A ghostly scream echoes from beyond the windows. The woman rises from the bed and throws out all the memories of making love from last night. She finds her small nail clippers in her pocket to pull out the cactus needles that a man and his friends left in her fingers the night before. With a sharp blade once left behind by another woman like her, she cuts her throat. She draws the warm blood down from her neck to her body, takes her own lifeless head by the hair, and dances until she finds the sinister ghost.

To Woman, Life, Freedom Movement in Iran.