We love him. He won't listen. But Shukri's evident talent stirs a conflicted passion in his father as well. Ramazan gets up from the couch to search for a book. The volume is a coffee-table chronicle of atrocities against the Kurds.
Photographs show bodies blackened by the poisonous mustard gas, children maimed by bombs.
Ramazan urges his son to capture the horrors of war and oppression with his pencil and paints. He told his son to draw the woman and babies being devoured by wolves, but Shukri's imagination couldn't summon the horrible image. His father was angry and won't stop asking. He seems not to know that this very same rage inspires his son to draw sad poets behind barbed wire and forlorn men hunkered in a tent against cold rain. It's easy to forget.