I am writing this review after the horror of Tuesday 9/11/2001. All of us have wrestled with the question of how and why would someone commit such an atrocity believing that their act was blessed and sanctioned by God Almighty.
As I asked myself this question I remembered this movie. I remembered the beautiful vulnerability of the face of Ayesha as she struggled with her decision to become a suicide bomber to seek justice for herself and her people after she discovers that she is pregnant.
Ayesha is able to telegraph every nuance of her thought and emotion as the camera slowly, painfully examines every pore of her skin, every lash of her dark, liquid eyes. While the premise of the film is fundamentally simple, by the time the film is over the sacredness of life and wrenching paradox of its questions has been intimately explored. As raw as birth itself this film is a rare piece of poetry.