In an isolated leprosy camp in northern Iran, the wounds inflicted on human flesh and the eerie silence of faith converge within the same frame. Female director Forugh Farrokhzad avoids aestheticizing the pain as she turns her camera toward people living in the shadow of the disease; instead, she captures their scarred faces and hands in all their raw, unvarnished reality. This short film clashes the concepts of ugliness and gratitude, inviting the viewer to a prolonged witnessing of an unsettling landscape. This struggle for existence, unfolding behind closed walls, weaves its way through daily rituals and gasps for breath, forming one of the most jarring corners of documentary cinema.