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Children of Heaven

Directed by Majid Majidi

PG

1997 88mDrama, Family,

8.283%95%

Zahra's shoes are gone; her older brother Ali lost them. They are poor, there are no shoes for Zahra until they come up with an idea: they will share one pair of shoes, Ali's. School awaits. Will the plan succeed?

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Cast of Children of Heaven

Amir Farrokh HashemianAli
Bahare SeddiqiZahra
Nafise Jafar-MohammadiRoya
Reza NajiAli's Father
Fereshte SarabandiAli's Mother
Kamal MirkarimiAssistant
Behzad RafiTrainer
Dariush MokhtariAli's Teacher
Mohammad-Hasan HosseinianRoya's Father
Masume DairRoya's Mother
Kambiz PeykarnegarRace Organizer
Hasan RoohparvariRace Photographer
Abbas-Ali RoomandiShoemaker
Jafar SeyfollahiGreen Grocer
Qolamreza MalekiSalt Seller
Mohammad Haj Hosseini
Majid MajidiDirector / Writer
Amir EsfandiariProducer
Mohammad EsfandiariProducer

Children of Heaven Ratings & Reviews

CrossCutCriticMay 10, 2025
Children of Heaven To You, Who Loved Quietly and Never Asked to Be Seen > “Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.” — Matthew 5:5 I. You Didn’t Win the Race. But You Ran Like You Loved Someone. You didn’t ask for credit. You didn’t want applause. You just wanted your sister to have shoes. You didn’t say it. You showed it. In early mornings. In shared footsteps. In running so she could walk. This is your story. In Children of Heaven, Ali is just a boy in Tehran. He loses his sister Zahra’s shoes. They are too poor to replace them. So they form a quiet pact— they’ll share his. Every day becomes a negotiation of love. She wears them to school in the morning. He sprints to make his class in the afternoon. No one complains. No one breaks the silence. And then comes the race. A children’s competition. Ali hears the third-place prize is a pair of sneakers. So he trains—not to win, but to come in third. Only love makes someone want to lose well. If you’ve ever carried someone quietly, if you’ve sacrificed with no intention of being thanked, if your love has ever been revealed in motion rather than words— then you already know this boy. He didn’t finish where he hoped. But he ran like grace. And the ground remembers. --- II. The Hope That Aimed Just Low Enough The story is simple. The stakes are small. A pair of shoes. A race. A brother’s silent hope. Ali never tells Zahra he entered the race. He doesn’t boast. He doesn’t even explain. He just runs—so she can walk. And what does he want? Not first place. Not glory. Third place. Because third place means sneakers. Third place means he can give without having to say what it cost him. He doesn’t want to win. He wants to help. Quietly. Discreetly. Lovingly. And then— he runs too fast. His body carries more devotion than his plan can hold. He finishes first. The shoes don’t come. There’s no victory here. No reward. Just aching feet and a boy who wanted the wrong prize for the right reasons. If you’ve ever tried to love someone in secret, if you’ve ever done your best for someone else and still missed the moment— this is for you. Because sometimes the most beautiful love doesn’t land perfectly. It just tries hard, aims gently, and ends up somewhere it didn’t intend to go. But the ground still remembers. And so does she. -- III. The Grace of Sharing in Secret They don’t tell their parents. They don’t make a scene. They simply pass the shoes, day after day, in alleyways and stairwells, like a quiet liturgy. There’s no ceremony. Just rhythm. She returns from school. He waits barefoot in the shadows. She slides off the shoes. He slips them on. And he runs. This is the grace that never asks to be named— the kind that carries someone without needing to be seen doing it. It’s not selfless in a saintly way. It’s just what love does when it grows in small spaces and knows there’s no one else to carry the weight. And even when the plan frays— when he’s late, when she’s shamed, when everything feels too heavy— neither of them gives up. Because what they share isn’t just footwear. It’s trust. It’s time. It’s the invisible promise that you will not walk alone, even if we have only one pair between us. If you’ve ever loved someone quietly— not with grand gestures, but with daily, invisible care— you know this grace. It is small. But it is not weak. It holds people together without anyone noticing. And sometimes that’s enough. --- IV. The Ache of the Almost Answered Prayer He runs with everything he has. He doesn’t look back. His feet fly, his heart beats out a hope that feels so close it hurts. He’s aiming for third. He needs third. But his legs don’t understand his strategy. They carry him too far, too fast, and he wins. First place. A medal. No shoes. There is no celebration. Only the silent collapse of a boy who gave everything and still didn’t get what he came for. But here’s the strange beauty: it wasn’t failure. He ran for her. And he ran well. Sometimes love doesn’t arrive wrapped in results. Sometimes it ends with scraped knees, tears in a fountain, and no new shoes in sight. But even then— even in the ache of the almost-answered prayer— something has happened. Something invisible. Something real. If you’ve ever hoped for just enough and watched it slip through your fingers even after you did everything right— you know this ache. And if you kept loving anyway— without fanfare, without reward— then something in you has already been changed. --- V. A Benediction for the Unnoticed Ones You were never praised. Never filmed. Never thanked the way you should have been. You just ran. Shared. Carried what was yours—and what wasn’t. You didn’t win. You didn’t lose. You simply gave yourself away, quietly, without being asked. Children of Heaven doesn’t end in triumph. It ends in exhaustion. And yet something holy lingers in the closing silence. Not because the shoes were found. Not because justice was done. But because two children carried each other with gentleness and grit, and asked for nothing in return. If you’ve ever loved someone without recognition, without applause, without resolution— this film sees you. You are not small. You are sacred. --- Postscript There are no miracles here. Only a pair of feet too tired to run. Only a brother who tried. Only a sister who waited. But if the kingdom of heaven belongs to children, then maybe it also belongs to those who love like them: not for reward, but because the other is worth it. --- If This Story Moved You Quietly, You Might Also Walk With: Tokyo Story – For those who loved without being noticed, and kept showing up anyway. Late Spring – When saying goodbye feels like a betrayal, but you do it for their sake. The Wind Will Carry Us – When nothing happens, and God still meets you in the waiting. In the Mood for Love – For the ache of love withheld and presence that lingered anyway. Past Lives – For timelines that split but still echo with grace. Turtles Can Fly (coming next) – For when innocence is lost, but something sacred remains. --

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