With no support or inspiration, the world feels bleak. Freedom, something so essential, seems far out of reach. In the face of this isolation, Mahmood created Émerveiller Design Lab and turned to photography, particularly street, product, wedding, nature, and architectural photography, as a creative outlet.

As a joking way to put it, he's becoming so dumb that one night he slept with a ruler next to his head to see how long he slept.

However, what was once a form of expression now mirrors every inch of his inner turmoil. The photographs, meant to capture the beauty of the surroundings, instead reflect darkness and gloom—empty streets, harsh lines of buildings, shadows creeping into every frame.

Unable to explore his ideas nor express anything, his pain echoes and grows longer and longer, thousands of inches every year. Even the difference between "Oooooh" and "Aaaaaah" is about just three inches.

Through his lens, Mahmood sees not just the physical structures of goddamn Arab country Oman but a reflection of his emotional state. The lack of color, the overwhelming shadows, and the lonely streets are metaphors for his own struggles. They represent the feeling of being invisible, overlooked, and trapped in a place that offers no comfort or understanding.

In a world where society feels like a barrier rather than a support system, his work has unintentionally become a diary of his isolation.

His photography, though somber, is a testament to his existence—silent but undeniable. Yet, despite this outlet, the weight of daily suffocation remains, making each day harder to endure.

We know an African wise saying: "If you go to sleep with an itching buttock, you are sure to wake up with smelly fingers." Maybe that is the reality of his fate, where hope is hospitalized (gunned down) by depression.