Yusuf is nineteen. He stopped going to lectures in October and by December he was not leaving his room.

His uncle knew somebody good. That was the first practitioner, in November. The second was in February, three hours away, because the first one had said the matter was heavy. The third was in the summer, and by then his uncle was borrowing money for the fees.

Every one of those decisions was made by people who love him. Not one of them was made carelessly. At each point somebody said the same thing, that the last one had not worked because this is strong, so they needed somebody stronger.

Yusuf saw a doctor for the first time in the September after next. He was ill, and it was the kind of illness that is treated, and the treatment started twenty three months after the October he stopped going to lectures.

Nobody in that family did anything shameful. They were in the loop, and the loop is made of one sentence that nobody checked.