Where is my friend's house? Broken door, wall. Reminds me of visiting the local primary school for the first time during the rainy season in Goa. When I was a child, if the teacher didn't show up in the classroom on time, I hoped that the teacher would not show up for the entire class, and it often worked. We all feel hopeless about being ripped out of a workbook or some other punishment like that. Muslim families always have a good habit of taking off their shoes. I don't even know what I've done wrong, I don't know how I can be a good kid and a good student. Mother, teacher, classmate. I have to constantly take off my shoes and put them on, and I want so much to return the workbook to my friend, even though he lives so far away. Let me run, don't stop me, okay? Be a kind, honest and obedient person. Feeling helpless is probably just that. There are a lot of things to bear, a lot of pressure, oppression, burden. Is it because everyone does not trust each other, or is it unwilling to help others, or because life is too difficult, or because everyone is on guard, or because of religious beliefs. Everyone seems to be busy with housework, busy with their livelihoods. There was really no way, so he ran back to koker again, where are the clues, where is the efficiency, where are the shortcuts, and where are the solutions. From one hill to another. Educate children to be good people in the future. We are running out of choices and judgments, our thoughts are limited and our personalities are conditioned. Repeated teaching, repeated exhortation, as if this would be effective. Discipline, social norms. How can adults do this, adults still have to educate us, let us regulate, let us obey, but where is the truth, those can't be crossed, adults make me a little unsure of what to do, it's really sad . No one even listens to me well, they don't listen to me, they block my words. "Are you Mr. Muhammad, are you Muhammad's son." I don't have any information or clues to refer to. I have to follow the horse back to the top of the mountain. Maybe I can find Mohammed, maybe I can find him, but where is my friend's house? . I was late to buy bread, and my mother couldn't forgive me. What should I do, it would be dark. I want to return the workbook to my friend Mohammad, am I running out of time? But there are too many Muhammads. Lord, where does my friend live, please let me find him, please let me return the workbook to him. Please forgive me. Sir, thank you for taking me there. I want to show you the doors and windows I made. But did Ahmed send it to Muhammad's house? Child, I don't know how long life is, child, how old are you, child, it's scary to get old. My mother will blame me. Grandpa who walks very slowly, please lead me, please guide me, in this dark night road with barking dogs. Very good, well done, boy. There is a small flower in the page.
The soundtrack, and the same two soundtracks of Ahmed running on the hillside.
So in the end Ahmed failed to deliver the workbook to Muhammad that night.
How did Ahmed rush home in the dark that night?
How did Ahmed's parents and grandfather forgive him that night? His mother left him the meal so kindly, told him to eat, and told him to turn off the lights and sleep after finishing his homework.
How Ahmed was late again.
Muhammad's nervous look as the teacher checks homework.
May the teachers and parents always take care of the children in this land who are protected by Allah.
The last pinch was our secret, we kept it from everyone.
May Allah forgive us.
Always be kind and innocent.
When I saw the weird thing in my head the other day, I thought maybe it would be more suitable to match the Ceylon movie, but now I feel that this Iranian movie under Abbas's lens is more related to my friend's house and To find the feel, think of the residential areas of Kashmir. The 1987 film is really a good film, from this hill to that hill. Steep slopes, stone steps. I didn't cry, but I probably remembered Ahmed's kind expression and persistence.
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