The term “Bakhtiari” can be translated into "bearer of good luck."
The destiny of these people has been going differently. They lost happiness and good luck a long time ago. Their lives have always been hard. They face too many difficulties in dangerous areas of the Zagros ranges. In this geography, men are often at war because of tribal differences. Tribal women are deprived of their most basic rights and live far from academic, welfare, and health resources. They work hard to overcome life's problems.
Bakhtiari’s women were once courageous warriors in the past, but currently, they have changed. Poverty, violence, and inequality have left deep lines on the faces of tribal women. They are in endless war, which compresses bodies and scratches their souls. The subsequence of this war is to make them feel desperate, which leads them to self-destruction and burning themselves. Bakhtiari women believe that for every woman who loses her life, an oak tree grows from the earth. The tall oak forests remind them of women who have lost their lives in this unequal war against the conditions and environments.
This is an elegy for the Bakhtiari tribe. A true story of their birth, life, and death. This is the picture of the crushing of human bones between the wheels of tradition and modernity.
