All those nails were too much for my eyes

This project explores the complex bond between mother and daughter, shaped by love, tension, and patriarchal pressures in Iran. Through a personal lens, it reflects women’s overlooked emotional experiences under tradition and culture.

The project “All Those Nails Were Too Much for My Eyes” explores my relationship with my mother, a traditional and religious woman in Iran who never wanted a daughter. My mother grew up in a patriarchal family without any brothers, where my grandfather considered not having sons and having daughters a source of shame. This cultural and familial framework placed immense pressure on her life and shaped her experience of motherhood and the role of women in the family. I was born after four brothers, and my presence brought both joy and a new burden into her life.

In first moments of discovering photography during adolescence, the camera became a means to capture my mother, as if it served as a bridge to explore and understand our relationship. Since then, I have continued photographing her, documenting the layers of love, tension, and history between us.

This project presents a personal portrait of the mother-daughter relationship, a bond that, according to philosophers and psychologists such as John Bowlby and Donald Winnicott, is the most fundamental human connection. It shapes our experience of the world and others, and in my case, it reflects both love and attachment, as well as the social pressures and constraints that marked my upbringing.

My personal perspective opens a window onto a broader issue in the Global South: the lives of women and girls growing under traditional and cultural restrictions, whose emotional and personal experiences are often overlooked. Through this work, I attempt to represent the mother-daughter relationship in all its complexity, from love and care to conflict, silence, and unresolved pain.

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When I was six, my mother sent me to an embroidery class, believing that girls should learn this craft. I was the youngest in the class, and each time I practiced, it was to please her. At first, I didn’t like embroidery, but now, at 34, I still love it and have kept my very first piece of work — the one shown in this photo.

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This photo shows my mother with my four brothers, before I was born. She always said she never wanted a daughter, as she had endured many hardships in her own life for not having brothers, and her father often instilled guilt in her. After four sons, she prayed for a daughter

© masoumeh bahrami - This photo shows my mother and my aunt beside my grandfather.
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This photo shows my mother and my aunt beside my grandfather.

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My mother used to say that many prayers and vows were made for my birth, as my father wished for a daughter after four sons. She also recounted that people believed my grandmother had been bewitched to prevent her from having sons, as she had two sons who both passed away.

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I took this photo of my mother during my teenage years. After insisting many times that I wanted a camera, not bangles, she bought me one. My first encounter with photography began by photographing her.

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My mother always said that girls shouldn’t laugh loudly or too much. Every time I laughed, her words echoed in my mind. As a teenager, I still laughed loudly and often, but deep down I believed my laughter was ugly — that it made me ugly.