没有星星的梦 رویاهای دم صبح

“Sir, the judge told me today I was a bastard. What was my sin?” 　　Heavy snow falls from the sky as heavily-armed guards patrol the walls of an Iranian centre of correction and rehabilitation. Inside, the girls are waiting at the food counter. Among them are underage mothers and others who are married. All of them ended up here after becoming involved in crime. Drug dealing, assa...