The Dream. Mohammad Malas

      “I’m thirty-seven years old. We’re like despair; we’ve passed through many stages and have achieved nothing.” As soon as we entered Umm Qasim’s house another woman rushed in behind us, frightened, thinking that the only reason for our strange arrival must have been an accident, or news—someone’s death or something else. Then, after making everyone swear oaths as to our real intention, she started talking. “My name is Umm Nemer. We want your film to show and talk about how oppressed we are and how nobody thinks well of us. We don’t like foreigners to see us because they always criticize. God help us!