Iran, subtly exposing the hypocrisy of religion, was possible only in the 1960s and it's delightful to see that. Farokhzad skilfully balanced gory imagery and idealistic religious verses to overwhelm the viewer with emotions and the sense of absurdity. This capturing blend of poetry and documentary makes sure to remain in your mind for a prolonged period of time.
9 - Goes to show that all you really need in order to make a small, Wiseman-esque masterpiece is a concept, a good eye, a functioning camera and a big heart, and I say this as someone who is usually turned off by film essays and amateur poetry. Farrokhzad was a magnificent human being.
It is surely a shame that Farrokhzad never again brought her poetic sensibilities to the film medium. She elevates what seems intended as an awareness raising film to the heights of cinematic poetry, using adventurous edits, close-ups, and a bold narration. As others have stated, spiritual, poetic, astonishing. Devastating ending.