alimf95
Oct 15, 2015
Undergraduate / I AM STARING AT INFINITY - Essay for Film Studies [9]
vangiespen, I hope you will be one of the dots. Thanks for everything.
vangiespen, I hope you will be one of the dots. Thanks for everything.
alimf95
Oct 12, 2015
Undergraduate / Busy and the most sensitive summer 15 when something had been changed - Personal Essay [9]
thank you
thank you
alimf95
Oct 12, 2015
Undergraduate / I AM STARING AT INFINITY - Essay for Film Studies [9]
It is kind of you to help me. I would like to know whether there is any other grammar correction in this essay? (both this one and the summer)
It is kind of you to help me. I would like to know whether there is any other grammar correction in this essay? (both this one and the summer)
alimf95
Oct 12, 2015
Undergraduate / Busy and the most sensitive summer 15 when something had been changed - Personal Essay [9]
I would be grateful if you review it again. Also about the name of it, what is your opinion about "summer 15"? do you have any suggestion. Thank you a lot.
Summers are generally known as the leisure and relaxation season. But the summer of 2015 was the busiest and most sensitive summers I have ever experienced in my life. It was a time of personal growth and development for me in more ways than one. The days passed so fast that I did not understand how it finished. But there was one day among these days which is still in my mind, and I cannot forget the most highlighted day of summer 2015.
It was about ten days to the reopening of school. The Youth Cinema Society of Kerman, where I took my film-making course, announced that in honor of the national day of cinema, a group of volunteers could take part in a one-day trip to the southern and deprived areas of the province to show a film to the children and give them educational. I was extremely interested in going there because I had always wanted to observe the conditions of these areas. I was intrigued by how people lived there, how their daily life was, and what kind of people live there. Besides, as a film maker it might be a source of inspiration for me.
When we got there, we started to do our planned activities; serving simple but delicious breakfast and lunch, giving the gifts, being among the children and talking with them about cinema and other things. Besides, the experience of watching a film on the projector in the middle of arid area and out of doors, and along with the children who did not need an equipped hall to be overwhelmed by the film, was another memorable part.
During those talks with the children, all at once I noticed a little girl staring at me innocently. Once I said hello to her, she came to me and started to talk with me. I had talked with several of those children until that point, but talking with Zahra was one the most inspirational talks I have ever had. That nine-year-old girl asked me how she can be a writer. I told her the things I knew. During our talk she was incessantly looking at my eyes and was all ears. I could sense the desire to succeed in her eyes and her way of speaking. She came from a large family of eight children and had to work alongside her siblings on the farm every day. Zahra did not have access to the things that I told could help her, so I promised her I would send them to her as soon as I returned to Kerman. Two days later, I posted her some books, and I will do this as long as I can buy some new books. I understood Zahra and want to help her because I know that how it is tough to live for your goals and dreams and not to let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. Only the possibility that she can be a writer with this help, makes me excited.
Definitely, if one day Zahra becomes who she wants, and I become who I want, I will make a film or write a story in conjunction with herself about this event.
Meeting Zahra who was ambitious like myself, inspired my mindset. Even though she did not have access to the basic things she needed to achieve her goal, she stayed firm in her beliefs. That night as we were returning to Kerman, I was sure that I was not the same person I was that morning; something had been changed in me.
I would be grateful if you review it again. Also about the name of it, what is your opinion about "summer 15"? do you have any suggestion. Thank you a lot.
Summers are generally known as the leisure and relaxation season. But the summer of 2015 was the busiest and most sensitive summers I have ever experienced in my life. It was a time of personal growth and development for me in more ways than one. The days passed so fast that I did not understand how it finished. But there was one day among these days which is still in my mind, and I cannot forget the most highlighted day of summer 2015.
It was about ten days to the reopening of school. The Youth Cinema Society of Kerman, where I took my film-making course, announced that in honor of the national day of cinema, a group of volunteers could take part in a one-day trip to the southern and deprived areas of the province to show a film to the children and give them educational. I was extremely interested in going there because I had always wanted to observe the conditions of these areas. I was intrigued by how people lived there, how their daily life was, and what kind of people live there. Besides, as a film maker it might be a source of inspiration for me.
When we got there, we started to do our planned activities; serving simple but delicious breakfast and lunch, giving the gifts, being among the children and talking with them about cinema and other things. Besides, the experience of watching a film on the projector in the middle of arid area and out of doors, and along with the children who did not need an equipped hall to be overwhelmed by the film, was another memorable part.
During those talks with the children, all at once I noticed a little girl staring at me innocently. Once I said hello to her, she came to me and started to talk with me. I had talked with several of those children until that point, but talking with Zahra was one the most inspirational talks I have ever had. That nine-year-old girl asked me how she can be a writer. I told her the things I knew. During our talk she was incessantly looking at my eyes and was all ears. I could sense the desire to succeed in her eyes and her way of speaking. She came from a large family of eight children and had to work alongside her siblings on the farm every day. Zahra did not have access to the things that I told could help her, so I promised her I would send them to her as soon as I returned to Kerman. Two days later, I posted her some books, and I will do this as long as I can buy some new books. I understood Zahra and want to help her because I know that how it is tough to live for your goals and dreams and not to let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. Only the possibility that she can be a writer with this help, makes me excited.
Definitely, if one day Zahra becomes who she wants, and I become who I want, I will make a film or write a story in conjunction with herself about this event.
Meeting Zahra who was ambitious like myself, inspired my mindset. Even though she did not have access to the basic things she needed to achieve her goal, she stayed firm in her beliefs. That night as we were returning to Kerman, I was sure that I was not the same person I was that morning; something had been changed in me.
alimf95
Oct 12, 2015
Undergraduate / I AM STARING AT INFINITY - Essay for Film Studies [9]
hello again. would you please review this again.
It is said that the position of the stars influences events and individuals destiny. Similarly, I believe that there are the dots in the individuals' life which their position and connection with each other influence the people's future. Of course it is impossible to connect the dots looking forward and while they are taking place; you can only connect them looking backward. Likewise, there some dots and events in my life that have led me to understand and believe my talent and ability in art and film making. I want to tell you about the three dots from my life among several dots, which I think are some of the brightest ones.
Being artist. During the three years of the middle school, I was the best student in painting. However, I really would not pay attention to that; I would just paint during the art classes and enjoy painting. But at the last day of the middle school, my art teacher made an alteration in my life. My art teacher told my father that I have a great talent for painting and recommended an art school to my father; he had talked with the school board, and I could enroll at that respected school easily. Although my parents disregarded this matter, and I studied in the field of Math and Physics in the high school, that conversation made us aware of the artistic talent that previous to that, neither I nor my parents knew about it.
Being lost. The high school years were the slow-motion part of my life. The days would pass, and I would just study the lessons that I did not know what will do for me in the future. My parents would encourage me for my scores, yet I did not have any special feeling. I felt confused and lost; I did not know where I was going to. The more I approached to the end of the high school, the more those feelings weakened my function in any aspect. During those years, whenever I would pass by that art school, a lot of unanswered questions would pass through my mind in the blink of an eye.
Being film maker. Failing the math entrance exam of universities was the best thing that could have ever happened to me; it freed me to enter the true way of my life. Of course I really did not know what to do for a few months, but I believed that life was short and my time was limited. I did not want spend the years of my life pointlessly from the bottom of my heart. So something slowly began to change my mind and outlook on life.
During this period, in mid-autumn of the last year, one of my friends told me about the film school (Iranian Youth Cinema Society) that was going to give an entrance test for a seven-month period of film making. It was only one more day to the end of registration period. I thought for one day and then made the most momentous decision of my life and registered for that test. It was an art and film aptitude test consisted of two parts-written test and interview. During answering the questions in both parts, I was amazed that from where those perfect answers were coming out; I was acquiring a clear self-awareness while taking the test. My answers were so fine that unlike the other applicants, my interview only took four minutes. Training of this short course included the basics of screenwriting, camerawork, directing and editing of short films. My parents told me that I had better leave the course and prepare myself for the next year math entrance exam of universities, yet my progress in the Youth Cinema Society was so fast that it had become usual to me to be applauded every session in the classes by the teachers and classmates. I was following my heart for the first time in my life. Late in that course, one of my films was nominated for several festivals, a couple of which were international festivals such as EyeCatcher International Film Festival in the United States. This astonished my family, the teachers and members of the Youth Cinema Society. I got to that point only after seven months of basic film making training, while most of the old members had not after years.
Ultimately, I am pretty sure that none of this would have happened if I had not failed that exam, and if all of those dots had not been connected with each other. But fortunately they have led me to the point in my life where I am applying to one of the finest universities in the world and for film studies.
hello again. would you please review this again.
It is said that the position of the stars influences events and individuals destiny. Similarly, I believe that there are the dots in the individuals' life which their position and connection with each other influence the people's future. Of course it is impossible to connect the dots looking forward and while they are taking place; you can only connect them looking backward. Likewise, there some dots and events in my life that have led me to understand and believe my talent and ability in art and film making. I want to tell you about the three dots from my life among several dots, which I think are some of the brightest ones.
Being artist. During the three years of the middle school, I was the best student in painting. However, I really would not pay attention to that; I would just paint during the art classes and enjoy painting. But at the last day of the middle school, my art teacher made an alteration in my life. My art teacher told my father that I have a great talent for painting and recommended an art school to my father; he had talked with the school board, and I could enroll at that respected school easily. Although my parents disregarded this matter, and I studied in the field of Math and Physics in the high school, that conversation made us aware of the artistic talent that previous to that, neither I nor my parents knew about it.
Being lost. The high school years were the slow-motion part of my life. The days would pass, and I would just study the lessons that I did not know what will do for me in the future. My parents would encourage me for my scores, yet I did not have any special feeling. I felt confused and lost; I did not know where I was going to. The more I approached to the end of the high school, the more those feelings weakened my function in any aspect. During those years, whenever I would pass by that art school, a lot of unanswered questions would pass through my mind in the blink of an eye.
Being film maker. Failing the math entrance exam of universities was the best thing that could have ever happened to me; it freed me to enter the true way of my life. Of course I really did not know what to do for a few months, but I believed that life was short and my time was limited. I did not want spend the years of my life pointlessly from the bottom of my heart. So something slowly began to change my mind and outlook on life.
During this period, in mid-autumn of the last year, one of my friends told me about the film school (Iranian Youth Cinema Society) that was going to give an entrance test for a seven-month period of film making. It was only one more day to the end of registration period. I thought for one day and then made the most momentous decision of my life and registered for that test. It was an art and film aptitude test consisted of two parts-written test and interview. During answering the questions in both parts, I was amazed that from where those perfect answers were coming out; I was acquiring a clear self-awareness while taking the test. My answers were so fine that unlike the other applicants, my interview only took four minutes. Training of this short course included the basics of screenwriting, camerawork, directing and editing of short films. My parents told me that I had better leave the course and prepare myself for the next year math entrance exam of universities, yet my progress in the Youth Cinema Society was so fast that it had become usual to me to be applauded every session in the classes by the teachers and classmates. I was following my heart for the first time in my life. Late in that course, one of my films was nominated for several festivals, a couple of which were international festivals such as EyeCatcher International Film Festival in the United States. This astonished my family, the teachers and members of the Youth Cinema Society. I got to that point only after seven months of basic film making training, while most of the old members had not after years.
Ultimately, I am pretty sure that none of this would have happened if I had not failed that exam, and if all of those dots had not been connected with each other. But fortunately they have led me to the point in my life where I am applying to one of the finest universities in the world and for film studies.
alimf95
Oct 11, 2015
Undergraduate / I AM STARING AT INFINITY - Essay for Film Studies [9]
Thank you. your tips are truly helpful.
Thank you. your tips are truly helpful.
alimf95
Oct 5, 2015
Undergraduate / Busy and the most sensitive summer 15 when something had been changed - Personal Essay [9]
Thanks a lot.
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Thanks a lot.
alimf95
Oct 3, 2015
Undergraduate / Busy and the most sensitive summer 15 when something had been changed - Personal Essay [9]
Thank you. it was very useful.
Thank you. it was very useful.
alimf95
Oct 3, 2015
Undergraduate / Busy and the most sensitive summer 15 when something had been changed - Personal Essay [9]
Please reflect on something you would like us to know about you that we might not learn from the rest of your application, or on something about which you would like to say more. You may write about anything-from personal experiences or goals to interests or intellectual pursuits.
my essay:
This summer was one of the busiest and most sensitive summers of my life. The days passed so fast that I did not understand how it finished. But there was one day among these days which is still in my mind, and I cannot forget it at least for months; the most highlighted day of summer 2015.
It was about ten days to reopening of schools. The youth cinema society of Kerman, where I took my film-making course, announced that in honor of national day of cinema, a group of volunteers could take part in a one-day trip to the southern and deprived areas of the province for the sake of being among the children of there; showing a movie, and giving them some educational gifts such as pencil, notebook etc. I really was interested in going there because I always wanted to see and experience the conditions of deprived areas; how people live there, how is their daily life, and what kind of people live there. Ultimately, fourteen people gathered, and to organize our trip, we had a session some days before the trip. We talked about gifts and materials which we wanted to take there. I volunteered to buy some notebooks. Furthermore, about the movie each of us suggested one. I thought since it was near the reopening of schools, and the audiences are children mostly, it would be better if we showed "Where Is the Friend's Home?" by Abbas Kiarostami. Fortunately, my suggestion was accepted, and I prepared the movie.
We started our trip at the four o'clock of Tuesday, September 15. We wanted to serve the breakfast among the children, and it was a three-hour trip. One of the most interesting parts of trip to me was the period we were at the route of there. Almost all of the route, I was listening to Yann Tiersen pieces. The combination of French music of Tiersen, watching the arid landscapes of the southern Iran, and the early morning's air and light truly was awesome and unique. Moreover, I was wondering how I should treat the children whose thoughts were completely different, and their values were different things.
We reached there and based on our program did our plans; giving the gifts, talking with children of there and answering their questions about cinema and other things, serving simple but delicious breakfast and lunch etc. Besides, the experience of watching a movie on the projector, in the middle of arid area and out of doors, and along with the children who really did not need an equipped hall to be overwhelmed by the movie, was another unique part of this trip.
The most valuable part of this memorable trip was knowing some of the children of there. Zahra was one of whom. She was nine years old and asked me how she can be a writer. It was really inspirational to me. I told her the things I knew; reading, some tutorial books. But she had not access to them, so I promised her I would send them to her as soon as I return to Kerman. Two days later, I posted her some books, and I will, anytime I can buy some new books. Only the possibility that she might be a writer with this help, makes me excited. Zahra was only one of those children. Each of the group members had something to do when they returned to Kerman.
Meeting those children, who were like myself ambitious, changed my mind. I was impressed by those children who even did not have accessibility to the basic things of their goals, but they had not left their goals and dreams. I learned that it does not matter where and with what kind of people you are living in this world, it is important that you think to your dreams and always attempt to find a line in order to make them real.
That night we were returning to Kerman, and like the morning, I was listening to Tiersen pieces and watching the route. But I was sure that I was not that man of morning; something had been changed.
Please reflect on something you would like us to know about you that we might not learn from the rest of your application, or on something about which you would like to say more. You may write about anything-from personal experiences or goals to interests or intellectual pursuits.
my essay:
This summer was one of the busiest and most sensitive summers of my life. The days passed so fast that I did not understand how it finished. But there was one day among these days which is still in my mind, and I cannot forget it at least for months; the most highlighted day of summer 2015.
It was about ten days to reopening of schools. The youth cinema society of Kerman, where I took my film-making course, announced that in honor of national day of cinema, a group of volunteers could take part in a one-day trip to the southern and deprived areas of the province for the sake of being among the children of there; showing a movie, and giving them some educational gifts such as pencil, notebook etc. I really was interested in going there because I always wanted to see and experience the conditions of deprived areas; how people live there, how is their daily life, and what kind of people live there. Ultimately, fourteen people gathered, and to organize our trip, we had a session some days before the trip. We talked about gifts and materials which we wanted to take there. I volunteered to buy some notebooks. Furthermore, about the movie each of us suggested one. I thought since it was near the reopening of schools, and the audiences are children mostly, it would be better if we showed "Where Is the Friend's Home?" by Abbas Kiarostami. Fortunately, my suggestion was accepted, and I prepared the movie.
We started our trip at the four o'clock of Tuesday, September 15. We wanted to serve the breakfast among the children, and it was a three-hour trip. One of the most interesting parts of trip to me was the period we were at the route of there. Almost all of the route, I was listening to Yann Tiersen pieces. The combination of French music of Tiersen, watching the arid landscapes of the southern Iran, and the early morning's air and light truly was awesome and unique. Moreover, I was wondering how I should treat the children whose thoughts were completely different, and their values were different things.
We reached there and based on our program did our plans; giving the gifts, talking with children of there and answering their questions about cinema and other things, serving simple but delicious breakfast and lunch etc. Besides, the experience of watching a movie on the projector, in the middle of arid area and out of doors, and along with the children who really did not need an equipped hall to be overwhelmed by the movie, was another unique part of this trip.
The most valuable part of this memorable trip was knowing some of the children of there. Zahra was one of whom. She was nine years old and asked me how she can be a writer. It was really inspirational to me. I told her the things I knew; reading, some tutorial books. But she had not access to them, so I promised her I would send them to her as soon as I return to Kerman. Two days later, I posted her some books, and I will, anytime I can buy some new books. Only the possibility that she might be a writer with this help, makes me excited. Zahra was only one of those children. Each of the group members had something to do when they returned to Kerman.
Meeting those children, who were like myself ambitious, changed my mind. I was impressed by those children who even did not have accessibility to the basic things of their goals, but they had not left their goals and dreams. I learned that it does not matter where and with what kind of people you are living in this world, it is important that you think to your dreams and always attempt to find a line in order to make them real.
That night we were returning to Kerman, and like the morning, I was listening to Tiersen pieces and watching the route. But I was sure that I was not that man of morning; something had been changed.
alimf95
Oct 3, 2015
Undergraduate / "Funny Girl" - I just am who I am, for better or worse. Emerson College - Life Title Essay [3]
I liked that. In my opinion, It would be better if you added more about your internal feelings.
I liked that. In my opinion, It would be better if you added more about your internal feelings.
alimf95
Oct 3, 2015
Undergraduate / I AM STARING AT INFINITY - Essay for Film Studies [9]
Thanks. I will edit it and post it again.
Thanks. I will edit it and post it again.
alimf95
Oct 2, 2015
Undergraduate / I AM STARING AT INFINITY - Essay for Film Studies [9]
This is my common app essay
"Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story."
I know it is long, but since my field in high school was different from the program I am applying for, I feel if I don't say these things, the admission officers can not judge me fairly. Also, on account of being a new learner English, I am not sure about the words; whether they convey my real goal? Please comment on my essay and tell me its mistakes; in terms of grammar, structure, and vocabulary.
I AM STARING AT INFINITY in the darkness of night. Autumn is here, and the nights have become a little colder, but not much still. I wear something in the evening like every night, and like every night answer the repetitive question of my parents about where I am going to, "I am going for a walk." But the truth is that I want to go out for looking at stars. Every night I walk for a while to a place where is away from the hubbub of the city, and when the sky get completely dark and the stars appear clearly, I stop and stay right there for the next fifteen minutes. For months, this is my habit, and the people think I am crazy due to doing this; staring at stars, the most eye-catching beauties of night, is irritating to them. Not important. Staring at stars gives me the sense of staring at infinity at the darkness of the night.
NOVEMBER 19, 1995 - RAZIEH FIROOZ HOSPITAL - KERMAN
Father: ...Thanks god... he is perfect...
Mother (smiling): ...A cute doctor...
Father (smiling): No...a handsome engineer...
My parents are good people. My mother wakes up every day at five o'clock and prepares us breakfast; she is a real housewife. She has dedicated her life to the family. I really see that anything she wants, actually wants for us. My father is the same. For 27 years, he goes out of the door early morning every day, and comes back about eleven o'clock.
He is really hard-working; he has a family, home, car, and a grocery store. He is hard-working because he has all of these without help of anyone; even his parents, and after years. Accordingly, it is natural that they, my father and mother, want their child be just as their thoughts.
OCTOBER, 2009 - IN THE WAY OF 9th CLASS
I am going to the school. In a street, I see a charity box. By the way, I have some coins in my pocket. Let's put them in the box. My mum always says that every day at the way of school, do not forget to put some money in charity box. The charity box is near a bus stop. An old man is sitting there and is waiting. I go there and put the coins in the box, and then follow my way to home. But for a moment I look back, I do not know why; that old man is putting money in the box. What is this? What feeling I have now?! How pleasant it is. Being influential! But he was much older than me... Wow! I love that feeling. I do want to experience it again.
JUNE, 2010 - THE LAST DAY OF MIDDLE SCHOOL
Art Teacher: Mr. Molazadeh, your son has a great talent for painting.
Father: Thank you. It's kind of you.
Art Teacher: I want to suggest you a nice painting school. This boy really can be a good painter. I have talked with the board of the school.
Father: Oh, You know... okay... thanks. I will talk with Ali about that. Anyway, have a good day sir.
A few minutes later:
FATHER'S CAR - CONTINUE
Me: Dad...
Father: Yes?
Me: Don't you think it's better if I go to that school and study painting instead of mathematics?!
Father: Ali... look, being a painter or artist in this area has no future. You should cover your family in the future and need money for that. And to do that, you need to have a real work.
Me: Well... I can go somewhere else!
Father: Ali... you have to be pragmatic. Life is cruel. I want you do this for your own good...
Me: Mm...
Father: Hey, don't you want to go to a football club this summer? It's cool, huh?
Well, I did not have any special outlook on life in those years. I liked to be an artist, but I did not love. I do not know I am guilty or not? I was 14 years old.
I spent four years of high school in the field of Mathematics. It truly was not that hard to pass those meaningless lessons.
DECEMBER, 2010 - 10th CLASS - IMUM KHOMEINI HIGH SCHOOL
Babak: Hey Ali. Did you see Avatar? How was it?
Me: Awesome. Thanks buddy. It was supper.
Babak: I've seen it four times so far.
Me: It's worth it... really... I wonder how they can make such movies! What kind of people they are... What they eat?! What they drink?!
Babak (laughing): say what they take... I don't know buddy. Anything that is, god blesses them...
Me: Yeah, absolutely...
Life was passing, and I thought it always will be that way. But the more it passed, the more I understood I was wrong. The life and humans were not still serious with me.
At the end of fourth year of high school, the results of universities in the field of mathematics were delivered in the middle of the summer 2015. I was not admitted to the national universities, nor was I any engineering field, and I had to go to a private university, which cost my family a lot. I disappointed my parents that day. The home got cold after that day. It was the biggest fault of my life which caused the reborn of me later.
That was about a year and two months ago, but it seems like 10 years ago. From that day, everything changed; the world became a horrible place to live. People, even my family, seemed other ones. The world showed me its real face; it was time to change.
In fact, I am not far enough away from the events happened in the previous months to write about them. However, there is one definite thing about this period; it was the renaissance of my life. As the world and humans became serious, I became serious too. When I did, the universe showed me my way. Some months later, at the day of my birthday, one of my friends told me about a film-making course was going to giving an entrance test. I thought for one day and at the last day I registered for the test; a test plus an interview. Amazingly, without any previous preparation, I passed an art aptitude test, and I was one of the twenty chosen ones in my province. After only seven months of basic film-making instruction, I experienced nomination for international film festivals. I truly found my way.
Now, this is my outlook on world and life at this point of my life: The more you are stubborn about your goals and stand against the world, the more it gives you things which are even beyond your expectation.
FIRST DAYS OF AUTUMN 2015 - UNDER THE NIGHT SKY
I am still staring at stars. It is a little bit cold, but it's worth it. It is dark, and there is no one around me, but I really feel comfortable and safe. And while I am staring at infinity, I ask myself, "Where will I be at the first days of autumn 2020?"
This is my common app essay
"Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story."
I know it is long, but since my field in high school was different from the program I am applying for, I feel if I don't say these things, the admission officers can not judge me fairly. Also, on account of being a new learner English, I am not sure about the words; whether they convey my real goal? Please comment on my essay and tell me its mistakes; in terms of grammar, structure, and vocabulary.
I AM STARING AT INFINITY in the darkness of night. Autumn is here, and the nights have become a little colder, but not much still. I wear something in the evening like every night, and like every night answer the repetitive question of my parents about where I am going to, "I am going for a walk." But the truth is that I want to go out for looking at stars. Every night I walk for a while to a place where is away from the hubbub of the city, and when the sky get completely dark and the stars appear clearly, I stop and stay right there for the next fifteen minutes. For months, this is my habit, and the people think I am crazy due to doing this; staring at stars, the most eye-catching beauties of night, is irritating to them. Not important. Staring at stars gives me the sense of staring at infinity at the darkness of the night.
NOVEMBER 19, 1995 - RAZIEH FIROOZ HOSPITAL - KERMAN
Father: ...Thanks god... he is perfect...
Mother (smiling): ...A cute doctor...
Father (smiling): No...a handsome engineer...
My parents are good people. My mother wakes up every day at five o'clock and prepares us breakfast; she is a real housewife. She has dedicated her life to the family. I really see that anything she wants, actually wants for us. My father is the same. For 27 years, he goes out of the door early morning every day, and comes back about eleven o'clock.
He is really hard-working; he has a family, home, car, and a grocery store. He is hard-working because he has all of these without help of anyone; even his parents, and after years. Accordingly, it is natural that they, my father and mother, want their child be just as their thoughts.
OCTOBER, 2009 - IN THE WAY OF 9th CLASS
I am going to the school. In a street, I see a charity box. By the way, I have some coins in my pocket. Let's put them in the box. My mum always says that every day at the way of school, do not forget to put some money in charity box. The charity box is near a bus stop. An old man is sitting there and is waiting. I go there and put the coins in the box, and then follow my way to home. But for a moment I look back, I do not know why; that old man is putting money in the box. What is this? What feeling I have now?! How pleasant it is. Being influential! But he was much older than me... Wow! I love that feeling. I do want to experience it again.
JUNE, 2010 - THE LAST DAY OF MIDDLE SCHOOL
Art Teacher: Mr. Molazadeh, your son has a great talent for painting.
Father: Thank you. It's kind of you.
Art Teacher: I want to suggest you a nice painting school. This boy really can be a good painter. I have talked with the board of the school.
Father: Oh, You know... okay... thanks. I will talk with Ali about that. Anyway, have a good day sir.
A few minutes later:
FATHER'S CAR - CONTINUE
Me: Dad...
Father: Yes?
Me: Don't you think it's better if I go to that school and study painting instead of mathematics?!
Father: Ali... look, being a painter or artist in this area has no future. You should cover your family in the future and need money for that. And to do that, you need to have a real work.
Me: Well... I can go somewhere else!
Father: Ali... you have to be pragmatic. Life is cruel. I want you do this for your own good...
Me: Mm...
Father: Hey, don't you want to go to a football club this summer? It's cool, huh?
Well, I did not have any special outlook on life in those years. I liked to be an artist, but I did not love. I do not know I am guilty or not? I was 14 years old.
I spent four years of high school in the field of Mathematics. It truly was not that hard to pass those meaningless lessons.
DECEMBER, 2010 - 10th CLASS - IMUM KHOMEINI HIGH SCHOOL
Babak: Hey Ali. Did you see Avatar? How was it?
Me: Awesome. Thanks buddy. It was supper.
Babak: I've seen it four times so far.
Me: It's worth it... really... I wonder how they can make such movies! What kind of people they are... What they eat?! What they drink?!
Babak (laughing): say what they take... I don't know buddy. Anything that is, god blesses them...
Me: Yeah, absolutely...
Life was passing, and I thought it always will be that way. But the more it passed, the more I understood I was wrong. The life and humans were not still serious with me.
At the end of fourth year of high school, the results of universities in the field of mathematics were delivered in the middle of the summer 2015. I was not admitted to the national universities, nor was I any engineering field, and I had to go to a private university, which cost my family a lot. I disappointed my parents that day. The home got cold after that day. It was the biggest fault of my life which caused the reborn of me later.
That was about a year and two months ago, but it seems like 10 years ago. From that day, everything changed; the world became a horrible place to live. People, even my family, seemed other ones. The world showed me its real face; it was time to change.
In fact, I am not far enough away from the events happened in the previous months to write about them. However, there is one definite thing about this period; it was the renaissance of my life. As the world and humans became serious, I became serious too. When I did, the universe showed me my way. Some months later, at the day of my birthday, one of my friends told me about a film-making course was going to giving an entrance test. I thought for one day and at the last day I registered for the test; a test plus an interview. Amazingly, without any previous preparation, I passed an art aptitude test, and I was one of the twenty chosen ones in my province. After only seven months of basic film-making instruction, I experienced nomination for international film festivals. I truly found my way.
Now, this is my outlook on world and life at this point of my life: The more you are stubborn about your goals and stand against the world, the more it gives you things which are even beyond your expectation.
FIRST DAYS OF AUTUMN 2015 - UNDER THE NIGHT SKY
I am still staring at stars. It is a little bit cold, but it's worth it. It is dark, and there is no one around me, but I really feel comfortable and safe. And while I am staring at infinity, I ask myself, "Where will I be at the first days of autumn 2020?"