Watched it again, I really liked this movie. This may have something to do with my fascination with Istanbul, a two-month trip to Turkey, a seven-month trip to the Middle East, and the first time I saw this movie in a detention center. When Lalei learned that her last sister was going to marry, she kept investigating the high walls of her home, trying to find a breakthrough. In the detention center, I was also holding the iron railings in my hand. Like those girls, I was bound by high walls, but I was only bound for 10 days, but they might have to spend their entire lives in a "cage." When Lale said "Go to Istanbul", I think of the wind in the Bosphorus, the sunset and the people drinking on the beach. At that time, I felt that the work of art is power. It realizes what we want to do but dare not do in reality. The work of art is also a kind of spirit, inspiring us to resist, fight, and fight for freedom. The whole thing started when five girls were on the way home from school and played with a few boys on the beach. Many Muslim women like to go into the sea in full clothes. I have even seen middle-aged women in black robes walk into the sea like this, laughing heartily. Although they are bound, they can't stand their yearning for the sea, and the sea symbolizes the unknown and freedom. When the girls were kept at home, they wore bathing suits and imagined the beds as waters and jumped up to "swim", so as to miss that afternoon and the free time that seemed to be no longer possible. Mrs. Pat, who denounced them, wore a traditional gown and a headscarf, symbolizing the most conservative and traditional Muslim women. They themselves are the victims and defenders of the deformed society. Mrs. Pete pointed out her morality and praised her reputation as "for their good." When several girls rushed to Mrs. Pat who was on their way home, the young Lale was the only one who rushed up and scolded Mrs. Pat, "Do you think you are the Virgin in this dress?!" The words are really enjoyable. From then on, La Lei slowly showed the wild horse's unruly character. She is the youngest, but also the most promising. After grandma and uncle learned about the seaside, the girls were taken to the hospital to check their virginity. A layer of membrane seemed to be their most precious wealth, or that layer of membrane constituted a kind of exchange capital. To this day, women in Muslim countries still value chastity very seriously. In many countries, rapists can still avoid legal punishment by marrying women raped by them. These ridiculous clichés in our opinion are actually infringing on the interests of those girls and ruining their lives. Grandma's phrase "If your chastity cannot be guaranteed, you will never be able to get married in the future", bluntly expressed the only value of marriage and childbirth for women. then , She confiscated all "things that could make them degenerate" and locked them at home. Due to the early death of their parents, the five girls were raised by generations, conservative grandmothers and machismo uncles. This may also be one of the reasons for the tragedy. There are too many differences in concepts between generations and opposite sexes. Lalei's insight is always so thorough, "The home has become a wife processing factory that we can never escape from." The girls learn to do housework in order to fulfill their elders' expectation of them to become "pipeline wives". They were not taught other skills and knowledge, nor were they taught the craft of making a living in society, so much so that several sisters expressed fear when faced with Lalei's suggestion of "Going to Istanbul". The patriarchal society has deprived women of the opportunity to pursue freedom from the beginning, so that even if they yearn for it, they can only be swallowed by fear. Watching them learn to cook, I suddenly thought that in the Middle East, I told all the girls that I don't like cooking. They were surprised and said to me: "Then you can't get married with us." But, is it true that the whole value of women is to get married? Wearing "appropriate" dresses, studying cooking and doing housework all day long, the girls' eyes are blurred and hollow. Only when they are cleaning windows, looking at the fresh green plants and the dazzling sunlight, their eyes glow like The light of the young girl, at other times, they are like walking corpses. They were bred into housework robots step by step in a planned way, and then they lost themselves, became numb, and bowed their heads to fate. Only by doing chewing gum and wearing sister's underwear on the catwalk, these "exciting" little things can light up La Lei's agile heart in this mediocre and uninteresting life. When I saw the scene of a few girls going to a ball game on TV, my grandmother suddenly felt soft and dizzy. You can't imagine the normal behavior of "going to the football match" in their society, how unbearable and criticized. Aunt Aimin cut off the electricity at home and in the village for this, just to prevent everyone from seeing it. Since the village is relatively close to Trabzonspor, it should be a conservative village in the east far away from the warm west of Turkey. Most of the middle-aged and elderly women there wear headscarves. And I think, if it weren’t for Kemal’s military background and strong reforms, today’s The whole of Turkey will still show the conservative face of the east. After this incident, grandma hired workers, raised the doors and walls, and the home became more like a prison. Grandma wanted to raise a kiss for Sonai, but Sonai resisted, so the unlucky Selma was sent to the "guillotine" for marriage. Some simple words from the elders made a hasty decision on a marriage. The two young men looked embarrassed, but no one dared to resist. All of this uses "Allah’s will" as an excuse, abruptly Came in the girl's life. And all this, little Lalei was watching. She began to learn how to drive, make all kinds of preparations, and prepare for escape. With five sisters in the family, it was Lale, the youngest, who finally made the decision to escape. This may symbolize the infinite tension of youth and the hope contained in it. On the first night of Selma’s wedding, both the husband and the husband’s family were obsessed with the bed sheets and would not stop without blood. Afterwards, the girl was taken to the hospital to examine the hymen. On the examination bed in the hospital, Selma told the doctor, "I have done it with the whole world." This may be a kind of revenge for her. She has no other way but to imagine another through the free world in her mind. An unfettered life. Sex in that society has been given too many external interpretations. When a group of people happily came to kiss Ejay, Lale couldn't help it anymore. She overturned the present and spit on the coffee, looking relieved. She didn't want to look at her sisters one by one with empty eyes at the wedding, because she seemed to see her future from those pictures. She resisted instead of them, but also resisted for herself. The women in the living room, as "accomplices", discussed how virtuous and capable each girl was. And every girl must show gentleness and virtuousness by serving tea and water, just like a well-crafted nanny, entrusting her self-worth in these trivial matters, in dressing men and having children. Lale thought, "When the same fate fell on Ajie, she did not make any resistance." But Ajie was secretly preparing for another silent resistance. I remembered that Pamuk’s "Snow" discussed the high rate of female suicide, especially in remote villages in Turkey. Girls are powerless to resist their destiny, because they have not been taught any survival skills since they were young. They are afraid to face the waves and dangers of society alone. They are deprived of the ability to resist from the beginning and can only let their destiny dominate. If you don't want to compromise, you will die more easily. And only the young Lale, not as mature as the sisters, and naturally more fearless. The difficulty of survival and the fear of the unknown did not become an excuse for her to succumb to fate. She told the guy who drove the truck that she was going to Istanbul. She disregarded the distance, that it was a strange place, that she might not have any survivability, she desperately wanted to escape, rushed to the fascinating unknown, and embraced hope. Among those desperate and empty sisters, only Lalei's eyes are firm, thorough, and fearless, making people seem to be able to see the light of hope. At this time, Istanbul is no longer a great Ottoman capital. It is a symbol of freedom. Before the last sister, Nuer, got married, the same process: tailoring clothes and putting on the veil. Lale observed all this secretly, but luckily she was not numb. Facing this decided destiny, the five sisters chose different ways to face it. Sonai refused, Selma obeyed, and Ajie committed suicide. When it was Nur’s turn, they finally got under Lale’s rebellious spirit. surge. This roughly represents the different ways in which women in remote areas of Turkey deal with their fate. Aaron, the truck driver who helped them escape at the last minute, is a homosexual. Homosexuality is a marginal group in Muslim society. Although there are a large number of them, they are given the name of being unbearable and dirty because of the doctrine. But he had an extremely kind heart, helping La Lei over and over again, instead of being as polite as the well-dressed uncle. Lalei and Nur took the bus to Istanbul. Looking at the empty shots outside the window, I seemed to reproduce the scene of the day when I arrived in Istanbul by bus from Amasra along the Black Sea. Along the way, the Turkish girls around me were chatting with me using translation software. Until sunset, we stopped "talking" and looked eagerly at the red sun outside the window, waiting for the Istanbul that will appear in front of us two hours later. . The traffic jam has already begun, and the flow of traffic is huge, but it can't stop our infinite yearning for the front at that moment. The red sun gradually sinks into the sea level, and the sky transitions from vermilion to night. I did not arrive in Istanbul at the dazzling sunset, but I will always remember the red sun, the sea, and the lovely girl. When I was in the detention center, I saw the two girls finally arrived in Istanbul by bus. The light of the setting sun dyed their beautiful hair golden and fluttered in the wind. That shot, to me, is freedom. Although this is the freedom of mankind, it is more of the freedom that belongs to girls, the precious freedom of strong girls who are unwilling to obey fate and want to explore more possibilities in life. Apart from freedom, everything is not so important, even if it is drifting, even if it is difficult and dangerous, even if it is fear. I have met many "not so free" Middle Eastern girls who did not succumb to their fate, otherwise they would not learn English and then met me. But it is difficult for them to find their own path in life. Sometimes they would look enviously at the photos in my computer and listen to my endless stories. I deeply know that the path of women is very, very difficult, no matter in our society or in the Middle East society. But no one can help us except ourselves. Lale is our light, hope and freedom. Aaron, the truck driver who helped them escape at the last minute, is a homosexual. Homosexuality is a marginal group in Muslim society. Although there are a large number of them, they are given the name of being unbearable and dirty because of the doctrine. But he had an extremely kind heart, helping La Lei over and over again, instead of being as polite as the well-dressed uncle. Lalei and Nur took the bus to Istanbul. Looking at the empty shots outside the window, I seemed to reproduce the scene of the day when I arrived in Istanbul by bus from Amasra along the Black Sea. Along the way, the Turkish girls around me were chatting with me using translation software. Until sunset, we stopped "talking" and looked eagerly at the red sun outside the window, waiting for the Istanbul that will appear in front of us two hours later. . The traffic jam has already begun, and the flow of traffic is huge, but it can't stop our infinite yearning for the front at that moment. The red sun gradually sinks into the sea level, and the sky transitions from vermilion to night. I did not arrive in Istanbul at the dazzling sunset, but I will always remember the red sun, the sea, and the lovely girl. When I was in the detention center, I saw the two girls finally arrived in Istanbul by bus. The light of the setting sun dyed their beautiful hair golden and fluttered in the wind. That shot, to me, is freedom. Although this is the freedom of mankind, it is more of the freedom that belongs to girls, the precious freedom of strong girls who are unwilling to obey fate and want to explore more possibilities in life. Apart from freedom, everything is not so important, even if it is drifting, even if it is difficult and dangerous, even if it is fear. I have met many "not so free" Middle Eastern girls who did not succumb to their fate, otherwise they would not learn English and then met me. But it is difficult for them to find their own path in life. Sometimes they would look enviously at the photos in my computer and listen to my endless stories. I deeply know that the path of women is very, very difficult, no matter in our society or in the Middle East society. But no one can help us except ourselves. Lale is our light, hope and freedom.
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