Put your soul on your hand and walk: in the hell of Gaza (critic)
Portrait of a disappeared Palestinian photojournalist, this documentary makes cinema a gesture of memory and relentless resistance.
Put your soul on your hand and walk From Sepideh Farsi (tomorrow I cross, the siren …) is not only the portrait of a young Palestinian. It is now the symbolic resurrection of an murdered woman. Fatem Hassona, 25 -year -old photojournalist, lives (or rather survives) in the Gaza Strip. Through the fragile screen of her phone, she confides in the filmmaker: hunger, fear, but also the shards of tiny joy, the sweetness of a voice, the humor that is outcropped despite everything. For an hour fifty, the spectator lives to the rhythm of this flow of confidences and these interrupted connections, of these pixels which are blurred and return, as if life itself flickering with each network cut. His face, his eyes of an unsuspected green, his luminous smile challenges the erasure.
However, Fatem no longer exists: she was killed in an Israeli strike even before this film reaches us. And this revelation completely upsets the reception of the documentary. Each image becomes imprint, each silence, echo. Farsi had chosen to document the intimate, to testify live, but could your soul on your hand and walk no longer has the same meaning. The cinema retains the voice, the grace and the dignity of Fatem and starting from an entire people which seems to be doomed to the same destiny. And faced with death, this documentary opposes light persistence. Fatem’s face, disappeared from the world but saved by the image, risks haunting us for a very long time.
Of Sepideh Farsi and Fatma Hassona. Duration 1h50. Released September 24, 2025
