Salman Aref

Night Courier (2023) drags you into the shadowy corners of a city that never really sleeps—yeah, that kind of city, the one that looks alive until you realize it’s just flickering neon and ghosts in alleys. Salman Aref steps in as the guy behind the wheel, a courier with insomnia issues, a broken past, and a backpack full of secrets. He’s not your average delivery guy. There’s something in his eyes, like he’s seen too much or not enough, and you can’t quite figure out which. Every night, he weaves through chaos—dodging drunks, corrupt cops, and the city’s underbelly that oozes out after dark. The packages he delivers aren’t always what they seem, and neither are the people paying for them. As the clock ticks, deliveries get weirder, more dangerous, and the faces at every door become less familiar, more desperate. There’s a tension simmering beneath every exchange, a sense that one wrong move could mean the end. And our courier? He’s stuck—too deep to back out, too haunted to stop. At the center of all this, Aref’s character is chasing something—maybe redemption, maybe just a way out. The film doesn’t spoon-feed answers, either. It’s all gritty streets, pulsing music, and this relentless sense of urgency. By the end, you’re left wondering who’s really running the night—the city, the people hiding in it, or the ghosts chasing the courier down every shadowy street.