A desolate and beautiful love story happened in Iran, an Iranian girl (Mahi) falls in love at first sight with a refugee worker (Heiran) from Afghan in a bus. Due to the concise social-problem between two of them, arise a strong opposition voice from her family. A lovesick Mahi rather abandoned her study in university, and she decides runs to Tehran finds Heiran to build a new life. Miserably, Heiran cannot able to obtain his visa, which considered as illegal worker and forced to return back his origin. In the end, Mahi carrying her baby with the endlessly weep and wail, chasing the bus for solely to see with her husband for last time.
This story line is relatively common where we can see in most of the tragedy love stories. You may even predict the whole story what is going to happen after next. But, in my personal view, each of the scene is very touching and emotional. I do can really feel the unreasoning passion of both lovebirds and suppressed by the fact of social-problem. Especially in the end, it was my "touchest" part, where Mahi chasing the bus. One of the sweetest and romantic memory is, where Mahi holding the flowers and sitting at Heiran's back while he is cycling. That day is raining, which portraying a wail scene and the flowers are symbolize a beautiful relation but is short, just like a flower will be wither away... But, I believe their love is endless, even though they are separated.
I had a deep impression of this movie from the beginning of the story, when Mahi said: which part is my story? in the beginning? middle or end? Sometimes I was lost and make some weird thought, don't even know where should I start for my life? Is this just my beginning of my life? or maybe next day I die will be the end of my life? How about after my death? haha... suddenly this kind of weird feeling just pop out again from my mind, unreasoningly... maybe i'm too pessimistic.... :)
