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Send your greetings to me
with the trains you'll see.

They are all coming to me.

Manisa Karaagaçli...
This must be the place.

Wake the girl, we have arrived.

- What if they say something?
- There's always the train back.

Come on.

Wake up, sweetheart.
We've just arrived.

Goodbye then.

God is the greatest!

In the name of God, the merciful,
the compassionate.

I bear witness that Muhammad
is the Messenger of God

Necip!

Get up!
A man's singing the call to prayer.

- Adam, come here.
- Dear God...

You were supposed to get me
up for sahur so I could fast.

Who's that?

God is the greatest!

There is no god except Allah!

- Selamun aleykum.
- Aleykum selam.

What's going on?
Who sang the call to prayer?

Hodja, didn't Hasan Tilki tell you?

He did. You said I shouldn't come
because of the child.

- So why are you here then?
- Have you found an imam?

No, but...

You were going to give
me food and money...

I was going to be your imam.

Well, that's what we had in mind but...

But there is a child
and you can't feed another mouth.

Well, Ramadan's here.

You can see what our circumstances are like.

All right. The child can share my food
and her mother's bread.

No way. For one thing,
we already said no.

Don't try getting our sympathy now.

It's outrageous!
You get on a train and come here.

A child at this age
would eat you out of house and home.

She can share my food.

I won't let her be a burden on you.

I'll give her some of mine too.

Come with me, sweetheart.

Let's give him the fare
and be done with him.

Resat, stop banging on, will you?

- Ömer, get the Hodja's place ready.
- OK, boss.

There, you have the infidel's approval too.

Hodja, you're eating with us today.

Thanks, but if you have a
mouthful to spare, send it round.

I don't want to be going from
house to house disturbing people.

It's up to you, Hodja.
This way.

Adam, you come with me.

It's dark here.
Careful or you'll trip and fall.

- Selamun aleykum.
- Aleykum selam.

- Hasan Tilki, you know what Resat says?
- What's that?

You pulled off another masterpiece.

What masterpiece?

The imam's turned up.
You must have sent him.

Is he here? Good.

Though I did tell him not to bring his family.

I said they wouldn't be welcome here.
But I guess...

But you said bring them along anyway.

Otherwise what would they be doing here?

Would I say that? It's not true.

Give me the job.
I'll race through teravih prayers for you.

Hey, come on! Out of here!

The imam from last year's prayer beads.

Turns out he went to business college.
He had us all fooled.

Children! The hodja left hours ago.
Now hurry!

Not so fast though you may fall!

Just look at those kids
scurrying about the place!

The imam looks kind of old.
His wife's so young too.

Emine, come here.

What's his wife like?
Is she a chatterbox?

She's only just arrived.
No chance to talk.

What a way to arrive!

Hearing that call to pray
gave me goose bumps.

I can't get the sound
out of my head.

It's like someone singing a
sad song up on the pergola.

That poor woman and the little girl
were huddled there watching him...

I hope she's a real laugh at least.

A belly dancer is what you need.

Just when we thought
school was over...

Girls will sit at the back.

- Hello.
- Thank you.

My name's Hasan, Hasan Çapar...

come here for a month
at God's command.

Don't believe it.
He turned up all by himself.

We'll meet twice a day,
in the morning, in the afternoon.

Now, tell me your name and surname.

Let's start with the boys.

After creating the world,
God chose one living thing to be master of it...

and he created Adam,
the father of man.

Then from Adam's left rib,
he created Eve, the mother of man.

Collapsing!

Adam! Mum's calling you.
Your cow says hello.

You're so lucky
not having an aunt.

I've been carrying milk
since the day I was born.

Let's start the game again.

- Shall we leave it here?
- Yes, leave it there.

Mum, did you only have
me so I'd fetch the milk?

Are you crazy? I had you so you'd fetch the milk,
call your dad...

send food to the neighbours
and do a million other things besides.

I forgot. I also had you so
you'd call over the imam's wife.

Give her a shout on your way.

Love of my life!

If I could rescue you from this wilderness
and send you to a decent school...

Once that boy marries,
his wife won't have a moment's peace.

He'll be hassling her non-stop.

- My mum's calling you.
- Go.

Here, they're coming. Come and join us.
Is the Hodja comfortable?

We had no idea you were coming.
That's why things are a mess.

He's fine, sister. It doesn't matter.

Come on, honey.

Wait, sweetie.
Take those sandals off.

It gets hot here, but the weather's
lovely and quite breezy.

- Have you managed to rest at least?
- Yes, thanks.

Isn't she shy!

Come here, sweetie.

My little Adam's here!

Welcome!

If you didn't come to fetch the milk,
I'd never see you.

Let me have them for a day, won't you?

They're not ordinary partridges.

- They're all men.
- Sure, of course they are.

You don't believe me?

Cabbar!

Didn't I turn you into a partridge
and stuff you in this cage?

- Did you hear?
- Yes.

He went, "tick-tick-tick.".

No. He clucked-clucked a "Yes".

If you know how to listen...

- Now drink this.
- I'm fasting.

Bless you!

Come on! Hurry up!

Cover your face and nose.
Otherwise you'll suffocate.

OK.

Ömer...
Musa...

Resat, you go along too.

- That's the lot of us.
- I'll go too.

That's four of us.

Necip's on duty.
It's not as if I can go.

- I'm on duty too, boss.
- It's okay.

- I can look after the carriages.
- No, that won't work.

If things get stolen,
I'm the one who's answerable.

The sergeant knows it.

That guard was you, right?
Come on, climb in.

It's boss's orders.

The imam can go.

Get in or I'll slap handcuffs on you.

Is this what I asked you for?
Give that here.

Hodja, don't you go.

In the name of God,
the Merciful...

Hacer, get up!

Didn't I tell you to go home already?

Münevver, you have any cologne?

What happened to you?

Didn't you see what happened?
The imam hissed like a snake.

I'm okay. I just blacked out.

Let's get you home.
Lie down for a bit.

Careful now!

Here, sweetheart.

There's something behind this.
That's for sure.

Stop making gossip.

She's upset about her
husband going off to the fire.

Why did you have to keep
bitching at the sergeant?

He's dropped us that far, thanks to you.

Shut up, will you?
I'm frazzled as it is.

Then frazzle and let's be rid of you.

Look at Bekir.
Have you heard a squeak out of him?

Does anyone know why we're born?

Go on.

- To fast, Hodja.
- Good. Anything else?

Go on.

- To fetch milk.
- What milk?

Every other day,
Mum sends me to Auntie to fetch milk.

Yes.

To do as your parents say is
as good a deed as praying.

Can we do it instead of fasting?

- Have you stopped feeling dizzy?
- Yes.

Does it happen often?

No. I suddenly lost all my strength.

You're tired.
It happens to me as well.

- Are your classes over?
- Yes.

Is this the first time you've seen trains?

Never been in one?

Is it the first time you've heard a train whistle?

- Thank you.
- I've even driven a train.

Forget all the noise it makes.
It's much quieter inside.

Where did you come from?

From Umutlu.
We came on the train.

Is there a station there?

People must get bored
where there aren't any trains.

I feel sorry for the kids in the village
where my granddad lives.

Come and have a look.

- Adam, are you going to show her the trains?
- Yeah.

Okay, go on then.

Don't worry.

They'll scrabble about like chickens,
but they will come back.

Look at the bumpers.

They're freight wagons.

Raining blessings from heaven.

Here, you got soaked.

What are you gossiping about?

She's been snooping
around the imam's house.

Give me a break!

Last night I noticed these
noises coming from inside.

- It's on your way, right?
- Hey, stop it. Well?

But it wasn't voices.
I couldn't stop myself and stuck my ear to the door.

The imam was reading the Koran.

Hacer and the girl were sitting in the corner,
staring at him like he was a lion out hunting.

So she spied as well!

What did you expect the
imam to be reading?

Then the imam said something.
You should have seen Hacer jump.

No one's that scared of their husband like that.

Maybe she's an orphan.

It's easy to be scared of everything
when you're all on your own.

Don't worry.
She'll get used to it.

All she needs to do is watch us.

- Is Fatma at home?
- Yes, she is. Come in.

Military train is here. Come on!
It won't stay long.

I'm definitely going to get
one of those army knives.

Here.

The soldiers gave them to us.

Why's your dad angry with you?

- How old are you?
- Six.

- Looks like you get along well.
- I'm teaching her about trains.

- Where's your mother?
- At home.

- I asked her.
- Her mum's at home too.

We're going to go fishing.

I'm late for class!

Here, come with me.

Adam, collect up the books.

Sit down.

If I'm heavier than the balance shows...

this lever will slide down, right?

The opposite happens at the Place of Judgement.

The side that's heavier, tips up.

And everyone waiting there, gets to see.

People whose good deeds weigh heavier,
will float over the crowd to heaven.

But there'll be so few people bound for heaven...

the angels of torment will have to order the
waiting sinners into line with red-hot pokers.

The sinful will repent of
their sins time and again,

but their repentance will not
be accepted by the Creator.

Come on! The man's expecting us for tea.

It's almost time for teravih.

Look at the poor girl.

Come on! Quick!

I wonder how he behaves at home.

I hope he gets a rock in the head!

Poor girl dropped her sandals
but he doesn't care.

Adam, I can see you!

The brute!
Give this to Fatma.

- Selamun aleykum.
- Aleykum selam.

- Welcome.
- Don't get up.

Hodja, why don't you break
your fast with us here?

As you know,
we came here of our own accord.

We don't want to be a burden on you.

No, you don't.

Here.

Look, not like that.

- Selamun aleykum.
- Aleykum selam.

Welcome, Resat.

Isn't the boss around?

That infidel might be
passed out somewhere.

Don't say that.
No one knows anyone on the inside.

Don't take it serious.
Just pulling each other's leg.

We actually love him.

He's right. An imam on the outside,
a devil on the inside.

Medet! Gülten! I can see you.

The imam does everything
he can to hurt Hacer.

Who's made that up?

It's not made up.
Look at the state of the woman.

See how she passed out
when they first got here?

And just look at the child!

Poor thing.

Everyone's suddenly acting like Resat.

All the persecution, the torture
and insults of the infidels...

bolstered his soul like buttresses of iron.

He kept uttering the words,
"Allah!" until there was nothing left of him.

And to the amazement of the infidels,
he gave up his soul.

What's up, sweetheart?

You want to go inside?

Come on then.

...whereupon he rose like a
radiant light into the heavens.

- Selamun aleykum.
- Aleykum selam.

She was waiting outside.
I guess she wanted to join in.

Why do you not follow the path of righteousness?

Why do you not follow the path of righteousness?

Louder! Louder!

Why do you lack commitment to prayer?

Why do you lack commitment to prayer?

I brought you something for iftar.

- Thanks.
- Are you OK?

- I'm fine.
- You're sweating all over.

No, I'm OK, thanks.

You come here.

Does your mother know you're here?

- Hodja, can I ask you something?
- Go ahead.

- Say you committed a sin...
- Yes?

For example, you didn't get up for sahur
and you didn't fast.

- Go on.
- If you repented later, would God forgive you?

If you repent from the heart,
he forgives everything.

But you have to fast 61 days
for every day of fasting you miss.

Come with me.

Mum's in for it.

It'll burn like that;
you should stir it on the bottom.

You stir, if you're that good at it.

OK.

It's a disaster if you don't stir it.

Mum, we're going to die.

They'll wash our bodies with warm water,

strap up our jaws
and tie our big toes together,

hold funeral prayers for us...

then they'll stick us in a hole in the ground,

throw earth on top of us and leave.

Down in the hole we'll hear them walking away.

When we try to look up,
our heads will bump into the slats laid over us.

The imam will whisper from up above,
"You're dead!"

Then the angels will fire questions at us.

If we have enough good deeds,
our grave will grow 40 elbows longer,

and we'll get a view of heaven.

But if we've committed too many sins,
it will shrink by 40 elbows,

and we'll suffer pain like living bodies,

and have a view of hell while
we wait for Judgement Day.

That's given me goosebumps.

What's got into the boy?

What's the matter, Adam?

What's up?

I've got a question,
if you promise not to tell anyone.

It's a deal.
I know how to keep a secret.

- I think Mum isn't fasting.
- How do you mean?

I saw her drinking water.

Come with me.

Sit down.

When God created woman,
he gave her certain organs.

He made man differently.

Because of the way they were created,

women have certain illnesses.

They bleed for a few days every month.

On those days, it's forbidden for them to fast.

- Is my mum ill?
- No, not like that.

God made women so they could have children.

That's why they bleed.
We don't see it.

- All women?
- Yes, all women.

- Does Munevver bleed too?
- Yes.

Hacer?

As good as brand new.
It just needs taking in a little.

You're so gorgeous.
Couldn't you find someone better looking?

What she means is someone like Ömer?

He may be a bit of an oaf,
but he's an attractive man.

If he knew how to have a good time,

I'd have no interest in going to heaven.

Mine's like an English lord.

The way he sweeps along makes everything
that breathes want to bow down in front of him.

Come over here.

- Goodbye then.
- Goodbye.

God give you patience!

What did you say to them?

Nothing, I swear.

So, why do they look at
me like I'm a crusader?

I swear on my daughter's life,
I didn't say anything.

You left my bag here.

Suppose they'd towed the wagon away?

No, they left that wagon behind as a gift.

- How are you doing, Musa?
- Fine thanks, boss. You?

Fine.

Don't you come to Friday prayers
just once during Ramadan?

Your good deeds will
count as mine anyway.

The women don't have
a good word to say about the imam.

Now you're talking sense.

- Selamun aleykum, Hodja.
- Aleykum selam.

If we fasted for 12 months of the year,
it would still be useless.

That's your Islam for you.
You breed tyrants.

And what does he want
from that waif of a girl?

If we'd realised what he was like
when he got here, we'd have sent him back.

Come on. Let's go!

Don't overdo it now.

At least choose your words more carefully.

May God's peace,
compassion and mercy be with you.

Dear congregation,
a person should help his neighbours and family.

Our neighbours are closest to us in this world...

so they'll be with us in the next.

Almighty God...

Dear congregation...

Did you know there are certain Muslims...

who worship the Creator
as if they have no flesh of their own?

These Muslims spurn all worldly possessions.

These Muslims disregard their own flesh,
and worship God...

and shoulder burdens
that others have walked away from?

They are ostracised by everyone.

I know such a Muslim.

I know a Muslim who has lost his job,
his friends, his home.

Married a woman who had been
deceived and cursed by her parents,

a woman heavy with child.

He saw to it that the child had life
and came into the world.

Somehow he looked after her...

fed her, and he continues to feed her.

Now he's taken a job as the imam at
a small station to make ends meet.

The people at the station turn their backs on him.

But he's had enough experience in life
to be able to recognise people by their backs.

And he's used to galling peace and quiet.

So there you are.

You won't make such a deal
about picking an imam in future.

Even I can do when it comes to leading prayers.

Allah is the greatest!

- Did you hear about the Hodja's sermon?
- No.

- Ever treated you badly?
- What?

- I said, have I ever treated you badly?
- Never.

Until now I've always tried to keep it quiet.

Then I get here and they force it out of me.

But there's something I don't understand:

they're still angry with me.

- Are you angry too?
- No.

I took you under my wing
for the love of God.

God willing, that's how he sees it.

If it is God's will.

Come here.
Climb in.

You're cold.

- Mum...
- Yes, sweetheart?

- Did you bleed a lot?
- What do you mean?

The day you weren't fasting.
I mean then.

So where did you see me not fasting?

In the kitchen.
I thought you'd go to hell, so I asked the imam.

And he said you were bleeding.

You silly ass!
Back to bed with you, quick!

So you thought I'd go to hell?

That's OK. You could have
taken me to heaven with you.

But I was going to catch fish for you.

When the fishberry arrives in town,
I'll send your father to get some.

Don't die before me, will you, Mum?

Sweetheart...

God keep me from seeing you suffer.

Hacer, open the door.

- Aren't you going to ask us in?
- Come in.

Food for iftar.

Just ignore everyone.
What's done is done.

Thank God for the imam.

And we were full of false
accusations against him.

Fine, but you feel like saying:
treasure her now you've married her.

Don't keep her locked up at home.

A rose like her doesn't deserve that,
and there's the little girl.

Tell us what really happened.

There was a boy my age in the village.

We fell madly in love.

Then one day...

right by the house...

Oh God, it was just ignorance.

My father saw us.

He just walked off.
I was left there all on my own.

My father did everything he could to hurt me.

Then the imam arrived in the village.

He moved into the house next door.

He saw everything my father did to me.

And, he married me when I was pregnant,
for the sake of doing good.

When people in the village started talking,
we moved to another village.

Then from there to another village.

And then another one.

Now?

He has one half of the house,
Fatma and I the other.

Does he rub it in,
the favour he's done you?

No.

He's never mentioned it.

Not even once.

I've got the knife.
Come and see.

Where's this knife then?

Did they give you the knife?

Are you crazy?
It's not chocolate, is it?

So how did you get it?

I got on the train
and there was this jet black soldier.

It's mine!

I jumped off the train by the switch points.

Didn't he fire his gun?

I kept my head down.
He couldn't see me.

The imam's not your real dad.

- Who's your real dad?
- How should she know?

- Don't you know?
- My dad's at home.

If you ask a question like that again,
the knife goes right in you!

Hodja, it's our turn to have iftar tonight.

Come and join us...

or everybody will turn up at your place
to break the fast.

Let's see.

- Adam's very fond of you.
- I'm very fond of him too.

May God have him
grow up with parents.

God willing...
From now on.

Can you keep a secret?

I guess you told Adam you could.

I can, but if it's a secret
someone else knows...

You can't always tell with people,
as you know.

Only two other people know.

One's my husband.
The other's his sister.

The woman Adam fetches milk from.

God chose not to give me children.

Or rather, we didn't leave it to God.

There's not a doctor I haven't seen
in Adana, Ankara...

You know my other half.

He's not the sort to divorce or have mistresses.

So Adam?

Well, just another orphan...

He was found swaddled
in a mosque courtyard.

My husband's sister heard about him.

She knew our troubles and asked us.

We said yes.

She did and we called him Adam.

May God give his blessing.

God willing.

But if I was asked on
Judgement Day...

I'd say I gave birth to him myself
and swear on it.

Where have you been, boss?

Here at last.

- Welcome.
- Good evening.

Come and sit down.

It's you!

Bekir, have a seat over there.

How are you, sister?

How do you expect,
with no one to fondle my boobs?

Shame on her!
Did you hear that?

- There you go.
- Thanks, Necip.

What are you trying to do?

- Selamun aleykum.
- Aleykum selam, Hodja.

Come and sit down.

May God acknowledge your fast.

Aren't you breaking the fast, boss?

Well, I have already. Enjoy it.
May God acknowledge your fast.

It's obvious he's...

Ignore it.

What happened with that new
appointment of yours?

How do I know?

No one can talk to your
brother while he's fasting.

You tell him. Adam will be
wasted at those village schools.

You're cold.

The imam's at teravih prayers.

Everyone's there.

- Where's Fatma?
- She's asleep.

She'll be frightened if she wakes up.

Terrified.

You're cold.

Why did you run off and leave me?

Why did you dump me?

I was only a kid.
They'd have killed us.

Bekir, get out of here.

Go away!

I'd rather die.

I can't leave you now.

I want my daughter.
I want you.

I can't leave you now.

Bekir, I can't leave the imam either.

Tell him then.
He wants to get rid of you anyway.

- Fatma's an orphan.
- No.

She has a father, thank goodness.

- She doesn't even know you.
- She can get to know me.

We can be a family like everyone else.

So you can clear off again afterwards, right?

I'd die without you.

I was so in love with you.

I'd have died for you back then.

But it's different now.

My girl has a father.

Her father is me.

Get out of here, Bekir.

Mum, get up.
I've gotsomething to tell you.

Tell me later.

I saw Bekir and Hacer in the corn field.

- Who?
- Bekir and Hacer.

And?

Bekir tried to hug Hacer.
Fatma is his daughter.

He said, "Let's move somewhere else."

She said she couldn't leave the imam.
Hacer cried.

My God! How come we fetch
up with everyone's troubles?

It's just human nature, isn't it?

It was obvious anyway.
Bekir was acting strange.

Oh God, I've got no brain left!

You know what'll happen
if the imam finds out?

Didn't he already know when
he married Hacer?

The bit he doesn't know
about is Bekir.

Oh God, Adam!
What was he doing in the field anyway?

He must have gone to play.

Now look.

Why's it slowing down now?

What's the matter?

Train hit a child!

Clear the table!
Clear some space!

- What's happened to Fatma?
- It's nothing.

- I guess she got her foot stuck.
- Thank God for that.

My sweet!
My child!

Wait, Hacer.
We're fixing a dressing. Calm down.

Out of the way now, sweetheart.

Clean it with hydrogen peroxide first.

Give me that.

Keep still, honey.

Fatma's your daughter, isn't she?

I was just a kid.
I had no idea what to do.

But now she's turned up in my life again
with my daughter.

But she's married now.
She has a lawful husband.

You got yourself in trouble.

Some husband!

Can't you see how he treats her?

He has as much feeling as an iceberg.

But he hasn't dumped her like you did
and he's taken them under his wing.

Under his wing?
That's as far as it goes.

Haven't you heard what people are saying?

It's obvious he wants to get rid of them.

Even if what he's done is good.

How can you take them on?

Suppose the imam says
you can do what you like.

What about them?
Would Hacer forgive you?

I'll talk to her.
If she agrees...

we'll move to Adana together.

Bekir, look...

we took you in
and didn't think bad things about you.

But we wouldn't stop at
sending you packing either.

Right, you wouldn't.

You gave me a bed and the odd plate,
like you did with Hasan Hodja.

I've worked for you here for years.

Otherwise you'd have shown me the door long ago.

If we'd had a palace,
we'd have given you that.

I'm sorry. I don't want to be ungrateful,

but I know what I've been
going through for days on end.

Hasan Hodja will kill you.

Can't you talk to him?

And if Hacer says yes,
what can he do?

What can he do?

Come in.

- Does it hurt?
- Not if I don't move it.

There's no way I can ever go to heaven now.

Then I won't go either.

Can you bring me the knife?

- Don't show anyone though.
- All right.

If I'd had any sense,
would I have left her?

You'd be right to spit in my face.

Have you known me to leave
the station all these years?

Have I made eyes at any of you?

Haven't you seen Fatma?
How she stares at the man wide-eyed?

He hasn't picked her up
or hugged her once.

His marriage to Hacer is only a religious one.

He hasn't been a husband to her!

All he's worried about is getting into heaven.

You've no idea what I've been
through this past month.

My daughter's around me the whole time.

I can't smell her hair.

She looks at me but I can't tell her anything.

OK, it's all my fault.

But I regret what I did.

I want to give them the life they deserve.

The imam would be spared
his sense of shame too.

Dear God...

There's going to be serious bloodshed.

I'm beginning to get nervous myself now.

If we get through this
Ramadan without incident...

I'm at Mecca next year.

I plan to take holiday next Ramadan for a month.

But what do you reckon will happen now?

I'll talk to the imam this evening.

And? He's hardly going to agree.

Sükran's going to talk to Hacer.
Let's see what she says.

We should call the gendarmes.

Your infatuation with imams
lands us in all kinds of trouble every Ramadan.

Yes, that's right!

Come here.

Is your mum at home?

Don't let her see it.

Have a look when
no one's around. OK?

If I gave my Hodja dad something,
would he like me?

Come here, sweetheart.

Boss, you could at least come into
the mosque on such a holy night.

In you go.
Go on.

Don't be surprised if there's
a bloodbath tonight.

I never liked the look of Bekir anyway.

Let him take his family
and clear out of here.

Allah! This name invoke we in beginning...

for this is ever due from us, his servants

Allah! The name which brings to all who call it...

God's present aid, the weight of labour lightening

O God! Shower blessings on Muhammad, our master...

in the number that is in Thy knowledge...

such blessings as may continue
for ever eternal as Thy Kingdom

- Good night.
- Good night.

You stick around for a bit.

Keep the imam busy.

Come with me.
Let's talk.

Don't waste your breath.
It can't work out.

Aren't we going to talk to her?
What'll happen then?

Talk to her,
whatever good it does.

I'm half asleep already.
I'll be off.

Should Necip talk to the imam?

If he finds out by himself,
who know how he reacts.

Besides, Bekir's told everyone.

I don't know.

If a woman says she doesn't know, it means yes.

If the imam doesn't give his blessing...

if he says no, I can't go back to Bekir.

There's no point in talking to the imam
unless that's what you want.

You decide, Hacer.

Look...

If Bekir had come looking for me...

I'd have taken him back the same day.

But it's different now.

Now it's like he's seen my flesh
and wants me back.

Like he ran into me on the street
and wants me back.

If he hadn't seen me,
he wouldn't be interested.

Since you've suffered enough,
maybe God's forgiven you.

Now tell me what you want to do.

Should Necip speak to the imam?

Please forgive me.

Come back to me with my daughter.

- Your daughter?
- Our daughter.

Whenever I think about
not seeing her grow up...

whenever I think you've
suffered because of that man...

it really cuts me up.

You're right, whatever you say.

I can't make up for
what I put you through.

But give me a chance.

What will the imam say?

Necip should talk to the imam.

No sleep for us tonight.

If hodja tries to do anything to her,
we have to run to the rescue.

Emine, keep your ears pricked.
If you hear anything, let us know.

Shout if the man gets aggressive.

Not long till the end of Ramadan now.

Yes, the holy month's almost over.

Hodja, we were wrong to accuse you.

Never mind.

Hodja...

you know Bekir?

He's a good guy actually.

Yes. An outcast like myself.

He hasn't been out of the station
since he got here.

He got himself in trouble some time ago.

He regrets what he did now.

Is anyone blameless in this world?

What he did was seriously bad.

But he's full of regret now.

He fell madly in love with a girl.

Then he dumped her
with the fruit of his passion and cleared off.

And now he wants them back, does he?

The imam's coming.

- Do you have any tea?
- Yes.

God knows, I thought you'd turn up one day.

But I never imagined it would be me coming to you.

I hear you regret what you did.

Yes.

Hodja!

Come!

- This is what you want, isn't it?
- No, it's not!

Get off me!

Just see how dad will love me now.

Wait! Don't do it!

Help! He's going to kill him!

Help!

Help!
He's going to kill him!

Help!

Hodja!

Bekir's dead!

Oh God!

Don't you ever walk out on anyone again!

- What's going on?
- It's OK.

Nothing.
Calm down.

Fetch some water.
The man's about to die of fright.

Hacer, the imam might strangle you in the night.

You see this crowd here?

It's like a desert compared
with the Place of Judgement.

Take good care of Hacer and Fatma.

And don't run away from your sins again.

- Have a good trip.
- Thanks.

It's the end-of-Ramadan.
The day after is a holiday.

A holiday for fasters.

For people old enough
to fast of course.

It's also a holiday for children.
You'll fast when you're older.

We've prayed and fasted
for a whole month.

What do you think
I'm like as a person?

What am I like, Gülten?

You'll go to heaven, Hodja.

Not like that.
I mean, what am I like in this world?

What kind of man am I, Adam?

Cruel when you first arrived.

Then like a saint.
And now sad.

I mean, that's what my mum says.

Are you crazy?
You've made him angry.

You've sinned more than priests
during this Ramadan.

So now it's a choice between hell and hell.

Give me your blessing.

Give me your blessing.

The pains you've taken
can't be rewarded in this world.

If we've been kept from starvation,
it's thanks to you.

Look at me, Hodja.

Just look at me once
and give me your blessing.

Take good care of Fatma.

Come on, don't cry.

Where's that smile?
Your luck's changed now.

It's called 'tears of a bride'.

What's up?

Careful.

My Aunt brought them for me
and I'm bringing them for you.

Where's Bekir?

He's probably gone to get
something for the journey.

Don't suck your thumb again, OK?

OK!

Come on!

- Thanks.
- Take care of yourself.

- Thank you Emine.
- God keep you safe then.

- Thanks.
- Don't forget us.

God keep you safe too.

His belongings are gone.
He's cleared out of the room.

- Where is the man?
- How do I know?

Are you still waiting around for Bekir?

Of course.

He's gone.

He went in the night.

He was sitting on the floor,
reading the Koran.

I opened the door and he looked at me.

But I couldn't tell if he recognised me.

Don't know what to say.

So who's going to tell him?

You don't think the man's acting funny?

Let me see.

Don't be afraid, sweetheart.
Come with me.

Where are you taking her?

Don't worry.

Be patient.

Come on.

- Where's your mother?
- At Adam's place.

Adam, where are you?

The imam's coming.

Come to me, sweetheart.

What are you looking at?
Keep your eyes to yourself.

I wish you weren't going.

Maybe we won't.

No one stays here.

They're always coming and going.

What about you?

Send your greetings to me
with the trains you'll see.

They are all coming to me.