Every year many Iranian women and girls opt to leave their country for reasons other than the ones that immigrants of countries engaged in wars have to. There are political, social and religious reasons which threaten their lives and force them to immigrate invulunterily.As for me, I had to leave Iran involuntarily for social reasons. I packed all I could in two twenty kilogram luggage and a carry-on bag. With the excess fee that I paid at the airport, I could bring along my belongings to Turkey.I remember the first thing that attracted my attention was a cemetery near my place and I wondered where they would burry me. When I asked a friend who had immigrated to Germany twenty years back, he ironically answered “in the toilet. Does it matter?”
You might have to leave your home country for your life and freedom in 24 hours and it leaves you with an uncertain future in another land. At times I sat and starred at an imaginary point in distance and stress of this uncertain future scared me profusely and death was the only thing I could think of.
In this collection I tried to reconstruct these stressful moments in my self-portraits.Times that are mingled with my immigration and never leave me.