When Jack got off the train carrying his certificate from the Teacher Training Institute, his father boarded the same train and disappeared.
Haunted by his father's abandonment of him, he spends his day teaching in his small village in the morning, and befriending the village miller in the evening, trying to find out from him the secret of his father's disappearance.
The miller encourages him to participate in an adventure that takes him out of his small world and into the brothel of the neighboring city, and his favorite student tries to share this secret journey with him.
With a young man searching for his father, a teenager searching for the journey of adulthood, and the complex young relationships of the residents of a small village, Scarmita takes us on a sweet journey of loss, maturity and forgiveness.
Human comedy:
By “human comedy,” I mean what I understood while I was still young, crude, and inadequate, namely the absurdity and amusements of human beings. Rather, I go further than Aristotle did in his definition of the word comedy, where he said: (Comedy is what causes laughter, rather than the defect that does not cause pain). As for me, I mean by comedy here, it is immorality, farce, play, contempt, recklessness, confusion, and the chaos of humanity, and there is no laughter in it. For me, comedy does not inspire reverence like the comedy of the Greeks or Dante, and it does not call for laughter like the comedy of Aristotle. Rather, it is a funny, crying comedy because of its contradiction and absurdity, and to those who say that humanity has accomplished a lot, I say that even if there are any notable highlights, achievements, or progress, they are the results of random interactions, scrambles, and quarrels that are unplanned and unplanned, like a gambler who sometimes wins and often loses, but it is an ungrateful gain. Or he should be praised for it, but it did not come from thought or action. Rather, it is absurdity, experimentation, and play.
lost:
She felt pain as she felt that emotional emptiness, but she did not know the way to escape from her hell yet. When she married her cousin Hassan, hatred and spite pushed her into the arms of her neighbors’ son, Nader. That day, she felt feelings of revenge and revenge for her dignity, but she searched in the new marital home for salvation from... Deadly isolation, she slowly pursues her approach to trap her manager, Dr. Sami. At first, she was thinking about career advancement, but now she seems unconcerned about it. All she dreams of is the chest of a man upon which she lays her tired head, a man who awakens feelings of femininity in her. She has changed a lot with time. She looked closely in the mirror, which brought her back to her reality, as if she had just stepped out of a movie. She began observing those wrinkles that began to appear on her forehead and neck. She smiled sarcastically, before tears rolled down her cheeks and she shouted loudly, “I am nothing, I am useless, I am lost.” Lost.
