Unsaid things about the unrequited love of two famous artists, Forough Farrokhzad and Ebrahim Golestan
Well, it was my mother, a very real mother. A woman with a lot of sacrifice I sometimes get nervous that it all spills over onto her baby and husband. Contrary to many, my mother was outwardly a modern and civilized person, but inside she was a completely traditional woman—a very traditional wife and mother. I had a problem with him, and I always told him that I didn’t like seeing him so indifferent to himself. The fact is that it reached us, and we were happy that it reached us, but it did not reach itself at all. Sometimes it was very short, especially in front of my father. Actually, I didn’t really appreciate this overly self-sacrificing traditional morality. But it was like that, and it remained like that until the end.