Original subtitles

Greetings!

We have been picked as actors for this movie.

In this movie, this house will be our home.

Here, our hope and struggle were for women, especially women of...

[Military jet flies over]

[Motorbike approaches]

- Hey, uncle Saadulla! - Yes?

Where are you going? How are you doing?

- I'm going back home. - Well, let me give you a ride.

- I don't want to be a burden. - Come on, ride along.

- Ride on. - Should I sit here?

Yes.

What have you bought? Is it that you are missing the city?

Last night, the village in front of us was bombarded,

I thought, in case of tonight is our turn to get bombarded,

and not be able to unwind in peace.

So today, I went and,

I bought this for my wife.

The doctor prescribed it to her.

Is it truly for her, or you for having gotten old?

Since when have we feared getting old?

It is death that I fear.

When humans die, they cease to see all the beauties of life.

Not to be unthankful,

we haven't been able to have a day of rest.

One day the war destroys our houses, The next day we are forced to flee.

[Singing Kurdish Hayran]

Go on. Move.

Goodbye, sir.

[Engine cuts]

[Birds singing]

[Military jet flies over]

[Rooster squawking]

Here you go.

[Engine starts]

[Sheep baaing]

Come on, come on, come on,

come over here.

Come over here.

[Sheep baaing]

Come on, come on.

[Sheep baaing]

Come on, come on.

[Sheep baaing]

[Metal banging]

[Sheep baaing]

[Livestock noises]

[Rooster squawking]

[Metal banging]

[Livestock noises]

[Rooster squawking]

[Rooster squawking]

[Water running]

[Sweeping]

[Water running]

[Military jet flies over]

[Wings flutter]

[Motorbike engine running]

[Engine cut]

- Welcome back. - Thank you so much!

Bring that skin, so it doesn't rotten.

[Wings flutter]

[Metal banging]

[Crickets]

[Snoring]

[Military jet flies over]

[phone ringing]

Yes?

Yes, dear.

Around an hour... an hour and a half.

I'm on it now.

[Indistinguishable voice on phone]

Alright, surely,

I wish you all the best.

I wish you all the best; congratulations.

All the best to you all, congratulations, goodbye.

Here you go.

Thanks a lot.

But don't sell its head and legs. Bring them back.

[Motorbike starts up]

[Pouring salt]

[Metal banging]

[Door creak]

My darling, Parwen, take care of yourself and finish your work, I'll usher the kids and come back to help.

- Mom? - My precious.

Hand it to me - we rely on God.

God bless you all, God steer us away from trouble.

May god bless you with prosperity and abundance, my dear kins,

my sweet sons, come on.

Hitch your rucksack firmly.

My everything, my precious children.

God, watch over you all, my dears.

Take care of yourselves.

[Packing sounds]

May the God almighty protect you all and steer you from unrest.

Relying on God.

Oh, may your mother die for you. I'm so worried for you, my sweet sons.

God keep you safe, my children.

- Nothing will happen, hopefully, look. - Hopefully.

- Do I have an escort? - Yes, you do have an escort.

God keep them safe and shield them from the evil deeds of the wicked.

My children!

Get up; it is fine. Hitch it, come on.

Take care of yourselves On your way on the different roads.

God bless them. God, show mercy to the children of Kurds.

Shield them from the evil deeds of the wicked.

- Oh, almighty Lord. - I'll be left behind.

Come on, my beloved son, God willing, you won't be left behind.

God shield them from troubles.

Let me help you my son.

Go ahead, help him get up.

Let's hit the road.

Godspeed, my precious.

- God be with you. - Give me the cane.

- Mom, give him the cane. - Mom, give me my cane.

Here is your cane.

Goodbye, and God is with you.

- May I die for your heavy loads. God watch over you. - Goodbye, Mom, goodbye.

My Lord, keep them safe from the evil deeds of the wicked.

Show my dear children mercy, almighty Lord.

- Greetings. - Warmest welcome.

- Greetings. - Do your work, and I will return now.

I brought you pears from our garden.

- Thank you! - We had great produce this year. Thank goodness.

I have brought you some.

Thanks. I hope your garden is always fruitful.

I hope you enjoy it.

Why have you come late, my dear? Did you sleep in?

Latif was leaving for the city.

Until I packed for him and fed the children, it took me some time.

You altruist for men! Do you think he actually appreciates it?

Oh, of course!

Latif and I cannot live without each other!

Parwen Khan?

Why did I marry then?

Right, right... he cannot be without you.

I swear, He will marry a second wife before your shroud turns yellow!

Oh, you pitiful miserable.

Well, that's not how it is!

If my finger is aching, Latif will stay up the night for me.

He'll be sleep deprived.

My dear, do you know what you're doing for him?

You raise his children and look after the house for him.

His trousers will stink if you don't wash them for a day.

Ignore him for a week, and before you know it, he's gotten a new wife!

Latif is not that kind of a man.

Poor man, some days he comes home, so exhausted to the point of passing out.

Who do you think he is doing that for?

Isn't it for us?

Am I not telling the truth, Parween Khan?

We are exhausted more than the men.

We work, get around, and toil every day until dark, making a living,

when we wake up, our hair has turned white

from all the work and misery.

The men are the same.

Dear child, men get old when they have no woman taking care of them.

When women, too, get ill, Only the man is left there to take care of her.

When do kids these days look after their parents?

As for family members, they're busy with their own lives.

In the end, it is only your husband who will be there for you.

My dear Parwen, why are you not saying anything?

What should I say?

Parwen Khan?

What's going on? You don't look well.

I have not been well for a while.

In the name of God!

It doesn't feel like a folded navel.

[Sheep baaing]

[Sheep baaing]

[Sheep struggling]

[Music swells]

[Motorbike approaching]

[Engine cut]

- Welcome home. - Thank you so much.

[Footsteps]

[Belt unbuckles]

[Splatter]

[Digging]

[Splatter]

It doesn't have enough hay; put more.

- Alright. - Put more.

You mixed the mud yourself.

Why are you nitpicking at me?

[Thud]

[Digging]

The work in this house is endless.

I'm so sick, about to die.

Don't worry about it.

I wish you had brought someone for these types of work.

I'm too exhausted.

It has been a while since I felt anything, nor has the heart.

I do not have the strength anymore.

It's the old age.

Getting old brings a ton of incapabilities.

What does age have to do with this work?

Even now, I won't trade myself for 40 pretty girls.

But what can I do with my fate?

Isn't it better to get back to work, instead of grumbling,

[Raining]

[Coughing]

[Cups clinking]

[news anchor]: The bodies of the five kolbars have been buried.

Last Monday, on the Northern and Eastern Kurdish borders, they passed away.

Shouldn't we go to Khuncha, my sister's home?

Her daughter has given birth,

we haven't even taken her the gifts yet.

[Alright, we will go.

[News Anchor]: After one week of waiting for the rescue teams

[news anchor]: to be sent by the Turkish and Iranian authorities.

The people went to the place of the incident on the Northern

borders of Kurdistan and found the bodies in the evening

We don't have sugar cubes anymore. Bring them too for the mornings.

[news anchor]: They found the bodies of the five kolbars

and around 11 pm, they returned their bodies through the mountains to their home.

That is Koran village in the Soma-Wrme area.

They buried them this morning.

During the burial ceremony, a lot of people from the villages

in Soma, Bradost, Sargawr, Margawr and Kurds from Urmia

have joined them.

However, government and parliament officials did not participate.

The family members of the victims denounced the Iranian government during the burial.

For it has not taken any actual steps to retreat the bodies - Prepare the bedding for us. Let's sleep.

[news anchor]: and they held the people back by empty promises.

[news anchor]: The five kolbars were all related.

They were from Koran village, which is on the border,

and nearly two thousand people live there.

Since there isn't any work in the villages most of the...

[Footsteps]

[Sheep baaing]

[Sheep baaing]

Oh man, I remembered something funny

from our wedding day.

Do you remember how the boy dropped the mirror and

how he fell over?

At that moment, I realized I might be the first bride

going into her new home with a broken neck.

Give me this and bring the big hammer.

Go! Since you're not working and have fallen back into the days of romance.

[Hammering]

[Music swells]

[Motorbike engine]

[Motorbike approaching]

[Engine cut]

[Metal banging]

[Car passes by]

What happened?

It's an air strike, again.

Did it kill anyone?

Mr. Kareem and some others were in the shop at that time.

They all have passed away.

[Metal banging]

Be careful! The wall might fall.

Oh, may God destroy you for how you ruined the lives of so many.

[Metal banging]

[Moving rubble]

[Moving rubble]

When did it happen?

This morning.

It was on the news everywhere.

Oh my God!

[Metal banging]

[Metal banging]

[Motorbike starting]

Sir?

Can you give me a ride?

Come along, my brother.

[Book title: Kurdish alphabet]

[Motorbike in distance]

[Sheep call]

Is Mr. Kareem your relative?

I've known him for years.

He was such a peaceful man, I've been visiting him for a while.

Ah, may God forgive him.

And I brought this meat for him for his son's wedding.

So painful it has become a funeral for them now.

Death is a reality that we will all experience. Each of us will experience it differently.

However, the fact that you cannot live a a fulfilling life is an agony greater than death itself.

We didn't get to live life the way we were meant to. We hoped for a different life, but unfortunately...

or better say, they didn't let us have it.

We have grown old, and we are still building our houses

in a way to withstand shelling and bombardments...

the more lethal the bombs become, the smaller we build our windows.

We have not been able to live without fear, even in our homes.

And this is more difficult than any other tragedy that we have endured.

We lived... but life was honestly something else.

Everyday we see the death of our loved ones,

but we have not stopped watering our gardens.

This tragic story, no one knows how long it will prolong.

Which village are you going to?

I'm going to the one on the other side.

Please, I'll get off over there.

[Engine cut]

Are you going there as a visitor?

No, I teach in the village.

The pupil had no sketchbooks or colored pencils.

I told Mr. Kareem, the shopkeeper, to bring them new ones,

but fate deemed otherwise.

What can we do?

We have always been this unlucky.

Death has become our daily routine.

In history, there has never been a nation that has experienced death as much as us

for a scrap of living.

Thank you so much, brother.

Welcome.

Mister, mister!

Pardon.

For you.

No, you should not, my brother.

It is yours, mister.

Thank you so much.

[School teacher]: I'm going to the village on the other side.

[Boatman]: Alright, come on. We have those with us, too.

Hey, brother. Come, help us push the boat.

[Boat engine starts]

[Motorbike starts]

[Motorbike in distance]

[news anchor]: The family of four who got injured by the Turkish air strike in

Sulaymaniyah, Kuna Masi resort, have twenty pieces of the bombs were left in their bodies.

The Turkish bomb destroyed this family's life.

The Turkish bombing targeted the shopkeeper.

[reporter]: The strike targeted this area. In the last six months, Turkish

and Iranian airstrikes have burnt hundreds of hectares of farmland.

Moreover, many people have gotten injured or have fallen as casualties.

[Snoring]

Hey, woman?

Hey, woman?

[Motorbike starts]

[Engine cut]

[Motorbike starts]

[Engine cut]

Woman?

[Sheep baaing]

Woman?

Why are you not answering!?

What is going on with you?

I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm feeling so ill.

I even cannot stand on my feet.

[Motorbike engine]

Get off here.

[Engine cut]

Put your legs on each side of the bike.

Embrace me.

[Motorbike starting]

[phone rings]

Yes, mister?

How are you, brother?

Today, I'm busy, so I cannot.

Really!? I'm so sorry for that.

My thoughts are with you, and may God have mercy on his soul.

I apologize, brother.

Very welcome.

[Singing Kurdish Hayran]

[Music swells]

Let us return.

What?

I don't understand.

Let us return home.

What are you saying?

Let us return.

What are you saying?

We are almost there.

The hospital is close, right on the other side of the river.

No need. I have healed.

Let us return home.

Oh, God!

Come on, then.

[Motorbike driving away]

[Military jets flying by]