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I, judge Abdul Rahman Mohsen Attaf,

presiding the Specialized Criminal Court

in Riyadh.

In the presence of legal witnesses,

hereby the undersigned,

we will put into effect the will of the convict

three thousand five hundred seventy-two.

related to the enforcement of his sentence

for committing a murder, and here's his will.

SPECIALIZED CRIMINAL COURT - EXIT

Would you like to say something?

A salute to the Bandars.

It's their third salute. Whose wedding is this?

Why? Is she exclusive to you guys?

The groom is here!

Cover your faces, ladies. Men in the house.

Congratulations!

May they be blessed with wealth and children.

What are you doing here?

Are you crazy?

-Who let you in? -A lady.

How dare you stay with women?

-They asked for me. -It was your sister.

Go on! Get out!

You! Go back inside!

Shame on you!

Mohsen!

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The team has pulled three players, and a front kick.

Show us your game!

A corner penalty! Great kick!

Goal! Well done, bro!

That way!

There! Yes!

You can cut it now!

At 33 minutes into the game...

Who cut the cable?

-Go ahead, fix this. -Come on, move it.

It's the same story again.

Listen, guys!

This time we cut the cable.

Next time, you'll be fined!

Come on! Move it.

-Finally, here you are! -Let's go.

-We take your car? -No.

You look smart.

-Samaher is driving your crazy. -Really?

Did you watch the game?

You should've seen Bader!

He scored a goal!

It was the best goal ever.

Did you really watch it?

-It was offside. -What you're doing now is offside.

Give me my 50!

-Remember when you distracted the Rawafs? -Yes.

I need you to distract Juma'an, till I'm back.

I'll keep him distracted till he drops.

Not always, Mubarak.

You keep asking me for these favors. Spare me.

See you!

-Don't be long. -Shut up.

Tell your dad he owes me 74 Riyals to date.

I don't want him denying it at the end of the month.

Don't forget! 74! How much?

-Forty-seven. -Oh my gosh.

Your dad should've taught math.

Fine. Give me the bag. It's 74.

Get out of here.

Come on! Go!

Hey… wait!

Um Anbar?

She looks retarded.

Hanane?

-Who gave you the doll? -Who else! Daiel!

-Let's make her a dress. -I don't want to.

Don't you like my dresses?

No. I want to color her face and put her with the brides.

Get bread from the grocery, and I'll color the face.

Okay.

-Be quick! -Okay.

Shama!

I had to say hi!

I know you hate this, but your mother keeps answering the phone.

I can't keep buying dolls for your sister, Hanane.

Twenty-five Riyals each.

For you, to select your designs.

From where did you get it?

Look.

What happened?

I cut it while climbing.

Hello. Is it today's bread?

-Yes, it is. -Here.

-It's for free. -Thank you.

Here's your bread.

-Send my best wishes to your mom. -Okay.

-Watch the cars when crossing. -Okay.

The name Hanane suits you better.

They're early.

It must've been a Misyar wedding.

Why whould she attend weddings outside Riyadh?

You already know. Weddings outside Riyadh pay more.

And for Surur's sake, mom won't miss a wedding.

Why do you have to bring up Surur every time we talk?

I didn't bring him up. I only answered your question.

I can't take your jealousy anymore.

The guy is in prison. You should wish him well.

That too?

-You still want him? -He's my cousin.

I didn't forget that,

nor that I want to marry you.

So answer me. Do you still want him?

What's wrong with you?

I wasn't in a position to pick Surur over you.

If you had lived in our alley before, it would've been different.

He's my cousin. Accept that.

We're together for a year now, and you still doubt my choice?

If I had lived in your neighborhood, you wouldn't have chosen him.

But, never mind.

Don't worry.

If you want me, let's get married.

-Is Mubarak back already? -I kept him with the guys.

-Strange! -Shama?

-What brought your mother now? -Shama?

Go now, and we'll…

-No, I'll stay here. -Shama?

Do your thing and come back.

I know he's your nephew.

A single man can't live in a family residence.

I've been asked to talk to you.

I assured them that he'd leave, but he's always there.

He always comes home late, sometimes with his friends.

I don't think you approve of that.

Tell him to be considerate and respect the residents here.

It wasn't just one or two who brought up the matter.

Many people approached me. If you want to sell the flat,

I have a buyer, and the decision is yours.

What will you do?

I'll find him a wife and stop the gossip.

May God be with you.

Don't bother, mother. I'll get you what you want.

-Did you give the pigeons water? -Yes, I did.

We need to talk.

Let me finish what I'm doing first.

Go now. We'll talk later.

When? Your mother keeps answering the phone.

You don't have a mobile, you refuse mine and you won't go out with me.

Go out with you? Have you lost it?

Don't get me wrong!

We can just sit and talk like we're doing here.

-Go now. We'll talk later. -I won't go with that frown on your face.

Shama?

I won't budge.

Don't give me that look.

I want to marry you. I'm here to stay.

I took dinner to Daiel.

He didn't open the door.

Always on about your uncle. Is he marrying my mother?

-You're my suitor. -You know why.

If only your mother stops singing.

Mom is just an excuse.

He wants you to marry his daughter, Jawhara.

Jawhara is like a sister.

No, she's not.

Anyways, Mom and uncle want me to play the organ

at the nobles' wedding.

Don't give me that look. I didn't accept yet.

But you might.

My uncle refused you because of your mom's singing.

Now you want to join the band?

I haven't complained about you going to weddings.

I chose not to.

Really? You know why I attend weddings.

It's the only way to see new dresses and designs.

I need your uncle's approval as well?

You don't need that.

I approve.

I'll open a designer shop for you once I receive my inheritance.

Would you really do that?

I'm giving you all my heart.

And a designer's shop.

Just forget the band and open the roof's door.

Okay. Go now,

and if you really want me, show that enthusiasm to your uncle.

Don't worry.

It's a matter of days.

Don't forget our next date.

I want you to choose what you like.

You keep returning what I get you.

You'll come with me.

You thought that I let go.

And now, here you go again.

Did you learn that from Badrieh and her daughter?

Badrieh's stories worth a fortune.

A nobleman, son of a swordsman,

can't marry a singer's daughter.

Here is your employment letter.

Fill the form and stamp it at the municipality.

I don't want to be a swordsman.

With no qualifications, what will you do? A doctor or an engineer?

I want my grandfather's inheritance to start a small business.

You couldn't manage your allowance, let alone an inheritance.

Here's your father's inheritance.

What will you do with it?

As for the other inheritance,

It's your grandfather's, may he rest in peace.

Your father died before your grandfather.

So legally speaking, I owe you nothing.

On one condition,

If you forget about the singer's daughter.

Only then you can have your father's share.

I'll wait for a decent job.

It's is a real job, like any other.

You're not too young for it.

What? A swordsman?

What's wrong with that?

Each country has its executioners.

You're not the first, nor the last.

You're not the only one.

Think again.

You're executing the will of God.

Your first sentence is to kill your heart.

Don't let the singer's daughter deceive you.

I love Shama, and I want to marry her.

You're cheeky.

Don't talk nonsense. Can't you watch your tongue?

What's wrong with loving and marrying her?

Is that so?

We don't always get what we want.

Listen to me.

The day her cousin gets out of prison, she'll let you go.

Did you call the number that Abu Saleh gave you?

Yes, I did. She'll teach Shama.

We have to buy the organ first.

-I wanted Mohsen's organ. -Why teach me?

Let the Syrian girl go with Mom.

She doesn't want to.

Even if she goes, how much will she take? A thousand or two?

We'll be paying too much. Just learn and help your mother.

The organ is a prerequisite now for all weddings, poor and rich.

I don't want to learn nor go with mom.

Badrieh, talk to her.

I can't force you to sing,

But we can't lose the nobles' wedding.

No way!

I don't want, mom.

Your uncle will handle the Syrian girl. I want you to learn.

She's charging us by the day.

Be serious for once.

You shouldn't have, Mulwa?

I can't leave you for last.

You're not picking up!

I told you to stop singing.

-We've got enough on our plate. -I will sing.

And I won't change my mind.

Always asking for Badrieh!

What? Is she your wife now?

I see you every day.

I also asked for Moshen and the girls.

You didn't ask. I told you.

Forget about Badrieh!

She used you before you married me,

and after her husband died.

-Don't you learn your lesson? -What brought the subject now?

Attacking is the best defense?

I told you. No more singing.

-How many rooms? -It's similar to the first floor.

-Yes. -Three rooms, yes.

As for the bathroom, the plumber will restore it soon.

-What's this? -Go in there! Check the room!

You have till the end of this week.

The residents don't want you here. Pack your things and leave.

Right, but the rent is high and no tenants.

I can deduct 300 Riyals, but I need a quick decision.

-Fine. Don't forget to call Ali. -Okay.

Uncle?

Just because I didn't listen to you.

I don't want you to listen to me anymore.

You're too late.

I want you to be a man.

If you don't follow God's teachings, don't expect them from the others.

Mark my words.

Look for me when you become a real man.

If I don't do what you say, you throw me out, right?

Where would I go?

Why would I care? You don't listen to me. Good luck.

Shame on you! You like bothering me, right?

Why didn't you give them to my boy?

You should pay your debt, not him.

You were late this month, too.

Anything else?

Can I have a bag of ice?

I'll pay you at the end of the month.

Red and juicy!

Watermelon!

Watermelon!

Red and juicy!

Watermelon! Red and juicy!

Watermelon! Red and juicy!

Sweet taste!

Bekheit!

You didn't steal your watermelons or grow them in the sewers.

I've been calling for hours. Watermelon!

I sold nothing.

Suit yourself.

I'll give you ten if you sell them all.

It's up to you.

I'll buy one.

But you have to cut it first, or I'm not buying it.

You wife...

Did you see her before marriage?

I'll take it anyway. Let's hope it's better than my wife.

I'm sure it is.

Khalil?

-Any news about the nobles' wedding? -Still on.

I don't think Badrieh wants to go.

Where's Badrieh's place?

-Go straight! -No, It's backward, in the other alley.

Go!

-Hello. -Hi.

-Marzouk? -Yes?

Go to khalil's before you bring the organ. Ask him to check it.

Okay.

Okay.

Your grandpa was a businessman.

Find some work and forget about your uncle.

Join the band. We have a gig next week.

It's fun. You'll make a lot of money.

-You'll... -It's a patrol car.

-Does Badrieh live here? -Who?

Badrieh.

-No one's here by this name. -She lives here.

Do you know any Badrieh?

Do you know any Badrieh?

He knows a Badrieh, but she moved out a year ago.

We got a call on her last week.

No idea.

Let's go.

Are they still upset from yesterday's wedding?

Monwah turned the girls against us.

Let's hope she doesn't pull them out before the nobles' wedding.

Or we'll be done for.

What?

Are you creating a band?

Girls are saying, at the circumcision of the Bandari's son,

she'll sing with her girls.

And you're still going?

I have to.

No, you don't.

Don't be late!

-Khalil? -Yes?

Hey, Marzouk.

-Hello. -Here's the organ.

Marzouk, why did you buy the organ?

Don't tell me Moshen will play on it?

The nobles won't allow a man into their houses.

My niece Shama will play on it.

Does she know how to play?

She'll be ready and able before the nobles' wedding.

Marzouk! Learn!

Another band is willing to give me a higher commission.

It seems you want to embarrass my cousin and the nobles will fire us.

Khalil, I brought the organ

-just to make you happy. -I'll be happy when Shama plays on it.

-Here's a credit note. -What for?

-It's for Surur. -Yes, Surur. I remembered.

Fine. Thank you. Let Shama play well.

-She will. Stop your nonsense. -Let her play well.

Mubarak, come here!

-Leave this. Give me the drums. -Yes.

Okay. Help me take these inside.

-Let me carry it. -No, I'm fine.

Come on.

-Hello. -Hi.

Did she like the designs?

Yes, she said it's similar to Najwa Karam's dress.

-You nailed it! -What's this?

One of them wants a dress exactly like Pascal's.

-Which one? -The one she wears in concerts.

On LBC! You know?

Yes.

Help me unwrap it.

Hold it tight! We need an extension cable.

I'll get it. Wait.

-Did you show it to Khalil? -Yes.

He talked about getting a new singer.

Why? We bought the organ.

He wants to know if anyone can play it.

You know?

I'll gather some men and we'll visit the boy's father.

He might extend the deadline.

The account of Um Anbar, 370 Riyals.

Account of Abu Jawhara, 230 Riyals.

Anyone else?

There are many.

But I'm sure they'll pay eventually.

Here's Daiel's account.

Daiel is okay.

He'll pay his dues once he turns into a man.

Goodbye.

-Mom? -What?

Hanane told me that her mom got her an organ.

Watch the cable, girl!

I'm going with Samaher to the tailor shop.

Don't be late.

-Mom? -Yes?

Listen.

Shama shouldn't hang out with Samaher.

-What's wrong with her? -I don't want my sister to befriend her.

When Surur gets out, he'll marry Shama,

-and you'll marry Samaher. -What?

No way! Over my dead body.

One week is too much. Only three days.

I need more than three days. Please, be patient.

I'll collect it on the fourth day. Is that okay?

Designer models are more expensive.

Slick old man.

Either you do it, or I go somewhere else.

-Fine. No problem. -I'll leave you the fabric.

Okay. Thank you.

It's out of the question.

We did it once, and look what happened to Moshen.

You want to ruin the band?

The nobles were clear with their demands.

I had no intention to bring her in.

What else will you do? You reduced the girls' pay.

We didn't complain.

You made us sing at weddings every other day.

When our families need us.

But to bring the bad vibes into the band. Listen well.

Using the organ is bad, and we won't accept it.

What you're doing is bad.

Slipping your phone number at weddings.

You turned the girls against me.

Don't make excuses so you can create your own band.

Let's go, girls. See you!

At the circumcision of Fahed, son of the Bandaris. You'll see my band.

I'll be there, not because you asked. I want to share his mother's joy.

Come on, sissy.

Come on. Switch!

You! Come out! Your turn, Ayed.

Play well!

Come on, boys!

Go on! Yes!

-How are you? -I'm good.

He reminds me of Surur's play.

Surur, Badr, and Nawaf were great players.

Yes!

You know?

If you had known Surur, you'd be good friends.

I can't forget that night.

What night?

The night Surur stabbed the boy to death.

How do kids play football in your alley?

I used to live on my Grandpa's farm.

-What happened with the booze? -You're determined.

-Do you want it or not? -Any kind will do.

You're in high demand these days. Just say what you want.

-What's wrong? -You're the wealthiest here.

-Why are you upset? -I'm not.

-Where to? -I have to go.

To meet Samaher?

-Maybe. -Introduce me to her sister.

-Just shut up. -Let's go.

-A car? -No, come with me.

Oh, God!

Let's hope he doesn't wake up and ruin the party.

Thank you. May God bless you.

Hope to repay you soon. Thank you.

How are you? How's your mother? Please, step inside.

Thank you, Um Saad. May God bless you.

I'm sure Saad will give you a grandson soon. Thank you.

Please go in. You're most welcome.

Congratulations!

Hi, Badrieh.

Thank you.

Wish you the best with Shama's future kids.

Please, step inside. Your visit is a blessing!

God bless you, guys!

Put it in the back.

-Hello! -Hi.

-Where's Shama? -She went to the tailor's.

What's wrong?

Why don't you believe me?

The sword is for the show only. It's not what you think.

Juma'an band! Really?

-What aren't you with them? -Because I'm with you, Shama.

Don't lie, Daiel.

Oh, God!

You'll see.

-Hello. -Hi.

Here!

He's Naser, my younger brother. He'll take my place.

He's still young.

He's really good at it.

I don't want him to be slandered.

You know the things we endure. There's a limit to that.

I need some time off. My mom is in the hospital.

Stay with your mom, and you'll get your pay.

-God bless her. -Thank you

Goodbye!

-Are you drunk? -No way. I don't touch that.

-Do I smell? -No. Just move away.

-Will you let her play now? -Fine. I'll ask her to.

Come on, Badrieh. Let's hear it.

I'll call you later.

-See you! -Bye!

You can stop, Badrieh!

That's it. Stop.

Where did you learn how to play?

That's kind of you. I learned at a school.

What school? Science or Literature?

A school back home.

Are you married?

I'm engaged. And you?

I got engaged two days ago to Hassan.

What does Hassan do?

He's a florist, here in Riyadh.

In Al Ulaya region. Do you know it?

I heard about it.

What does your fiancée do?

A swordsman.

What does it mean?

He picks flowers.

You're kidding, right?

A swordsman…

carries out death sentences.

It's nice to have people who rid us from those criminals.

What brought up the subject?

Why do you want to learn the organ?

No.

Hello!

And you too!

You're most welcome.

See you.

Yes. I'm sorry.

We need to stamp the documents and I'll be there with the guy.

Very well.

No. Don't worry.

Very well.

See you. Thank you.

Okay. Give it to me.

It's not real booze.

-Let's first… -You'll get busted.

Who's car is this?

The Syrian's brother. She's such a beautiful girl.

-What Syrian? -She'll give my sister organ lessons.

She's related to our Syrian neighbor, Abu Saleh.

I'll tell them he's here.

I want to check who's more beautiful, she or Samaher?

-Who's that? -I don't know.

-Step out, asshole. -Drive off, he's crazy.

Come here, asshole.

If you show your face here again, I'll hurt you bad.

Your designs don't pay well.

Mom, listen to me.

I don't want the band, nor to play organ.

Listen,

Learn for two days, and we'll leave you alone.

We have to attend the nobles' wedding.

If we don't, and we lose Surur, I'll hold your responsible.

Hello?

Hello, Nada!

Hello.

What?

No, darling.

Who...? What...? No.

She'll go to your place.

No. Don't come here.

No. Choose any room you like.

Do you know another teacher?

Help me out.

Okay.

God bless you.

Someone attacked her.

I hope he rots in hell.

Why the Syrian girl?

God will punish him.

I'll get that.

-Hello! -Hello.

Hello.

Come now. I'll tell you about the Syrian girl.

Hello?

Shama?

That Syrian girl!

Explain this document to me. And no lying, Daiel.

I thought the sword was for Juma'an's band.

No, not Juma'an.

-When I asked for my dad's share. -It's your dad's share?

Is this my handwriting? You know it very well.

It's my uncle's.

Happy now?

I also have booze in the car.

Just waiting to be picked up by the police.

-Really? -Yes, really.

This way, I'll never be a swordsman.

What would I do if they arrest you?

I jump on the roof,

I face my uncle, I send myself to prison.

For what purpose?

Shama, I want to marry you,

against everyone's will.

Daiel.

You'll have my smell on you.

And don't forget me.

If I play the organ at the nobles' wedding,

what will you do?

I'll listen to my uncle.

-So you'll become a swordsman. -No, not that.

When I told my uncle I want to marry the woman I love,

He told me I had to choose.

"Don't be greedy.

Either love or marriage."

I won't forget you.

You're always in my heart.

But marriage...

I don't know, Shama.

I don't mind your mother being a singer.

But I don't want you to follow her steps.

What's wrong with Mom?

She has a mind of her own, unlike you and your uncle.

You know why I play along.

I'm afraid you'll end up marrying his daughter, Jawhara,

and doing his job.

If you choose to be a swordsman, there'll be no us anymore.

I hated Surur because he stabbed a guy in cold blood.

I swear to God,

If I choose to be a swordsman, it will be for one reason only,

to cut Surur's head.

Shama!

Shama!

Hope your prayers are accepted.

Those who hear their names, get in line.

Saud Ghaythan?

Bandar Salamah?

Ibrahim Ata?

Ibrahim Ata?

Masoud Rizk?

Surur Marzouk?

Stand in line there.

Naughty boy. You're here to see Samaher.

What if somebody sees you, what will you do?

-Just leave me alone. -Come here.

Why are you upset?

You're always in a good mood. What's this smell?

Samaher offered me a perfume.

Can I have it?

It's a gift. Of course not.

Don't use it.

Here. What's the problem? What's wrong with you?

It reminds me of Surur.

Why Surur?

Why Surur?

It's the same perfume.

Be kind and use another one, okay?

I have to go.

-The guys are waiting for us. -I'll be back.

Investigations with the suspect in custody

led to charging him with murder,

and stand trial before the criminal court.

The declared sentence

against the charges he's facing

is a death penalty.

The verdict was approved by the criminal and permanent body

of the supreme court.

A decision was taken to carry out the sentence.

On the other hand, the home secretary confirmed that the Saudi government,

is keen on bringing peace and justice to its people.

To carry out God's will on those who attack and kill the innocent.

It's also a warning to those who take matters into their hands.

And God is our witness.

THE HOLY QURAN

I can't think since yesterday.

You don't think of Surur anymore?

I was promised to Surur. It's only normal to help him out.

If I marry Daiel, I'll use my dowry to pay the blood money,

and free Surur.

At least, we get him out.

Daiel is a nice guy, and he loves me.

Shama?

Tell Samaher that Juma'an is waiting for her downstairs.

Strange.

He's supposed to be in Al Sina'iyah. What brought him now?

Why are you lying to her?

I'll tell you something. Promise you won't ask why.

-I don't have money. -I don't want money.

-What do you want? -Promise you won't ask why.

If I manage to put the thread in the needle, I'll promise you.

Shama, I want you to stop seeing Samaher, got it?

What's the story of Surur's perfume?

Yesterday it was in Daiel's car and today in your room?

How can we forget Surur then?

SEAF BUILDING

-Let's put the pigeon here, Surur. -Okay, Shama.

The community here is not happy. It's not the first complaint.

You arrest one, another emerges.

Don't worry. The guys are on it.

They won't leave here before they arrest all the suspects.

Don't worry.

Hey, wait! Here's one of them.

Get him, quickly!

When will they see some sense?

You know, Bakheit,

they will, once they broaden their minds.

Where's your mother?

Inside.

Marzouk. Take care of Surur!

Forget about me, Please. Don't abandon Surur.

Don't pay the checks. Keep them for Surur.

-Move it. -Wait.

-Get back! -All right!

Calm down. It's okay.

-Uncle? -I have to pay Badrieh's bail.

Badrieh is arrested because of me.

I put the checks in her name.

They should've been in my name.

If the checks are in your name,

you'll go to prison.

Badrieh went to prison because she owed money.

And we have money!

It's Surur's blood money.

She'd agree to use it to release him.

How can we go to the nobles' wedding without your mom?

The wedding is tomorrow.

The sentence is close and your mother is in prison.

We either get my mother out, or Surur.

Why don't you talk to the boy's family?

Let them extend the deadline.

Hello?

Hello?

What are we supposed to do now?

You have no wedding singer!

The girls left the band.

The wedding is tonight. Where will I find a wedding singer?

God help us!

Don't forget, Shama. The first songs...

Okay?

What is it?

Shama!

Come on.

You'll ruin the gig. Just relax and come with me.

I know it's your first time and you have to prove yourself.

Shama! "Khbeiti"

Yes! Oh, God!

Oh, yes!

Thank you, Ali. You and Khalil did well.

It was nothing. Knowing your ailment, I insisted on contracting your band.

Princess Noaf spread good words about you to her sisters, and she'll pay you well.

Thank them for their support.

They made it possible for us to save some money.

I forgot to ask. Did Khalil give you your son's blood money?

-What money? -The money we gave Khalil yesterday.

Khalil?

Open the door, you piece of shit!

Khalil?

Here!

I couldn't help it.

If it doesn't release Surur, let's hope it releases Badrieh.

Thank you.

Hello?

Do you still love me, Daiel?

I'm sorry.

I didn't appreciate you.

I will marry you.

Didn't you say…

if I played the organ,

you'll do what your uncle tells you?

I realized I was greedy.

But now, I've chosen to marry you.

I want you, Daiel.

On one condition.

I want you to pay my dowry tonight.

We'll marry tomorrow.

Please, Daiel. By dawn.

I want my dowry in cash, not gold.

In the name of god most gracious and merciful.

Blessings and peace on the most honorable messengers.

I, judge Abdul Rahman Mohsen Attaf,

presiding the Specialized Criminal Court

in Riyadh.

With the presence of the legal witnesses

hereby the undersigned.

We will put into effect the will of the convict

three thousand five hundred seventy-two.

By the name of Surur Ben Marzouk Ben Ouf.

Sentenced with the verdict No...

one, nine, zero, zero, six, zero,

one, one, five, nine.

He will be punished for committing…

a murder, and here's his will.

I put my fate in your hands.

Do you want to add anything, Surur?

Daiel?

Daiel?

What are you doing, Daiel? We're talking about Surur.

Stop! Daiel!

Daiel!

-How are you, Daiel? -I'm okay.

Sit down.

I've requested your presence, hoping you'll forgive the boy!

No. I was clear. Blood for blood.

Forgive him.

They'll cut his head in a few hours.

I want to see him suffer so I can let go.

Thank God.

They have no means of paying the blood money.

The boy has repented.

Please, reconsider.

Come to your senses, and God will compensate you.

DOWRY CHECK

WIFE: SHAMA

-Sign. Yes, she did. -Did the bride sign?

Thank you.

First witness.

Second witness.

-May God bless the couple. -Thank you.

Congratulations!

-Congratulations! -Thank you.

May God bless the couple and their families.

Thank you.

If you can't be with the one you love,

let her be with the one she loves.

Congratulations, Shama.

MOVING COMPANY

Translated by: Nidal Monzer