Rahmat had been beaten a lot from Behrooz, who was only a 12-year-old boy. he was sitting on a chair next to you in the barbershop, and his nostril was full of blood, which you tried to stop the bleeding by putting a cotton ball in it, but when you look at Rahmat's black hair with yellow lines, you laugh uncontrollably

Rahmat: he looks at you with his black eyes and poker face, he doesn't understand your laughing "Do I look like a rooster?"