Feminine Future

The enormous wheels of a truck…

The street is empty…

A group of women comes out of the locker room all dressed in white, with masks around their necks and their hair wrapped in bouffant caps.

Dressed in city clothes, Asherah chooses fruit and vegetables at the stall of the costermonger. She then takes money out of her purse and…

The front door opens. Asherah comes in with her shopping bags. She closes the door behind her with her foot, puts the bags on the ground…

The following day at lunch break, Asherah and Nahid are sitting on a bench.

Alone in her working island, Asherah aligns ten tiny white pills on a glass plate. She then fills a micropipette with a liquid from a…

Asherah is standing near the central door in the middle of a crowded bus. She holds a security bar with one hand and a shopping bag with…

The light is on in the living room, and the sound of repeated gunshots coming from the television is somewhat muted.

In the bedroom. Asherah is sitting on the edge of her bed. Her head between her hands, she lets a few muffled sobs of rage escape. She…

The dark silhouette of the buildings stands out in the night. A few windows here and there are lit. In the distance, the lights of the…

The next day, Asherah walks towards the bench where Nahid and her friend Marianna, a woman in her late thirties, are waiting for her. They…

A few days later.

Nahid (21) and Asherah (8) have just been freed by the Peshmergas and walk confidently on a street that carries the evidence of recent…

In shock, Nahid and Asherah walk away from the building, slowly, without a word.

A few weeks have gone by. Nahid and Asherah are sitting on a bench and look at the feverish activity of the market.

Small desks are disseminated without any regularity in the large room. A few women are working in front of computer screens.

Wrapped in their winter coats, Nahid and Marianna enter a snack bar. They order tea at the bar and choose an isolated table. Marianna goes…

A few months later. The snow has disappeared, and spring is already in full bloom. It’s early in the evening, but the street is already…

Her back to the room, Asherah looks out the window. Her blue outfit contrasts with the white walls around her. From time to time, a…

Asherah and Marianna are sitting on a bench, talking in low voices.

The next day, Marianna is at her desk. A forty-year-old woman is sitting in front of her. She is wearing a sweater and jeans, and her…