My childhood passed during the period of the Iraq-Iran war. when power cut was a common experience. We did our homework next to a portable gas lantern called Pikniki. In those bitter times, we had the fancy to play with our hand shadows on the wall, making shadowy figures – having less understanding of the red alarm and horrified running to the underground, which was another playground for us but quietly of course. These works are a flashback to those nights mixed with my two years’ experiences in Bandar Abbas, their folklore, and brides’ hands painting with “Henna”.