The Rose of Kabul Called My Name is a poetic short film that weaves photography, memory, and metaphor to explore the experience of exile, womanhood, and cultural grief. Through symbolic narration and original images taken during my time in Kabul, the film follows a tulip, a butterfly, and the wind—each representing fragility, flight, and forgotten voices.
Told entirely through visuals, subtitles, and ambient music, the film invites viewers to witness the quiet strength of Afghan women and the ache of what is left behind. This is not a documentary or a conventional narrative—it is a visual letter. A prayer. A bloom that speaks in silence.
This is my first artistic film work, created as a tribute to Kabul and a call to the international community. It is designed for public screenings, festivals, advocacy events, and spaces where art can move people to see—and act.