Fatemeh has just introduced her sister Shirin to her boyfriend and is excited to know what she thinks of him. Shirin is being guarded and holds her tongue. “Say something,” says Fatemeh in frustration.
The irony is that Shirin says nothing – not just now but in half the scenes in Sara Shaarawi’s two-hander. We are already accustomed to her silence. Fast-forwarding into the future, she and Fatemeh live, two elderly ladies, in an Edinburgh tenement without saying a word. [READ MORE]