All language subtitles for H.O.G.S01E05.Lament [eng]

Previously, Aisa tried to kiss Jamila.

This is us, Aisa, for friends.

She's the best one in her family.

Not that anyone of them would ever
think you are good enough for her.

It's on the spectrum.
It's totally innocent.

I stopped knowing this was going to come
if you had a child you would know better.

When disappointed, with our friends,
for ourselves, we reflect on our choices.

Why did you owe $12,000 from the
Mosquah County a few nights ago?

Said Aisa for collateral, and Aisa,

slighted by not being included
in his adopted mother's will,

gave him an apartment in Iraq that
was to be inherited by Batul and Aisa.

A.B.C. original.

Screen Australia and the
Australian Broadcasting Corporation

present, in association with
screen New South Wales.

A matchbox pitches production.

Aisa places a ward of $50 notes into
a box full of Middle East and desserts.

He takes more wads of cash from
the safe and puts them in a duffel bag.

It's the safe in Muhammad's
office in the Moss.

A man's playing a type of guitar in
the courtyard behind the cafe at night.

It's packed with people
sitting under fairy lights.

Carrying the bag, Aisa sits
down next to Sayyid's man.

The large man who has
a ponytail says to Aisa,

our friend will play
concerts once a month,

and return to Iraq with the $25,000
plus another $5,000 for his trouble.

Aisa gives the dessert
box to the man and says,

"You won't find
sweeter in all of Sydney.

Wow, I didn't have that one.

I had him and I'd Sydney.

The man hands the box to
his associate who looks inside.

The man asks, "I
believe you like the wood.

What's up, Gordon?

So why don't you go ahead.

Story goes.

It was created by a man in
grief at the death of his only son.

He used his boy's ribs
to make me his own body.

So when he held it to play, it would
be like he was still holding his son.

The man stares at Aisa, who
nods his head along to the music.

Our self-gods.

Harsh is not only a mental,
but a physical challenge.

The heat, the travel, harsh,
very grimage is not a holiday.

It's the journey of a lifetime.

We set our knee accurately
and surrender ourselves

to all the most gracious,
the most merciful.

We circle the cava.

Seven circles are cold and circling.

When we reach the black stone,
we raise our right hand and see.

In the name of Allah, God is great.

We circle, to remind ourselves
that we are all connected.

Here I am, Allah.

At your service, here I am.

You have no equal.

Praise and thanks be to you.

What do you know? I met up.

Yeah, I like that one.

That's one of my favorites, color-wise.

Or it looks like a flannel
flower of clothes, bit.

Manuregan?

You know what a
flannel flower is? Yeah.

What are you telling?

How do you know it?

Samir comes over to him to Nada.

So a secret of now, huh?

I hope you are not becoming as nimble with
the truth, that's the rest of your family.

Uncle Samir imagines, I'm
some sort of pure moral being.

I disappoint him.

You wouldn't disappoint anyone.

Are you older, Lou?

You do a snack pack.

I'm older.

Understanding Nada lives.

Snack pack.

You should go back to bed, I'm
more than I love in your heart today.

He didn't walk so off.

Now a sign on the side of the
mosque advertises the upcoming hush.

Thank you for taking one of this
responsibility while I am a hush.

The burden of leadership is heavy.

I feel refreshed and ready.

Should you need help, my son
and daughter will be a biocide 24/7.

My old likes have
chopped milk in each other.

Smiling and noting, Muhammad says to
Shaka, God willing, I'll pull the face off.

Family and friends say goodbye
to loved ones, leaving for the hush.

A kills going, and he says
goodbye to Yusuf and Jamili.

A kill kisses the Quran and nods
Jamili before getting on the bus.

Muhammad says goodbye
to Hind, but all in Aisa.

We've been in my form.

We're back, I have said.

The woman from the butcher,
who Muhammad helped.

Anything wrong, sister?

Before your election,
I felt so far from God.

Now look at me.

You've been me away back.

God bless you.

The woman kisses the
Quran and gets on the bus.

Then Muhammad does the same.

At the door, he waves
and says, wish us luck.

Good luck, shake.

God be with you.

Take care of yourself.

The coach sets off, and the crowd
waves incense their well wishes.

Inside the mosque, the
petition the women look

through he's being
covered by a black shite.

Some older men come in and
look confused when they say it.

Shaka is now addressing the mosque.

All believers fear Allah Almighty
by obeying his commands.

And you will win the great victory and be
successful in this world and the hereafter.

You will find, I speak
plainly to plainly for some.

I am a simple man.

I am not golden, tongue-like,
shake Muhammad.

But never forget Satan,
he was a fine speaker too.

Shaka picks up a football.

What do you see?

At the football, you may ask
what time is there in a football.

Well, I will tell you,
there is nothing holy

about boys chasing
after a piece of leather.

When boys should be studying,
this is the holy time of harsh.

We must live our lives in quiet
contemplation and prayer and not idle games.

So from today on, no football, no games
of any kind, no music, no entertainment.

The holy Qur'an is entertainment enough.

But tools in her bedroom.

My husband has explained our situation.

Yes, he is a good man,
kind, gentle and hardworking.

I am sure he will be a wonderful father.

You understand, this is my
decision, as much as he is.

I know your situation and
you want to have children.

I keep with it, I want it.

Of course, like any woman.

You know, I won't be living with
you, at least not at the beginning.

That suits me.

Bill Allen, I need time to
get to know each other.

Not for me.

Makes sense, but tools smiles
nervously and her hands are tightly wound.

You seem nervous, don't be.

This is strange for me, too.

But all purses her lips and yes, me and
says, you will always be his first love.

But all smiles and says, tell
me about yourself, your family.

The allow says, we need to get
out and turns off the video call.

But all asked what's going on
and tries to call on her phone.

Sharkers in Muhammad's
office in the mosque.

I promise, my father, I check in and
see how you're settling in your holiness.

Seriously, your promise will fail.

Oh, and tell your sister,
Abohani will be acting

as my vice president
and will be using her desk.

I will.

Sharkner, we need your blessing.

There's a musician in town.

Jasmine Hello, world renowned.

He plays traditional songs very respectful.

No music during harsh.

He's flown all the way from Iraq to
perform a series of special concerts.

Well, then he, like us
all, we need to satisfy

himself instead with
quiet contemplation.

Hey, sursize, shaking his head.

Sharkner, shall we?

Hey, sir, leaves the office.

Belau calls Batul back.

Belau, come on, we achieve.

Are you safe?

I'm at my brothers.

I've had this feeling
for the last few days.

If someone was watching the
apartment, who were they? Felicia.

She knew.

Felicia, to me? Milicia.

What?

Who's Milicia?

It's hard to get answers for men with guns.

They told us to sit on the couch.

Then they walked around taking photos.

How is Yasamine? Terrified.

Why were they there?

Batul, the men mentioned the brother.

A shock-looking Batul
glances around her bedroom.

Outside the mosque.

Do you need me for
anything? Not happy.

I love Jupiter.

Sharkner says to his wife, "I
promise them fire and I will bring it.

You will see.

"I don't have your learning.

True football does waste time.

As you said, the other day.

The trillion only Joe's.

You think I'm making a mistake?

There were fewer women at press,
where the number's down for the men too.

The number's very day to day.

We'll shake my homo to
understand the lower tendons.

All will it look like he's
returning to an empty mosque.

As I said, I don't have your learning.

You know best.

Sharkner, stony-faced as
always, considers her words.

Batul's in Muhammad's office at home.

Hins listening to loud music
in the living room while sewing.

I can't hear you.

Like, stop sewing then.

Thank you.

You want to take me out?

Yes, that's what we're talking about.

Don't tell me.

Car park at chicken brothers.

No, I was thinking the botanic
record of the native flowers.

What it's for you.

That's following me now, I'm seeing you.

Bye.

Batul turns off the music.

Shek Sharkner doesn't rule here.

What's your problem?

The sister's glaring at each other.

Then Batul goes over to the
window and looks out past the curtain.

Batul walks over to Ise,
a face set in a cold stare.

Is it dead?

Let's talk in the car.

Come on.

You know this bullshit again.

Billy truck came into my
apartment today in Baghdad.

Batul tells him to get down.

How's with that?

You're going to tell me what
you have done right now.

Right now.

Insee.

Why can't you just accept that that doesn't
trust you as his advisor anymore? You're lying.

Batul, I've got to work.

Man, with guns came to my house
today and they mentioned you.

Militia and my apartment, Aisa.

Mosk takeings all over,
but we've never been busier.

You tell Baba not to
spend on the school,

not to spend on the soccer team, even
though we should be able to afford it.

You send money, God knows where,
and a man put a gun to my husband's head.

Where have you
gone? You bastard.

That's what a God nothing
was going to happen.

It's just a scare.

Who is carrying the gun?

Who?

I've had a beef with this dodgy guy.

Part of the charity I told you about,
they sound like his bodyguards.

The orphanage? I called them.

The address has been
abandoned more than a year.

So which dodgy guy?

How long have we been
giving these donations?

Aisa stares at her, shaking his head.

Batul says, "I know
what will make you talk.

"Look at you.

What are you doing?

Batul, what are you doing?

Batul makes a phone call.

You're going to break
dad's pulled him a job at this?

He's going to answer.

Batul, just, Batul, that's all I've played.

Please, please.

Get your hands off me.

Bastard, please, for mum's sake.

Get off me.

Arthur, I'm not.

Listen to me.

What?

The apartment's collateral.

The same motherfucker.

The man with the votes?

He'd never heard Bill out of him.

Hey, I promise she,
he'd never heard Bill out.

You remember on election night?

Dad was going to throw it all the way.

Look, she's so hit.

You wanted him to win as much as I did.

Batul.

In complete shock, Batul leaves,
walking away down the street.

Aisa crumples in panic.

He sinks down to the ground
with his hand on his head.

Sharker is playing with you, sir.

Look.

You're safe.

Look, look, look, look,
look, look, look, look, look.

You put that one.

They're playing with blocks and trains.

Sharker says to his wife, you
can be sure he's so recalling

his father, telling him,
Sharker has failed for shit.

And Demas ishint.

You haven't failed.

We've been through a lot of
heartache, but we rely on God.

But here in Sydney, people are soh.

With the shake, the community
is used to a sweeter tea.

They should learn to do without sugar.

And they wish we as well.

But perhaps give them
a small amount for now.

Lest they lose their appetite altogether.

Looking thoughtful, Sharker
pushes a train down the track.

It's night time in Sharker's
house, and everything is still.

Sharker wakes up clutching his chest.

Speak.

What's wrong?

You're crying.

Solving, Sharker
wipes away tears.

An ome jamilla looks at him, tenderly.

You can tell me.

Sharker's jaw trembles.

Helen, they will it now.

I dreamt of our sons, but older.

I'm Sarker.

I mean... Sean, can you
come and shake a little bit?

How they would have
looked if they lived to be men.

Ome jamilla starts crying as well.

But Helen.

In the dream, they were standing behind me.

I mean, what are you?

And when I turned, I'll but I'll scull it.

A bus said, "Father.

"A boya.

Don't you recognize me?

Have I changed so much?

You got it?

She leans over and buries
her head in his shoulder.

Me, boya.

Have you forgotten me?

Dad?

They sobbing each other's arms.

A new day dawns over the messenger mosque.

The pale yellow building
has intricate Arabic writing

in different shades of blue
around its front entrance.

It is by Allah's mercy that
you are gentle to them,

and had you been harsh
and hard-hearted, surely

they would have
scattered from around you.

So excuse them, and
plead for forgiveness

for them, and consult
them in their affairs.

And once you are resolved,
put your trust in Allah.

Indeed, Allah loves those who trust in him.

There are far fewer people at the mosque.

I intended this passage to
be for you, my community.

Now, I think perhaps Allah, the wise
and the merciful, intended it for me.

I admit, I wish I was on harsh.

Maybe that has made me hard-hearted,
that Mecca is not just a place.

Mecca is your family.

Mecca is your heart.

His words seem to
resonate with those there.

The men leaving shake hands with
Shaka and warmly thank him for his service.

Thank you, Shaka.

Such a moving sermon.

Ayesha shakes his hand and says,
"May God accept your prayers and yours.

"Amen, come on.

Shaka, if I close my eyes, I would have
thought that was my father preaching.

Shef, remember Jasim El-Halo,
you spoke about him at the musician?

He hasn't performed, as
you're all, but I was hoping in

light of your moving sermon
that respectfully I asked.

Tell him you can play at his concerts.

Yeah?

A harsh time is a time
for us to share love.

And there is love in traditional song.

Thank you, Shaka.

Perhaps you and your
dear wife could join us.

Mm-hmm.

What a nice day, Shaka.

Thank you.

That's all.

Let me give you a lift.

The tool walks off quickly
without acknowledging him.

Now, Ayesha and Nada
are working at the car wash.

Guys, I'm just doing this to Solen.

Remember, Alan?

This is giving me a couple
of tickets to the foot of today.

Our private box, it's a VRPC to some shit.

Yeah, who's playing?

Dogs and rabbis.

And but I'm not up for it.

Yeah, I've got some shit
I've got to take care of.

Can you go?

What, tonight? This hour.

No, cause I can't sorry.

What do you mean?

There's an important client that'll
look bad if you don't fly the flag.

I've asked your sister on a date.

Ayesha puts down the long brush.

He was holding.

Because it's serious.

Would I come too like
this for a while, wasn't it?

Relax, nothing's happened.

I really like him, man.

I'm asking for your blessing.

I respect that, but my
dad's a while on hands.

Time is a little off, yeah?

This is because of what I've done.

You know, I'm done with
that dad lost behind me now,

because I don't even
know why he's not that.

Don't talk like that,
all right? It'll happen.

Just not now.

Go to the footy.

Have fun.

Yeah?

Ayesha Patzna dea's cheek,
and now that it's rockedantly.

Hens are the botanical gardens.

She's standing on a red Japanese
bridge overlooking a coy pond.

She leans on the wooden railing,
looking out at the serene gardens.

She smiles at a man who
walks past, but it's not nada.

She checks her phone.

Ayesha's doing his hair in the mirror.

How much do you pay?

He turns to look at Brit Hall.

30 grand a month.

How? The truck wash.

Don't get involved, but
two of this is my scene.

You draw 30K a month from your business.

Where does the rest come from?

Ayesha's size picks up his
keys and walks past Brit Hall.

He looks at her at a loss.

You've been taking money from the mosque.

I'll replace every dollar.

I swear to God, I swear a mom's life.

You have taken all of us money.

I have no other choice.

Yes, you do have a choice.

Sell your truck wash.

I've worked 10 years to get here.

What you've done is illegal.

Baba could go to jail.

You want me to keep quiet?

You sell your truck wash.

There's no negotiation.

It's getting dark, and him still
waiting alone at the botanical gardens.

As she starts walking off, Nada calls her.

Thinking about it, she eventually declines.

She puts her phone to her ear, and listens.

Looking puzzled, she puts her phone down.

Now she's sewing with Jamila.

Nothing.

He just doesn't show up.

What a line, maybe he...

Then he butt-dows me so I can
hear him not coming on our date.

Who does that?

Maybe it's a blessing.

You've just started college.

You're doing what you want
for yourself for the first time.

Do you really want emotions swelling around
in there distracting you? It's too late.

Swelling is real.

You know love alone might seem enough.

Relationships, they're part of an ecosystem
that connects everyone in your life.

Your father, your sister, your
brother, they'll have opinions.

They already do about everything.

Well, here's more.

Are you going to live
off his way, do I study?

If you, that doesn't approve, his ace are
going to keep him on with the truck wash.

Can Nada even fly overseas
with a criminal record?

Oh, are you
serious? I don't know.

You'd find a way.

Come on.

I'm a dad dead.

All I'm saying is don't rush into love.

Jamila holds up her headscarf.

Wow.

Take it, I made it for you.

You've been with your
pissed off your talent.

But it all walks into the living room.

Let's go, stay.

We haven't talked.

Please, late.

Jamila and Hind both get up and leave.

The musicians performing
again to the packed courtyard

full of people sitting,
sarmus moking shisha.

Samir serves drinks to his customers.

Shaka arrives in a young man,
vacates his seat for the shape.

Shiti, sit here, sit here,
sit here, sit here, sit here.

His wife's there as well,
and she sits down next to him.

Aisa insides mena there as
well, and Aisa greets Shaka.

Samir.

Shaka.

Samir.

Samir gets up and goes to the
musician on stage as his song finishes.

He whispers to the musician.

The musician says, "We are
honored by a special guest tonight.

Shaka Al-Hair.

Thank you, your holiness, for
letting us share our music Thank you.

What would you like me to sing?

My son, Abbas's favourite, Salimat.

Salimat is his.

Shaka starts to get emotional.

He shares a look with his wife.

There are some Middle
Eastern women not

wearing headscuffs
among the crowd of all ages.

Everyone sings along happily.

Samir sings along as well.

Shaka and his wife hold hands.

Shaka singing along under his breath.

Shaka comes home, taking
his hat off with a weary sigh.

Om Jamila puts her hand to
his cheek and smiles at him.

She runs her hand down his
cheek and holds it over his heart.

She brings his hand up to her cheek
and smiles when he presses it against it.

They smile at each other lovingly.

Ace is at the truck wash in the morning.

He goes from a large shed to where
some workers are washing a truck.

Now it doesn't come in or what?

Ace walks around to some
lockers and checks one of them.

But it's locked.

Ace tries to call Nada.

Salimat is called Nada.

Salimat is called Nada.

Nada is unconscious in a hospital bed.

His eyes are bruised.

He has a gas on his face and he
has a breathing tube in his mouth.

By his bedside, his mother strokes
his face and tries to hold back tears.

Ace is there as well, looking at Nada
with a vacant expression on his face.

He holds his hand to his mouth,
his face wracked by a regret.

But all in hand arrive at the hospital.

How bad is it?

Not to score the new fatal.

He was cut in half.

How do they lie he's alive?

What does near fatal mean?

They reckon he might
not wake up ever again.

Ace says pray for him.

And the tool says, "I'm my God.

"He hasn't let me hold his
hand since he was a little boy.

Always so independent.

Crying, the tool comes over to support her.

But all hugs Nada's mother,
and Ace notices him, staring.

Her eyes darting left and right.

Ace hugs him, bringing her closer to him.

Nada's hooked up to two IV bags.

One of them has a bright red liquid in it.

Sharkher and some other
elders arrive at the hospital.

Say, "I'm my lady.

"She says, " I'm my lady.

"Say, " I'm my lady.

"What happened?

She says, "I'm my lady.

"She says, " I'm my lady.

"I'm my lady.

Let us pray for Nada.

Say, "I'm my lady.

"He says, " I'm my lady.

"Ace holds his hands out, and
leads everyone in a prayer circle.

He that responds to the distress when they
call out to him, and he removes the ill.

Samir is there, as well as Jamila,

and everyone prays with their
open palms held out in front of them.

Someone ties a bit of green
cloth around the end of Nada's bed.

Men are praying in the mosque
with karans in their hands.

Shaka and Ace are leading
the men at the mosque.

A small silver balls
passed to Nada's mother.

She dips some of the clear liquid on her
fingertips and wets Nada's lips with it.

Sobing, she looks down at
her son, then up towards the sky.

Her headscarf off,

hind washes her face in front of
the bathroom mirror in the hospital.

She washes her forearms carefully as well.

Now she's praying alone in the mosque.

She tilts her head behind
eight chorro once as she prays.

Ace watches Jamila
and use of getting a

snack from a vending
machine at the hospital.

Do you see her bum?

Use of sticks his hand in
the slot, then Ace comes over.

Ace sticks his hand in and
pulls out the can of soft drink.

Use of takes the soft drink, and
Jamila says to him, "Go to grandma.

"He's a strong boy.

He's going to make it.

Jamila puts her hand
on Ace's trembling hand.

Jamila walks off, leaving Ace alone at
the vending machine, fighting back tears.

In the waiting room, for tools napping,
an uncle Sami is reading a book.

A TV on the wall shows a live feed from
Mecca, with record numbers attending hard.

Ace own hinder watching the screen closely.

What is dad was
here? To shark her.

The neurological exam shows
extensive damage to the frontal cortex.

He's unresponsive to
light or painful stimulus,

which after a week, if he had a chance
of recovering, we should be seeing.

We believe it's in the patient's
best interest to remove life support.

I've spoken to his mother about next steps.

She would like your permission
to take her son off the machines.

Do you need someone to translate?

I understand what you are saying, doctor.

You want me to end this young man's life?

This is extremely difficult,
but what Nadir has now?

It's not life, not as we understand it.

But you must understand
our religion forbids it.

It forbids what you ask.

Only Allah Almighty can give life,
and only Allah can take life away.

Thank you.

A doctor leaves.

Shark her looks at Aceh,
who was listening nearby.

Later, Aceh is sitting in a
chair by Nadir's bedside.

Nadir's mother is on the other side
of the bed, holding her son's hand.

Nadir's father never visited
him when he was in jail.

Not once.

But you never gave up on him?

You and your father
brought my son back into the

community when they
turned their backs on you.

And now they cry and pray for getting how
they cursed him when he got into trouble.

I don't want him to die.

I just want him to be that piece.

She kisses Nadir's hand
and holds it to her face.

And Aceh, I can't bear to look.

But all in Aceh, come home.

He's going to check on Baba's plants.

I'm just jumping the shower.

Aceh closes his eyes and
lets out a long weary sigh.

Aceh makes a phone call.

Dad, how soon can you come home?

Muhammad arrives at the
hospital with Aceh, Hind, in Batul.

Thank you for leading our
community in this dark time.

Of course, Shrek, no.

The last and days must have
been difficult, huh? Excuse me.

Muhammad goes in to wear an arteries
and Shrek shakes his head slightly.

Muhammad's talking to the doctor.

But how long can you stay alive like this?

There's no precise limit.

Can be weeks, months, or longer.

And there's nothing you
can do to help him recover.

We just want what's best
for Nadir and his family.

Without life's support,
he will die peacefully.

Muhammad looks at Nadir and his
mother, and considers the doctor's words.

Muhammad says, God have mercy.

Muhammad is walking and talking with Samir.

It was so hard to walk
back in there, seeing Khadija

wilt before my eyes and
being powerless to stop her.

Then don't decide, follow
what your religion says.

Every bed the hospital
uses means a bed that cannot

be used for a patient,
who might actually recover.

You are not head
cleric of hospital results.

There will be hundreds of young men
who drive too fast and may lead that bed.

Not every young man in the city is Muslim.

Why should I put the needs of
our community over everyone else?

Samir replies, that is your role.

I spoke to a friend of mine
in Germany, a specialist.

The boy cannot wait.

Last time you chose to interpret Islam,
they threw a brick through your window.

Is that your advice?

Muhammad is in his garden.

The late afternoon sun cast
dappled light between broad leaves.

He is picking the green winged
leaves and putting them in a bowl.

Deep in fort and racked with
emotion, he stares down at the ground.

Then looks up at the sky.

He looks down at one of the leaves in his
hand, then places it in the plastic bowl.

The lines on Muhammad's
face appear even more tired

as the weight of the
decision bears down on him.

Everyone is praying
around Nada and the hospital

and ace of struggling
to fight back tears.

I'm Jamila wipes away tears.

Peace be upon you in this hard time.

You must not be afraid.

Nada is in peace now.

In the hands of the almighty Creator.

What is life?

Is it the breathing?

The pulsing, heart beat.

What about Shashaka's sons?

Their names will live one for him.

What about Nada Ali Hadizha?

She's alive to me.

So to Nada.

He will not die.

We will carry his name
in our hearts forever.

Nada's mother sobs and looks over into the
other room where Nada and the others are.

The doctor arrives and
everyone hesitates to leave.

Hindenese are a sobbing as people
slowly begin to leave Nada's bedside.

Ace is a mess and the elders
mother are prepared before leaving.

Nada's mother comes back into the room
and sits down where Ace was next to Nada.

Ace arrest his head on
Muhammad's shoulder and

Hinden Batul stand on
the other side of the bed.

Sobbing Hind reaches out and
holds onto one of Nada's fingers.

Batul grabs onto Hinds shoulders
and gently starts pulling her away.

Hinden Batul leaves.

The doctor starts to draw
the curtain around Nada's bed.

If only his mother leaning
over him on one side.

Ace are on the other and Muhammad
is standing at the foot of the bed.

Ace are a Nada's mother
wail against his lifeless body

as the blue curtains are
slowly drawn around them.

The curtains are closed and only part
of Muhammad can be seen for the gap.

Batul, Hinden and the others
are mourning in the waiting room.

Ace are Muhammad come out to
the others and Chuck is the first to rise.

I have made my ruling and I have made mine.

But you ignore a loss. You put
yourself above the Almighty Creator.

You have no idea what you are saying.
You have no idea what you are saying.

The Almighty is also
saying. I am placing a viceroy

on it and I am here as
God's agent to do his work.

God forgive you, Chuck.

I have no idea what you are saying.

I have no idea what you are saying.

He is holding a drink in her other hand.

A day of the accident.

Now they are trying to call me.

I didn't answer his call.

He has a sip of her wine and
Samir puts his hand on her wrist.

He didn't Samir said on
the floor while a wing in grief.

At night, Ais is alone
at the empty truck wash.

He walks along the track where
the automatic rollers clean the trucks.

Ais goes over to the
lockers and opens narders.

He takes out narders purple
water bottle and his hive is first.

A car pulls up and someone gets out.

Ais so close as the locker then
goes outside to see who it is.

It is Jamir there.

They walk closer to
one another and stand in

front of the shed with
the automatic washer.

I thought of anything I could say.

I am the way here.

Thanks for being here.

Her eyes wet with tears.

Jamir smiles then looks
away, lost in thought.

They gaze into each other's eyes.

Then Jamir steps forward and kisses Aisor.

He kisses her back lovingly
and she wraps one arm around

his neck and the other
hand she holds to his cheek.

They separate and gaze at
each other, then Jamir steps back.

Tears in both of their eyes, Jamir leaves.

Mahamad is praying alone in the mosque.

The lights are low and
Mahamad is reading from

an open Quran on a stand
on the red carpet floor.

The light of the Quran is in the dark
and the light of the Quran is in the dark.

Mahamad's eyes are full of tears.

I need to see you.

Please, can you try?

Can you afford to send so much
money to a rock every month?

I thought you would at least have
the decency to be honest with me.

You're an earthquake, but you have
brought nothing but ruin since you arrived.

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