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"I cannot forget, but I can forgive."� Mandela

That protects from misfortune...

and the evil eye..

Rich men, give me a dollar.

Go away.

Tell him to go away. I'm sick.

We have no money. Go away.

You're so stubborn! Go away!

I'll do it for free. That man will pay.

Go away! Women are protesting

Where?

Not for political reasons. We're hungry. Jobs..

Interesting. Got any change?

Come see the revolution

It's not for political reasons! We're hungry! We need jobs!

Don't pull me like this! Pull those women over there.

The Talibans are coming to bring hell!

It's not for political reasons! We're hungry! We need jobs!

WE ARE WIDOWS

Run! The Talibans are coming! Run!

You want to get killed?

You'll get killed. Run!

Sends the misfortunes away, in the name of the king...

and the girls. Protects from the evil eye.

Get up!

Don't lock us here!

Heretics!

Why you came now? It's a dangerous situation.

The hospital is closing. The manager wants to go.

Go where? He owes me 4 months!

Let's go my love.

How am I gonna pay you? I have no money.

So, what can I do?

Our patient is dying. Help us!

I'm not a doctor. I'm just the manager here.

Look at my shoes!

I can't do anything.

Government doesn't care about us either.

I can't do anything. The hospital is a mess.

We're hungry! We're begging you!

Leave me alone, for Christ's sake!

My wife went out alone. The Talibans arrested her.

It's said that the goat is mourned and butchered for the meat.

You're late. Come, my father is not well.

Why? Isn't he better than yesterday?

-He's worst. -Worst?

Yes, come quick.

-Come quick! -I'm coming!

Quick! My father is worst.

He was ok yesterday.

Now he's worst. I'm losing my father.

-How are you sir? -Okay. My body's in pain.

Let's give half of yours to this old man.

He's poor and needs help.

We have no oxygen. Make some air.

The Talibans are here.

What's happening? Mom! The Talibans are here!

Are there any foreign woman here?

No.

Who is she then?

She's with my father. He's sick. I brought him here.

And you came with whom?

With me.

Who are you?

I'm her husband.

I am with my sick father.

You bastard! How you let her speak? You're the husband!

Forgive me.

Father has asthma. I'm making some air to him.

Mom, they're gone.

Come here so they don't see you.

Take that thing out. I'll take him home.

He will die if I take it out.

I have no choice.

If I take care of him at home, will you pay me?

Come, God is Great.

Quick! Let's go, before it gets colder.

Come quick and bring it.

Will you take us home? We're gonna be late. Let's go.

I'll escort them. The Talibans will tease them.

Stop it, you bastard!

Aren't you ashamed of having your wife on the bicycle?

All the men will fall in love with her! Cover your legs!

Forgive me! I won't do it again!

Can you escort me again tomorrow?

No, find someone else.

Don't you add more misery to me, mom.

God took his revenge on me already. I am a mess.

Shame on you! I told you not to take it off.

If something goes wrong..

what will I do?

Oh God, what a misery?

I wish my husband was alive. He was bringing the food at least.

You took him away in the Kabul war.

I wish my brother was alive...

and not killed in the Russian war.

He would take care of us now, mother mostly.

Oh God, I wish I had a son instead of a daughter.

He would work for me.

I wish God haven't created women.

What? Men and women are exactly the same.

My hair grown white but I saw..

that there is no difference between men and women.

Both work the same..

and both are the same unfortunate.

A shaved man, under the burka..

looks like a woman...

and every woman with short hair...

and wears a pair of trousers, looks like a man.

Bring her father's clothes.

and cut them short.

I'll cut the hair tomorrow...

and she will be a boy.

What re you saying grandma?

If the Talibans realize this, they'll kill me.

Don't be afraid.

If you are careful, you'll be a man.

You are a boy my love.

All the bad things in the world, is in his eyes.

We all die if you don't work.

Do you remember that old story I used to tell you?

Once upon a time there was a beautiful boy...

whose father was dead.

He went to work and came back a wreck.

Then he wished he was a girl...

so he didn't have to work.

One day The Wise One told him...

that if he crossed the rainbow he would become a girl.

"What's the rainbow", he asked.

It was a souvenir from Rastam, the big hero...

to free us from the pain and misery.

If a boy crosses it he becomes a girl...

and if I girl crosses it, she becomes a boy.

Get up my dear.

-You belong to me. -Pay me this Friday.

-Thank you. -I wish you health.

Don't get upset, Sister.

My condolences.

Mother!

Mother!

I know you. Why you cut your hair?

Pay me or I'll turn you in.

Hi.

Hi.

You know Rahim?

Rahim who?

-The left-handed. -No.

The one that got killed in the Kabul war.

How come you don't remember him?

You fought together for 14 years.

I'm his wife.

I'm sorry I don't remember.

How are you?

Good.

How's your daughter?

This boy is my daughter.

Come from the back.

Why you got out with all this fuss? It's dangerous.

What could I do? I came for you.

I disguised my girl as a boy...

so you take her at work.

I am poor and desperate.

My husband died as a martyr.

All I got is you and the garden of God.

Where can I go by myself?

I opened the store so I can earn some money...

but no one comes.

I hardly earn a living myself

I wish I could help.

Sent only some bred. God bless you.

Son, come early tomorrow for work.

God bless you.

Thank you. God helps all.

You come back early.

Let's go son.

God bless you.

What's wrong?

Wear your slippers.

Okay.

Soften you voice. It's too deep.

Okay.

Don't talk. You voice gives you away.

Okay.

Boys, it's praying time.

Do you know how to pray?

Not like that, my son. Look at me.

Let's go.

God is Great.

Take this and go home before it gets dark.

Thank you. God bless you.

Why you hit me?

Mom! A Taliban is behind the door.

Grandma, he will kill me if he finds out that I'm a girl.

Oh God, what am I gonna do with you?

What have you done?

Nothing.

The Talibans suspected it. What am I gonna do?

I didn't do anything.

Shame on you!

Do something, fast!

Eat some watermelon!

You'll get sick if you don't eat.

Eat something and I'll tell you...

a nice fairy-tale to sleep.

You'll get sick my dear.

I'll die for you... I love you.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful boy...

which father was dead.

He had four sisters.

He went to work and came back a wreck.

Then he wished he was a girl...

so he doesn't have to work.

If he crossed the rainbow, he would become a girl.

He asked what a rainbow was.

The Wise Man said: "Heavenly rainbows rise from rain."

If a boy crossed them, he became a girl...

and if a girl crossed them she would become a boy.

Let's go.

What's wrong Molah Sahib?

I want that boy.

-What do you want from him? -I'm taking him.

-He works for me. -I must take him.

Let him be, please. He's too poor.

Poor or not, I'm taking him.

Drink some milk, Molah Sahib.

Drink some, please.

How are you?

Where are they taking us?

To Bin Landen, to fight.

No, they're taking us to prison.

Get in line!

Take one each!

One at a time!

What's happening here?

They turn us into Taliban here. They'll give us turbans.

-Will I get one too? -Yes.

Take this turban.

How do I wrap this?

Lower a little and I'll do it for you.

You have to learn this.

My eyes are in pain.

Who can speak of The Saint Koran?

-I don't know it. -Don't speak so loud!

The dog barks. Get up and chant!

Do it! Don't be a coward!

Get up.

Give me your hand.

Put me down. Fast!

Get me down! I'm falling!

Come down...slowly..

Place you feet on my shoulders.

Coward! Girl!

You know why I am here today?

To teach you.

The lesson is that you have a wet dream.

Something comes into your sleep.

Then you'll become men and then you must take a bath.

There are many "bath" ways.

A wet dream, a prayer one...

and I'll show you how we do it.

First you wash your hands.

First right and then left hand...

and then your testicles. Got it?

I'll show you how, now.

This is for the head.

Got it?

This is the testicle you must wash.

I didn't quite get it.

Only got knows if this is the right way.

It's under his control.

Three time the right side...

Three times the left side...

and three times the in-between. That's the way.

Come here. Everybody pay attention now!

You won't experience this again.

Watch carefully. No one has ever done this before.

And try to learn it.

You must wash underneath here.

You don't need to know which side...

cause it's right there, hanging in the middle.

Now we pour water three times, got it?

There must be plenty of water. A river maybe.

Dive.

My foot is bleeding, Molah Sahib.

Wash your feet first, then you can take a bath.

Come here to wash your feet.

Take off you clothes. Forget about the pain.

Take off your shoes. Get your feet naked.

Wash 'em. Take off your clothes. Take a bath.

Oh God, what a wonderful feeling!

Do you want me to wash your feet?

Don't you get it?

3 times right, 3 times left 3 the in-between.

This boy looks like a bride.

What's a bride, Molah Sahib?

Brides are the female spirits in the sky.

It's a girl. Everything about it look girlish.

I'm sure it's a girl.

It's a boy. Boy. Bastards!

She looks at men. Let him be! You bastards!

If it's like that, what's his name?

Osama.

-We'll search him. -I don't think so!

It's a just a kid.

Go!

-Where is he gone? -What?

-Where is my boss? -Pakistan.

Didn't managed too good.

You keep that so you're warm.

Did he said where he was heading?

I came back from school and a neighbour said...

that he went to Pakistan. What do we do now?

Don't worry. When a door closes, another hundred open.

Our neighbour is having a wedding ceremony tonight.

Wear your dress and we'll go work there.

Give me the picture of the groom holding a sword.

Thank you.

-Where is the groom? -Went to Iran.

Talibans are at the doors! Wear your burkes!

What's happening in this house?

My mother died.

Listen. Forget the war lessons afterwards.

His face is girlish.

His feet are girlish.

Listen to his voice. His hands are girlish.

Get away from here! I'm not a girl.

You lied to us yesterday. You are a girl.

Espandi!

Espandi!

What's wrong?

Why you tease him, you bastards?

You lied to us.

I didn't lie to anyone. Go away!

He's not a girl. He's a boy.

Then he must climb to the tree.

Climb to the tree, Osama.

He looks like a girl.

He's a boy and he can climb to that tree.

Espandi!

He's not a girl. He's a man.

Espandi!

Come this way. Come close.

I'm falling.

Up!

Mother where are you?

Get up.

He's a girl!

She's a girl!

Get her!

In the name of the father...

People that came to see.

We gathered here for our religious laws.

To see what's happening in Kaboul.

This unfaithful reporter took shots from everybody.

He was spying on the noble Talibans.

We have our witnesses and evidence.

Take him. Death is the punishment!

Death is the punishment!

Judge ordered the death penalty for him.

This unfaithful woman was swearing.

The judges decided that stones must be thrown at her until she dies.

-Where is the witness? -Only God knows.

Bring the girl that pretended to be a boy.

Whoever does this, will conclude like him.

In our Holy Islam has never happened anything like this.

We have seen many bad things...

in Kaboul like we see today.

I forgive her.

May you life and faith go on forever

This orphan girl doesn't have anyone.

I marry her to you...

legally and in a religious way. Do you accept?

I accept.

Judge, don't give me to him, please.

I want my mother. Bring me my mother.

May God reward you.

They forgave her and Molah Sahib took her.

Now justice has prevailed.

Praise the Lord. God is Great!

Come on.

May God bring hell to the Talibans.

They burnt our house, our land, our garden.

We have nothing left.

They arrested me and they married me to this Molah.

They ruined my life.

I don't have a reason to live. Oh God, please help me.

Look. At the beginning we became refugees.

Afterwards, the Talibans took my brother and killed him.

Then I was thrown to Molah. I wish he dies.

At night I was painting my hands with henna...

he forced me to run away and marry him.

My life is black and miserable.

I hate but what can I do?

He took my life the night we were married.

All my youth was destroyed by that man.

Where is the girl?

I'll find her myself.

Come on!

Choose. Look and choose.

You don't like these.

This one is for you. It's yours.