A typical Iranian woman is usually seeking for a private quiet place, because of the suppression caused by the patriarchal and closed society. A very personal temple of her favorite things, a place for getting relaxed. Society and a government which orders you to be someone which is not the one you yourself want.
You can find every woman’s totems is their rooms. You can understand her very own self, the real one and live with. Amongst women I’ve chosen for this story, there is a woman who’s living Iran forever.
The other one is leaving her room and her home, One of them is young and worried about the tomorrow waiting for her, The other one has packed her stuff for a trip, the embassy has not been enough kind to her and now she has remained with the world which has not been very friendly with her. The other one has been divorced and what is left for her is a room in whose peace she’s seeking herself.
This story is just a sample scheme of a society in which people live who vary.
The last party in father home, goodbye party. A suitcase full of my all belongings. Travel to a land that I know nothing about
sad days in my room.
Be a professional musician and your concert had been banned. Where can be better than your room and your instrument.
A room that is ending, moving home. I just see myself and my decisions instead of me. I am standing alone in front of myself.
An empty room means no belonging, me and language learning books and doubt between staying and leaving. The past was not good to me.
I was told to go to collect my passport. I had packed everything and suddenly no visa. What better than getting drunk and lost in poems when everything was ready for leaving.
Second grade in the university entrance exam. Working from being twenty years old. Enough income but obscure future. Lost in all my hand mades, my art. Family sometimes makes me doubtful.
Being eighteen. Maturity. Obscure tomorrow. Feeling chilled in the middle of August. They say tomorrow is bright but from here is all cloudy.
Crowded city. Living in Tehran. Lost in femininity and the pink. Life with all it’s beauty, attractions and risks is continuing in new city
A room empty but full of men living in my mind someday and books taking me anywhere I want.
My whole life, my good days have been ended. It’s only me and a room in care-home