This movie genuinely broke something in me. Mohammed saying he wishes he could touch Allah because he can’t see Him just to make God feel his pain is one of the saddest things I’ve ever heard. He talks about God being in the wind, in the trees, in every sound… meanwhile the people around him keep failing him.
And the father ?? As frustrating as he is, you can feel that his shame and fear are twisted versions of “protection.” He thinks pushing Mohammed away will somehow shield him but it only creates more pain. It’s not evil, it’s weakness. That’s what makes it hurt more.
And that ending…Pure magic. Pure cinema. I was holding my breath. A quiet miracle that feels like mercy. I’m not recovering from this anytime soon.
This movie genuinely broke something in me. Mohammed saying he wishes he could touch Allah because he can’t see Him just to make God feel his pain is one of the saddest things I’ve ever heard. He talks about God being in the wind, in the trees, in every sound… meanwhile the people around him keep failing him.
And the father ?? As frustrating as he is, you can feel that his shame and fear are twisted versions of “protection.” He thinks pushing Mohammed away will somehow shield him but it only creates more pain. It’s not evil, it’s weakness. That’s what makes it hurt more.
And that ending…Pure magic. Pure cinema. I was holding my breath. A quiet miracle that feels like mercy. I’m not recovering from this anytime soon.