that they were going to last too long anyway.

and had my essentials ready to go in case of emergency or if I decided to move back to my hometown.

Since being so high up in my current apartment, no electricity would also mean no water pump, not to mention no elevator.

I took a shower and I think it was around 2 a.m.

when I decided to leave it up to fate and sleep and wake up to either the unthinkable or to a war-torn country.

And yes, by unthinkable, I mean the ceasefire, as I had no idea what it would look like.

I woke up automatically around 5 a.m., grabbed my phone, and saw my dad's text notification that there was a ceasefire.

I stared into the message a good couple minutes, stone-faced, before going back to sleep.

To make all the damages caused by the war worth it, we would have to have a regime change.

But now it looks like we just got the shorter stick on both ends.

It brought nothing but more death and misery, not to mention it further entrenched the regime.

This was one of the dumbest wars in history, to be honest.

You might not believe it, but the morning the ceasefire was announced, I actually called a friend and he picked up the phone saying, what is this?