I am a person who rarely writes movie reviews. After watching a movie, it gives me the most cleansing of my soul, and nothing else. Everyone must have been moved by Ali's final sprint, knowing that he was going to run first, but still worried that something might go wrong. Always a little provocative.
But the friendship that flows through it always makes me feel ashamed.
The first time Ali's sister saw the missing shoes on another girl's feet, I thought she would rush up to ask her what was going on, regardless of the school's exit order, but she didn't. Later, the girl who smiled calmly but steadfast did not expose the secret of the pair of small shoes that belonged to her. Until the pen she accidentally lost was returned, until the girl who wore her shoes put on new shoes, until she saw the blind father of the girl. Knowing their similarities, she couldn't bear to hurt each other. Two beautiful girls.
Ali's father, an honest and somewhat timid man. The one who drank his daughter's tea but didn't want the sugar that didn't belong to him, the one who really couldn't tell what he wanted to do by ringing the doorbell, the one who was frightened away by the barking dog with the door closed, the one who told his wife to pay attention to his body in a scolding tone, People who can't be too tired. A good man. Two pairs of new shoes, how happy the children are.
Seeing them find their own fun, blowing a bigger and more colorful bubble, how dazzling in the absolutely brilliant and enchanting sunshine of West Asia.
Inch by inch, the time really flows here.
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