Abbas Khiorastami once rattled the Iranian government for making
movie A Taste of Cherry.
Her story of a middle-aged Iranian looking around
people who can help him to commit suicide. All she asks is simple
only. He will dig the grave in the place he has chosen, then
at night he will lie down in the tomb after he takes medicine
sleeping in lethal doses. He only asked the person who helped him
to come in the morning and close the grave if he does
already died.
Nearly everyone refuses. There is one religious teacher from Afghanistan who
he asked for help instead giving him a lecture on how suicidal
is the unforgivable sin in Islam.
The character says I do not need a lecture, I need help. The
the character feels that he did not find the meaning of life, that life is
in vain.
How quiet his life was, no one gave him any reason to stay
life. There is no religion or talk of people who can satisfy it.
Is not his right completely to choose to stop living?
Finally there is an old man who is willing to help the character suicide.
The old man did not mind the choice of the character.
But the old man told him about his life experience, a
when, when he feels he's better off dead. The old man tried
suicide, but failed.
In the morning after his failure to commit suicide, the parent feels the world
as if the first time. The warmth of the sun, the beauty of the light
dawn, chirping bung, everything in this world is so beautiful.
"Do you forget how good the cherries taste?" Ask the person
old to the character. As if the old man wanted to say that,
why do you want to leave the taste of cherry fruit, want to
leaving all this beauty?
Yes, be grateful for the cherry (thankful for all the smallest aspects of nature
life) should be one way to treat wounds
heart. What a marvelous life it is, play it beautifully!
But which one is more grateful, the taste of the cherry,
or the tongue that makes us taste the cherry fruit taste?