My Baba Bozorg was a professor of literature in Tehran, Iran. He moved to Canada in 2002 to live with his son, my father. He spends his days, at large, seldom in his room on the top floor of our suburban home in Scarborough, Ontario. Primarily reading and writing, studying English, watching Persian films, following Persian news, and keeping company to our family dog, Oreo. He never misses his daily walk, morning and evening cups of tea, and telling me Dooset Daram (I love you) when our paths cross. He has watched me grow in this house for 21 of my 22 years of life. Our verbal exchange is remarkably limited given our understanding of one another. A bond I believe can be largely attributed to the beauty our language barrier allows us to see. Nothing about this film was coordinated or discussed prior to shooting. I saw him sleeping, and he woke up and saw me. The rest unfolded. No questions or hesitations.
A group of friends play a joke on a young woman, ending up in her getting killed. Her spirit then haunts them for revenge, killing them off one by one.
This piece is inspired by the memoirs of Sepideh Gholian. A prisoner of conscience at 26 years old in Bushehr prison, Iran.
A man gives a piece of his food he just ordered to a poor man standing near his table. The poor man getting a taste of what he was craving for so long, slowly turns into something he wasn't Before.
Four young girls and a boy set off on a journey in a bathhouse in the forest for an investigation, but at night, things start to happen that shows they shouldn't have come there
An inspiring English teacher transports her class into the very heart of a Persian poem.
DJ kahkoh got a sponsor for a new music video and is looking for friendly donations but his sponsor has other things in his mind.
Pariya tries to express herself to her mother and sister through a second language.
A young boy influenced by the stories of a kind nurse and his imagination hurry to the rescue of a little girl who has cancer.
Documentary filmmaker Morteza Hosseini fell into a coma in 2008 on a remote road and his wife, Maryam Sharifi, disappeared. He and his friend Majid Shokri and Yaser Jafari were making a documentary about the transcendental forces, as if Morteza's departure was the beginning of something more sinister