for a lot of my life i would’ve said i hated my parents. my father? yeah. my mom? no, but would i have answered that if asked? probably yeah.
in some ways these feelings stemmed from my cultural insecurities, in a rejection of my pakistani identity i rejected the link i had to it. in other ways it was my, and probably most kids, inability to see our parents as people, to offer them the same compassion, patience and forgiveness we give to others. an inability to see her as anything more nuanced than perfect or a monster.
its in the smaller moments that the film really captures the complexities of such a relationship so well. the bits of bonding and breakdowns where i see myself, my mother and my brothers in these charcaters despite the differences in circumstances. and its with these moments that the film is able to be so soul crushing.
a very beautiful film. one full of love. definitely recommend it👍
for a lot of my life i would’ve said i hated my parents. my father? yeah. my mom? no, but would i have answered that if asked? probably yeah.
in some ways these feelings stemmed from my cultural insecurities, in a rejection of my pakistani identity i rejected the link i had to it. in other ways it was my, and probably most kids, inability to see our parents as people, to offer them the same compassion, patience and forgiveness we give to others. an inability to see her as anything more nuanced than perfect or a monster.
its in the smaller moments that the film really captures the complexities of such a relationship so well. the bits of bonding and breakdowns where i see myself, my mother and my brothers in these charcaters despite the differences in circumstances. and its with these moments that the film is able to be so soul crushing.
a very beautiful film. one full of love. definitely recommend it👍
