Scripts

If my arrival were up to me, I would not have come;
If my departure were also up to me, would I ever Leave?
But would it not have been better altogether,
If I had not come into this ruined abode to rest and then depart?
Omar Khayam

The Door...

 
 
GABBEH
By:
 Mohsen Makhmalbaf
 
 
Unspecific surrounding, Day.
(A green gabbeh is being carried by the stream. A wolf howls in the distance. A girl against the blue background of a gabbeh, whose silhouette is a blue gabbeh, carrying a jar of...

THE APPLE
By: Mohsen Makhmalbaf
 
For Zahra and Massoumeh who are thirteen but look like two-years old because they spent eleven years in prison. Their jailor of the opinion that. “Time spent in prison cannot be counted as part of one’s life.”
 
HOUSE,AVENUE,STREET,...

Marziyeh MESHKINY
Mohsen MAKHMALBAF
2007
 
The Man Who Came With The Snow
 
1-   Railway – night:
A snowy night. A tall, haggard, raggedy man with a hat over his head and a backpack...

Mohsen Makhmalbaf
Kabul 2006
 
Two-legged Horse
 
1-Streets of Kabul, day
Mirvais has been a servant all his life. As soon as he was hollered by the wealthy, he ran for service and now Payeez, a wealthy man...

Marziyeh Meshkiny
2006

Buddha Collapsed Out of Shame
 
1-Bamian, Afghanistan-The grand statue of the Buddha-Years ago
Archive pictures of the Buddha statue. Some old men sitting under the Buddha’s feet,...

Mohsen Makhmalbaf
Summer 2004
This is the initial script. The final film differs in parts from this text.
 
Scream of The Ants
“Truth was a mirror in God’s hand that fell upon earth from the sky and broke. Every one picked...

Mohsen Makhmalbaf
July 1, 2004
 
Sex and Philosophy
 
Tajikistan, City of Dushanbe
 
1 – Street, day:
A little boy rents out mobile phones. Passers by rent his...

Mohsen Makhmalbaf
2000

First Story: Havva (Eve)
At Havva’s doorstep, 10:00 am:
 
Hassan, the naughty nine-year-old black boy, kicks open the door to Havva’s home.
 

Hassan:            (...

" SILENCE "
 
By
Mohsen Makhmalbaf
 
First day:
A house by the lake, Morning.
[Two beds are spread on a veranda overlooking the lake shore. A hand rhythmically knocks the door. Khorshid’s mother rises.
More rhythmic knocks on the door. This time...