"Nobody loves me, not even my grandma. They all left me because I was blind. If I could see, I could go to school like everyone else, but now, I have to go to school for the blind, like in It's the same on the other side of the world. The teacher said that the Lord loves the blind because they can't see. But I said that if this is the case, God won't make us blind, so we can't see God. The teacher replied, 'The Lord does not Visible. All over the place, you can feel it. You know it with your fingertips.' Now I keep reaching out until one day I feel God's presence. I'm going to tell him everything, even inside me The secret..." This is the protagonist of the film, the blind boy Muhammad, questioning God in tears.
So Muhammad kept reaching out. He wanted to catch the wind. He clambered up the tree trunk with difficulty, to help the little chick who had accidentally dropped the branch to return to the nest. He wanted to catch butterflies, he felt the flow of spring water with his fingers, stroked the ears of wheat, and listened to the sound of woodpeckers pecking trees with his ears... This is a child whose heart is pure as water.
The child's father is a really annoying character. Because he was so desperate to remarry and desire his own happiness that he despised and even hated Muhammad. In his eyes, Muhammad's existence is a burden, a burden that drags him down to grasp happiness. When his father thought that the existence of Muhammad had seriously threatened the smooth progress of his remarriage plan, he even sent little Muhammad to a distant blind carpenter's house as an apprentice behind his grandmother's back, which was undoubtedly a kind of abandonment. It is precisely because of the father's ruthless actions that little Mohammed was heartbroken and had the hopeless thought of "no one in the world loves me".
The grandmother, who had a deep relationship with little Mohammed, left because she could not accept the fact that Mohammed was sent away. When the rain-drenched grandma returned home again, her father asked her helplessly and perfunctorily, "Do you want me to bring Muhammad back?" The sad grandma said, "I don't worry about him, I I'm worried about you." What I didn't say was that what I was worried about was the coldness and ruthlessness in your heart.
Finally, my grandmother died because of the wind and cold in the rain. My father's marriage also fell apart because of this funeral. The grieving father decided to bring back little Muhammad, but even if he had made that decision, he was still hesitating by now.
The way home was sad, and the father and son said nothing. Little Mohammed had realized that they were not on the road home, but a completely unfamiliar road leading to the forest. When his father led the horse to cross the wooden bridge on the creek, the wooden bridge suddenly broke, and the little Mohammed, who was riding on the horse, fell into the fast-flowing creek together with the horse. Dad was petrified, but right away he jumped into the turbulence. After being sucked into the whirlpool again and again, he finally lost consciousness.
The father who woke up again had been washed ashore by running water. He finally saw little Mohammed who was also washed ashore not far away, but it was too late. No matter how tightly his father hugged him, called his name over and over again, and cried heart-to-heart, little Mohammed was gone forever.
To our astonishment, Muhammad's small hand, which was exposed, slowly gave off a golden light.
What does this ending mean? Maybe it was the always selfish father who finally discovered his deep love for his son and completed the baptism of his soul; or maybe the little Mohammed, who had always been lacking in love and warmth, finally said goodbye to the world. It's comforting to have the love of a father that I crave most.
But I think that's because little Muhammad believed in the invisible but can feel with his fingertips, the existence he once doubted, finally cast a light on his father, awakened the warmth in his heart, so that little Muhammad was able to feel the presence of the Lord at the last moment of his life and see the color of heaven he had been waiting for.
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