This documentary is about the life of a young boy named Mir in post-Taliban Afghanistan. We follow Mir and his family as they survive over three extreme seasons living in a cave. They shelter from not only from the brutal climate and dust but also manage as they can in the face starvation. Yet amazingly this is not a tale one of gloom but rather one of a normal child. Mir takes life as it comes by finding joy wherever he can. He is full of delight despite his situation and that of those around him.
Through Mir's eyes we see the devastation that poverty and war has has had on its human casualties. The scarcity faced by these people is at times staggering yet the expression of this a child still often leaves the viewer surprisingly uplifted. The real impact of this film however for me was mostly found in post-viewing-reflection. Despite the enormity of poverty depicted here the simple spirit of joy and hope of a child survives - it could not help but make me feel ashamed when thinking how much we in the developed world have, yet such happiness often evades us. This is not a film for those who wish to escape reality. Rather it is a chance to extend your heart to a little boy, his people and indeed remind us that we are in fact all part of one people.
Through Mir's eyes we see the devastation that poverty and war has has had on its human casualties. The scarcity faced by these people is at times staggering yet the expression of this a child still often leaves the viewer surprisingly uplifted. The real impact of this film however for me was mostly found in post-viewing-reflection. Despite the enormity of poverty depicted here the simple spirit of joy and hope of a child survives - it could not help but make me feel ashamed when thinking how much we in the developed world have, yet such happiness often evades us. This is not a film for those who wish to escape reality. Rather it is a chance to extend your heart to a little boy, his people and indeed remind us that we are in fact all part of one people.