No, not yet

While still deciding, her legs finally felt too much pressure, and she collapsed near the door. Lacking the physical and mental strength to compose herself, Amira desperately crawled to a pallet of metal, and curled herself in a ball. If anyone needed something from pallet, they would easily find the near-naked girl, and Amira knew this too. But her mind was too frazzled and shaken to think straight, now all she could do is remain quiet and start praying.

Amira remained in this position for almost ten minutes, silently crying (at least as quietly as she could). While this would be plenty of time to formulate a plan of escape, Amira’s mind was in complete shambles. All she could think about is the inevitable, dreaded moment of getting caught.

“How many people would see her like this? I don’t even have my purse, its in my locker. Fuck, everyone has an HD camera on their phone now, the whole country will see me like this. Should I just cover my face and run? But my hijab will give me away. Why, why why God?”. Praying and wishing for a solution did nothing to help her predicament.