In IRANDOKHT, my very aim is the exposition of people of some generations in my country to parts of their forgotten past like the discovery of their identity cards in the dustbins of the department of the registration of the personal status. It was like a genocide. A prescribed negligence from the ideological powerful institutions that cannot tolerate a different being and no other method of human life. It solely prescribes one pattern for all. At a time, there were these kind of women who lived, loved and of course they were beautiful.
