Maysaa Almumin

A woman with depression struggles to connect with her chirpy and driven office colleagues but an encounter with a dying cockroach in the office toilet develops into an absurd friendship.

A brother guides his younger sister through inner workings of their family business: embalming dead bodies.

This film muses on themes of womanhood and faith in a Middle Eastern context.

A traveller maintains her faith in a long forgotten ritual. She has searched and found the missing article to complete the ceremony for the Calling of the Congress.

A mix of stop motion and live action, a young girl faces a creature and risks death in the desert to prove herself an adult in a rite of passage ritual.

Through the words of a grandmother, the memories of her sewing machine, the children’s songs, and the drawings on the wall, the filmmaker reenacts an ode where she becomes her child self and her grandmother at the same time. The foremothers’ songs and the colorful fabrics weave the stories of distance, longing, and loss.

A woman with depression struggles to connect with her chirpy and driven office colleagues but an encounter with a dying cockroach in the office toilet develops into an absurd friendship.

A woman with depression struggles to connect with her chirpy and driven office colleagues but an encounter with a dying cockroach in the office toilet develops into an absurd friendship.

A woman with depression struggles to connect with her chirpy and driven office colleagues but an encounter with a dying cockroach in the office toilet develops into an absurd friendship.

This film muses on themes of womanhood and faith in a Middle Eastern context.

A traveller maintains her faith in a long forgotten ritual. She has searched and found the missing article to complete the ceremony for the Calling of the Congress.

A mix of stop motion and live action, a young girl faces a creature and risks death in the desert to prove herself an adult in a rite of passage ritual.

Through the words of a grandmother, the memories of her sewing machine, the children’s songs, and the drawings on the wall, the filmmaker reenacts an ode where she becomes her child self and her grandmother at the same time. The foremothers’ songs and the colorful fabrics weave the stories of distance, longing, and loss.