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(Birds chirping)

(Slow rubab music)

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(Haunting flute music)

You sold me to an old man, Father.

You sold me to an old man, Father.

May God destroy your house.

I was your daughter.

(Siren wailing)

Ma'am, you're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say

He needs a transfusion, stat. Clear a path!

OK, patient with blood pressure at 91/40.

Does your mother speak French? Where's your father?

Clear the stairway, please.

Disperse. Go back home.

- Zarmina! - Ma'am! Let us work.

Are you hurt? Are you OK?

Please!

Zarmina, I'm here. I'm here for you.

Come. Stop!

(Slow sombre music)

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My name is Zarmina Latif.

I'm 35 years old.

I was born in Afghanistan.

My father wanted a boy.

I was born a girl.

YOU WILL BE FREE

(Distant vocalizing)

I'm from a country where women are never free.

First, they belong to their fathers

and to their brothers

and then to their husbands.

Women do not exist.

Zarmina.

(Baby fussing)

WARDAK PROVINCE, 2002

Welcome.

- Some sweets for your family. - Thank you.

I've thought about it.

I'll offer you five hectares of my land and $200.

Zaki, you're my friend.

You know that's not enough.

Just yesterday, another man came and offered more.

Do you understand?

Seven hectares of my land

$300

and four of my cows.

That's my final offer.

(Sighs)

Congratulations.

Thank you.

My daughter will make a good wife.

Inshallah.

Don't do this.

You'll ruin our daughter's life.

Quiet.

Leave me alone.

I was forced to marry you at 12 years old.

I don't want her to have my life.

You're not happy?

It's not about me.

It's about our daughter's happiness.

Happiness. What are you talking about?

In two years, she'll finish school.

You know she's brilliant.

What am I supposed to do?

The Americans burned all the poppy fields.

I'm out of work.

Who will feed your children?

God is great.

- God? - We'll manage.

What God are you talking about? Is he going to feed you?

If Zarmina goes to school

she'll get a good job and be able to help us.

You've lost your mind. Leave me alone!

(Retreating footsteps)

(Birds chirping, light chatter)

(Light conversation)

Hello.

Can you put my bread in the oven?

Salima came from Kabul to meet your daughter.

Her brother saw her photo and liked it.

She's a bit thin, but prettier than in her photo.

I told Salima your daughter is at the top of her class.

My daughter is very talented.

Like Zara told you

we're looking for a girl

with good, traditional Afghan values.

Her brother lives in Canada.

Zara told me everything.

Your daughter will stay with us in Kabul until she gets her papers.

But we have one condition.

When your daughter has a daughter

she'll have to marry my older brother's son.

This marriage is a miracle from God.

Hurry.

She's coming.

Take this.

You'll have a good life.

- I'm scared for you. - Don't be.

I lost you yesterday

I lost you yesterday. I'll find you again tomorrow.

Go on. Leave, my daughter, and never come back.

Your father would kill you.

May God watch over you.

(Slow rubab music)

(Engine starting)

I never returned to my village.

When my father found out what my mother did

he burned her face.

My mother did not respect his honor.

She paid dearly for my freedom.

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(Door clicks open)

(Slow sombre music)

(Door clicks)

I brought you some clothes.

I know this is a lot and that it's very hard.

But you're not alone, OK? I'm here.

I don't have any news about Marwa yet or

or Wahid, but

they'll be OK.

Zarmina

Zarmina, look at me.

You're not guilty.

You're not guilty.

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(Baby crying)

(Soft murmurs)

(Soft murmurs)

What? Really?

- It's a boy! - What?

A boy!

(Excited voice on phone)

Congratulations! He's a beautiful boy.

Hakim, brother. God gave you a son.

Talk soon.

(Cooing)

THREE YEARS LATER

(Flowing instrumental music)

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(Muffled traffic din)

It's been a long time.

Are you hungry?

Should I make you something?

I made a Kabuli.

You?

I learned from my mother.

Take off your coat.

Hello!

My name is Nancy.

My name is

Nancy.

Your name is

Anna.

Her name is

Anna.

Anna

is from Cuba.

I

am from Quebec.

Where are you from?

Where are you

from?

(Chuckling)

You're from Ukraine.

Yes.

Yes.

No.

No.

You?

What is your name?

Your name is Zarmina.

Yes?

My name is Zarmina.

I am Afghan.

How

are you, Hakim?

How are you, Hakim?

My name is Zarmina.

Wait until she makes you repeat "shopping mall."

Shopping mall.

What?

It's a place where you can buy everything, like in the American movies.

It's huge.

Shopping mall.

Shopping mall.

(Repeating)

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He has nice eyes.

Eyes?

It's for you.

For me?

Sheer pira.

Milk fudge, right?

Thank you!

Every day, I discovered my new country.

I had my son. I had Hakim.

And I had Ms. Nancy.

Case number 500-01 188-220-201.

Mrs. Latif, do you have a lawyer?

Camille Carrère, Your Honor, from Legal Aid.

I'll represent the accused.

Following the psychiatric assessment you've received copies of,

my client is fit to stand trial.

In the present circumstances,

we'll face the charge of attempted murder of her son, Wahid Latif,

to which we plead "not guilty."

I understand the accused will have bail conditions?

Yes, Your Honor.

She is forbidden from having any direct or indirect contact with her son.

Marwa is doing well.

She's out of the hospital. I took her in while you were here.

Wahid?

He's not out of the woods, but he's hanging on.

(Beeping)

(Screeching creak)

(Laughter, ball thumping)

Go, go!

Come on!

(Laughter)

Hey.

Are you sure you want to go inside?

Yes.

(Keys jingle)

(Sighs)

(Lock clicks)

No one came to clean up?

You can't stay here.

Pack a suitcase, and we'll go, OK?

(Ball thumping)

(Sombre music)

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(Ball thumping)

(Thumping continues)

(Thumping continues)

(Distant siren wails)

(Slam)

(Crying)

(Slow music, building vocals)

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Here.

Is Wahid going to die?

No. Of course not.

He'll get better.

Go see your brother for me.

No.

I'm not allowed, but you are.

No, I don't want to see him.

Go tell him I love him.

Please.

No.

(Thunder rumbling)

- Mom? - Zarmina?

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(Alarm beeping)

(Heart rate monitor beeping)

Dirty fucking terrorist!

Let go of me!

Admit you're Taliban! Admit it!

- Admit you killed them all! - I'm not Taliban!

(Crowd shouting)

You're fucking dead!

So, after a history class,

where there was a discussion about September 11

I swear it wasn't me!

things got tense in the classroom, then degenerated in the schoolyard.

As your son knows, we have a zero-tolerance policy for violence.

And what about verbal violence?

Please let me finish, Wahid.

So, I've heard your son's version. I heard his classmate's version too.

- So, you think I'm lying? - Wahid!

Calling me a dirty terrorist isn't violence?

- What do I do? - Wahid!

"Admit you're Taliban."

I'm not in the Taliban. I'm a fucking Afghan!

(Clanking and clacking)

(Distant horn honking)

What happened to you today was unfair.

People mix up Afghans with Talibans.

They're confused.

But you have to forgive them and hold back.

Be careful what you say.

We're immigrants.

We don't want any trouble with the police or school.

Do you understand?

Happy birthday, Marwa

(Singing Happy Birthday in French)

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(Clapping)

Blow them out!

I want to make a wish.

I want

I want to be a doctor.

(Blowing)

(Clapping)

You don't understand.

Marwa has to marry my nephew so he can live here.

That was the deal.

Well, you have to find a way

to tell your brother the deal is off.

I can't do that.

He paid for everything.

My immigration was very expensive.

I wouldn't be in Canada if it wasn't for him.

(Bed creaking)

Your brother loves you.

You're the only one who can have this wedding called off.

Marwa won't marry his son.

You think this is my fault?

Your mother arranged it all.

It's her fault, not mine.

Don't talk about my mother that way.

She did it to save my life.

And if your brother won't call off the wedding,

Marwa will suffer the consequences.

Do you understand that?

(Heavy breathing)

(Bed creaking)

(Blankets rustling)

(Seagulls squawking)

It was a very difficult period.

The Taliban had just lost power.

We were poor.

Because I was the oldest

my father sold me so he could feed us.

Mom

But I ran away.

Your grandmother found me another husband.

Dad?

And

And?

In exchange for marrying your father

she promised

that you would marry your cousin.

What cousin?

Jawad.

From Kabul?

(Crashing, metallic squealing)

Your mother sold me like your father sold you!

Listen to me.

We're going to Afghanistan to call off the wedding.

Have a nice trip!

Marwa!

(Sombre Middle Eastern music)

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(Crowd din)

These are the best kebabs in Kabul.

They don't make them like this in Canada.

How are the kebabs in Canada?

They're good.

(Sizzling)

Isn't my son handsome?

Yes, very handsome.

(Coughing)

Don't stand too close.

You're not used to it.

(Crowd talking)

(Cutlery clinking)

(Rumbling)

- Cigarette? - No, thanks. I quit.

There's a lighter in the glove compartment.

How's life in Canada?

It's not bad.

Thank the lord.

Tell me

weren't you supposed to come next year?

I thought it was time Wahid

met his family.

I'm glad you came.

We'll see each other twice!

(Distant dog barking)

(Goats bleating)

(Sighing)

See over there?

Yeah.

That's where your grandfather was born.

Really?

Don't you think he looks like him?

He was as tall as you.

You have the same courage in your eyes.

Your grandfather worked hard for us.

He always wanted the best for us.

One day, we left everything behind and went to Kabul

with our sisters, our brothers,

our uncles, aunts, cousins.

And war broke out.

Your grandfather fought, first against the Russians

then in a civil war

then against the Taliban.

He was so tired of fighting

that one morning, he didn't wake up.

May he rest in peace.

(Distant goat bleating)

One day, you'll return to serve your country.

Your roots are here.

Don't ever forget it.

(Distant dog barking)

Your son has become a man.

I was the one to say the adhan when you were born.

Really?

(Grunting, sighing)

Time really flies.

Soon, Marwa and Jawad will be married.

Right, Hakim?

Yes.

And it will be a happy marriage.

(Birds chirping)

See, Wahid, that's family.

(Knocking)

(Knocking)

(Clacking)

My dear mother

(Sobbing, sniffling)

My dear daughter.

(Sniffling)

(Groaning, sobbing)

(Engine starting)

Would you like anything, Hakim?

No thanks. I'll be back.

Hakim, buddy! What are you doing here?

Hello, my friend.

- Hi, Hakim! How are you? - Great, thanks.

Long time, no see.

- Come meet my son. - Your son?

Wahid!

Wahid. Come here, Son!

(Pouring)

(Clanking)

For your children. Dried blackberries.

Thank you.

For you.

It's too much.

(Paper crinkling)

My love.

So handsome.

My granddaughter.

She's smart, like you.

(Sighing)

Don't worry.

I know what Hakim is capable of.

He'll have the wedding called off.

No, sweetie.

(Sombre instrumental music)

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May God forgive your father.

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(Explosion)

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(Shrieking)

Hakim!

Hakim!

(Pained wailing)

(Screaming)

Abdullah?

A curse!

A curse!

The Taliban can rot in Hell! They killed my brother!

They killed my little brother.

Hakim!

- My little brother. - Hakim, Hakim!

(Wailing, sobbing)

(Screaming in other language)

(Sobbing, wailing)

(Gentle sobbing)

Hakim...

(Sad Middle Eastern music)

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(Soft sob)

(Deep exhale)

(Sombre instrumental music)

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(Soft sobbing)

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(Birds chirping)

(Exhaling)

(Sighing)

(Sniffling)

(Birds singing)

We're devastated by your father's death.

May God grant us patience.

(Birds singing)

Do you know why God created man?

Because we're stronger than women.

God decides who lives and who dies.

After the year of mourning for your father

Marwa will marry Jawad.

It's what your father would have wanted.

It's up to you

to honor his word.

(Birds chirping)

It's up to you now

to take care of your mother and sister.

Jawad will join you soon.

Come, let's eat.

Come.

(Sombre instrumental music)

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Zarmina.

Don't forget.

You owe us your freedom.

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(Gulping)

(City din)

(Chopping)

(Chopping)

(Clunking)

That's Dad's spot.

It's mine now.

(Shaking)

(Clanking)

(Retreating footsteps)

(Door slamming)

(Clanking)

(Sombre instrumental music)

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(Creaking)

Hello, Salma.

- Is your mother home? - Yes.

Mom?

(Floor creaking)

How are things with the children?

It's hard.

(Heavy sigh)

Your son thinks he's in charge?

(Clanking, rustling)

Dried blackberries.

You shouldn't have.

It's not much.

How is Salma?

Have you found her a husband?

No. We're still looking.

I don't want to insult you

but my brother-in-law is looking for a girl

a pretty young girl like your daughter to marry his son.

The one you had chosen for Marwa?

I've watched your daughter grow.

I know you want her to marry an Afghan.

It's a good family.

And the son is a good man.

Would you like a candy?

(Clattering)

(Lunch room din)

(Laughing)

(Slamming)

Hey, Bin Laden! Move!

Come on!

(Sombre instrumental music)

(Deep exhale)

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(Honking)

(Tires squealing)

(Distant dog barking)

(Birds singing)

(Thudding)

(Sniffling)

What we're going through is hard.

Very hard.

Our life was just turned upside down.

It's hard to lose a father.

(Sniffling)

I know how much you loved him.

And you know how much he loved you.

He always wanted you to be happy.

(Soft kiss)

(Sniffling)

I found a girl to marry your cousin.

Who?

Salma.

You want to break Dad's promise?

I didn't say that.

Yes, you did.

I'm just saying I found another girl.

And I say Marwa will marry Jawad.

Dad promised. He even said it would be a happy marriage.

It's my duty to honor his promise.

Think of your sister.

I don't care! I'm the head of the family now.

It's my duty to have her married.

No, it's your duty to love her.

(Traffic din)

(Low rumbling)

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(Gasp)

How are you?

How are your mother and sister?

How's the weather in Canada?

It's fall. How are you?

Good. We thought about you a lot today.

I made your favorite dish.

Mantu!

Yeah! It was delicious.

And we talked about you a lot.

I can't accept this girl.

We hear all kinds of things about Canadian girls.

I don't know the family.

Marwa must marry Jawad.

Why does your mother want to change the plan?

Does she think we're not good enough?

You're the man of the house. You decide.

Don't you want Jawad to live with you in Canada?

No, it's the opposite. I want him to come.

So it's settled.

Act like an Afghan, a real one.

If Marwa sins,

God grants you the right to punish her.

You have to protect her honor.

Yes, my uncle.

(Crowd din)

(Door creaking)

Let go of me.

Stop talking to that guy.

What are you talking about?

He's a bad influence, and it'll cause problems.

Fuck off, Wahid.

(Metal scraping)

(Hammering)

(Loud echoing hammering)

(Loud construction din)

(Overwhelming roar)

(Construction din stops)

(Panting)

(Metal saw screeching)

Let go of me!

I saw you!

We said no more guys.

(Crash)

(Echoing rumble)

(Echoing crashing)

(Roaring construction din)

(Men shouting)

(Echoing crowd din)

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(Echoing crowd din)

(Screaming)

(Tires screech)

(Door lock clicking)

You're late.

Where's Mom?

What's your problem? What's your fucking problem?

You're my problem.

Repeat after me, stupid.

"I'm a stupid little girl who only thinks of herself.

I'm a stupid little girl who only thinks of herself!"

- Stop it! - Dad died because of you!

You killed him!

You killed Dad!

Wahid!

I'm scared, Mom.

I don't want to get married.

(Crowd din)

It can't go on like this.

I can't.

I know it's not easy, but you have no choice.

Wahid might be the man of the house now,

but that doesn't give him the right to be violent.

My son isn't violent. He's not a monster!

No, he's not a monster, but he needs help.

I'm scared for you.

Zarmina!

Zarmina, wait! Zarmina!

I can't turn in my son.

I understand.

No, you don't. You don't have children.

You don't understand a thing.

If my daughter refuses to marry her cousin,

my brother-in-law will kill my mother.

OK?

I'm sorry.

No, stop it.

If anyone's in the wrong here, it's me, not you. OK?

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(Knocking)

What is this?

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Who is she?

This is going too far.

Who is she?

Abdullah wants to check your honor.

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To be sure you're still a girl.

No, Wahid. I've done nothing wrong.

- Please. Mom! - If you're hiding something, say it.

Let go of me!

Let go!

Hello, Nancy?

I'm not a virgin anymore!

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- Mom! - You destroyed our family.

You destroyed our family!

Let go!

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Mom!

(Screaming)

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(Echoing ringing)

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(Silence)

(Silence)

(Silence)

(Knocking)

Yes?

Hello. Is Mrs. Latif here?

Yes.

Can we come in?

Yes.

Mrs. Latif, I'm sorry to tell you your son has died.

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I'm sorry.

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I have to proceed with your arrest.

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You're charged with the second-degree murder

of your son, Wahid Latif.

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You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you.

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We waive the reading of the charges and plead not guilty.

Given the circumstances, we request the accused be held in custody.

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(Van door sliding)

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(Engine revving)

We're working hard to get you out of here while we await trial.

I want to go back to Afghanistan.

My son must rest with his father.

I'll bring him.

You're in prison, Zarmina.

You're accused of murder. Do you understand that?

You can't leave.

I don't want my mother to die.

I don't!

I'm afraid my brother-in-law will kill my mother!

Calm down.

I want to go back to Afghanistan.

I know.

I want to go back to Afghanistan.

Let me go back to Afghanistan! Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go back to Afghanistan.

Let me go back to Afghanistan.

Let me go.

I want to go to Afghanistan.

Hey! Easy!

- I want to go. - I'm here. I'll be here.

Let go of me.

Let go of me!

How is she?

Not great.

(Deep breath)

(Door rattling)

Follow me.

This way, Mrs. Latif.

You're already connected.

Zarmina, is that you?

Mom.

Listen to me.

Marwa told me everything.

Don't come back here.

You know what will happen.

I'll die if anything happens to you.

Don't worry about me.

I've lived my life.

It was sad and hard, but it was my life.

I wanted you to be free.

And I want my granddaughter to be free.

To chase her dreams.

To have the right to love.

It will have given my life and my death meaning.

No, Mom. I don't want you to die.

My daughter

Promise me you'll never come back to Afghanistan.

Never. Do you understand?

(Dial tone)

(Door clunks shut)

Ah.

If I get permission,

would you like to see your son?

(Clunking)

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I made the journey one last time with my son.

My son.

He's dead forever.

In killing him

I died too.

I don't know if someday

I'll be able to forgive myself.

(Doors clattering)

The night I did it

I couldn't hear anything anymore.

I couldn't see my son.

I saw violence.

I killed violence.

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I grew up in a country where laughing or singing on the street

was forbidden.

I saw women die.

I saw the gun over my mother's head.

I'm scared every second.

I don't speak.

Afghan women never speak, ever.

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My name is Zarmina Latif.

I'm 35 years old.

I was born in Afghanistan.

My son is dead.

My daughter is free.

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In 2010, a young martyr-poet known as Zarmina

self-immolated after her brothers beat her for writing a love poem,

which is officially forbidden in Afghanistan.

This is what she wrote before taking her own life:

"I scream, but you don't answer.

One day, you'll look for me, but I will have left this earth."

This film is dedicated to her.

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YOU WILL BE FREE

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