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THE MAJORITY OF EVENTS IN THIS MOVIE
ARE BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

We have a first timer today.

Introduce yourself, please.

Stand in line.
Please, lady, move to this side.

-My name is Asmaa.
-Come this way, lady.

I'm 45 years old.

My daughter Habiba is in high school,
God bless her heart.

I live with her and with my father.

-Are you Mrs. Asmaa? Follow me.
-Yes.

My father and I are from Banha,
but we came to Cairo a long time ago.

It's so much nicer here.

If anyone asks, don't say anything.

Do you understand? Just keep silent.

I have a decent job, thank God.
I can't complain about my job.

Pardon me.

I'm a bit scared
since it's my first time here.

But I'm glad, because I'm meeting
people like me for the first time.

There you go, Doctor.

What is your condition?

-Are you in any pain?
-She only has virus C, Doctor.

It's not a big deal.
Do you have any other conditions?

Why are you so scared? Don't be scared.
It's a very simple procedure.

I'm not taking my medication.

My immune system is still functioning,
but I have to have a cholecystectomy,

and you are well aware that any surgery…

is a little painful.

Don't worry, sweetie.

The doctor performs this operation,
like, ten times a day.

That's all.

"Who is it that can intercede with Him
except by His permission?"

"He knows their present and their past,
and they cannot comprehend

anything out of His knowledge
except what He wills."

Wait, doctor. I have AIDS.

ASMAA

-Are you finished yet?
-I'm finished, Father.

I'm coming out now.

Habiba. Wake up, Habiba. Come on.

I'm done with the bathroom, Father.

Maybe students' bodies--
The students' bodies--

-Students' bodies reject the vaccine.
-Students' bodies…

Yes, they don't.

That's what I said.
There's nothing wrong with the vaccines,

apart from Germany and Thailand.

-It's obvious that the problem is…
-Breakfast is ready, Father.

-…our children's bodies…
-Come on, Habiba.

…our children's bodies are bad.
They reject the vaccine.

What is this? It's too salty!

…but the vaccine is so good
that it can be exported to Europe.

-We imported the vaccine.
-I'm not going to eat.

-It's imported…
-I'll cook again, Habiba.

-It's supposed to be good.
-Why don't we kill our students?

We should kill them,
because their bodies are garbage.

-No, it's…
-Go to hell, you idiot!

They pretend to really care about people,

but if they even cough,
they seek treatment overseas.

-Yes, sir…
-You're fooling the poor.

We thank you very much.
People, our number is on the screen.

Call us if you want.

We will help you get your rights,
if you can't do it alone.

This is our phone number on the screen.

If I don't get a million phone calls
by tomorrow,

that means our people
deserve what happens to them.

What a weird man!

This isn't good. Are you okay with this?
Do you like this, Iyten?

You made me interview
this Kentucky look-alike!

That's not okay. That's not okay at all.
Why didn't you get me a circus acrobat?

One million people are hospitalized
because of this man's carelessness,

and another million are dying!

Stop bothering me,
I don't need this right now.

You got me such a coward!

If I raised my voice, he stopped talking.

Fine. I'll get you a wolf dog
for the next episode.

Are we getting into an argument, Iyten?
What is it with you? Do what I tell you.

Now, go and check
what's on our schedule today. Go!

Today, we're hosting the singer, Simon,
and tomorrow we're talking about AIDS.

What a bad mistake I made by hiring you.

That's all we need right now, depression!

Fine, but I don't need guests
who want to use the silhouette effect

or voice distortion or anything like that.

I'll interview them naked if I want to.

That's impossible! Those people--

Nothing's impossible.
Convince them, Iyten!

If you can't do it, you're fired,
and you won't be coming back.

You already fired me twice last week, sir.

Mrs. Asmaa, can I have a word with you?

All right, Mr. Rajab.
Wait for me downstairs, Habiba.

What's the matter, Mr. Rajab?

-I'll pay the rent tonight.
-What are you talking about?

Did I ever ask you for that?

I just wanted to talk about Habiba.

Take care of her.

She's like a daughter to me,
and I'm a father to her.

What about Habiba?

She leaves and comes home
late at night. That's not right.

-She doesn't go out at night, Mr. Rajab.
-I know that.

And that's why I'm telling you
to take care of her.

In the name of Allah.

Hello, Mr. Muhammad.
They didn't find the body yet.

Shut up, boy! Behave yourself.

Asmaa!

I'm Sabrine, Asmaa!

Asmaa!

Asmaa!

Asmaa!

NO WOMEN HARASSMENT

-Who was that lady?
-What lady?

The one that was calling you.

She's no one. Sit down.
Sit down here. She's no one.

Are you going to go to class with me?
I'll go alone.

-Don't be long getting home, Habiba.
-You mean late, not long.

I thought you canceled your date.

By the way, Ramadan is here.

I know, but I'm waiting
for her to be gone. She's walking away.

-Go! Go!
-I'll see you later.

Don't be long getting home, Habiba!

FRIENDS OF LIFE ASSOCIATION
THIRD FLOOR

Adel!

I've told you that third floor visitors
should take the stairs.

Okay, ma'am.

-Are you taking your meds, Issam?
-Thank God, Doctor.

I haven't needed help
to go to the restroom in two weeks,

I did leave the house
and I'm back at work.

That's great news!

-Congratulations!
-Come on, people.

We have food and beverages.

Please help yourselves.
We don't want any leftovers.

You can take the leftovers home.

FIGHT AIDS

Asmaa, can I see you
in my office for a second?

There she is. That's Asmaa. Come in.

-Come in.
-How are you?

Hello.

-Hello.
-Sit, sit.

Asmaa, my name is Iyten,
and this is Abdul Wahab.

We are from the talk show Hot Topics.

We heard a lot about you from the doctor,
and we would like to have you on our show.

I told them everything
about your surgery, Asmaa,

and they promised me
that they'll support us

until they find a doctor
who's willing to perform the operation.

That's very nice of you, but I don't know.

I've never considered
going on TV shows before--

Listen, Mrs. Asmaa.

We've managed to find a solution
to almost every case we've handled.

Plus, the doctor said that every surgeon
has refused to perform the operation,

your condition is critical,

-and it's possible, God forbid--
-No, why don't you

jump to the show interview thing?

Why didn't you file a lawsuit

against the doctors
who refused to perform the operation?

Because if she waited
for the court's verdict,

her gallbladder would stop functioning.

And if she files a lawsuit,
then her case will become known.

It'll be all over the news
and everyone will know that she has AIDS.

-I can't go on TV and say that I have--
-Don't worry. Don't worry, Asmaa.

I'll ask them to use a silhouette effect
and voice distortion.

You won't even recognize yourself.

-No, Doctor. That's the problem.
-What problem?

We need real faces this time.

Mr. Muhsen doesn't want
to do a silhouette interview.

We've done it too many times before,
and we don't want to do it again.

No one told me about that.

Don't you know what happens
when we use the silhouette effect?

People fear the person even more.

It will backfire on you, Asmaa.
It will make the stigma worse.

Do you want that?

I don't want certain people
to know about my disease.

We are very pleased to meet you.

Your case could make a huge impact.

Can you imagine what would happen
if you went on TV

and said you've been kicked out
of the operating room?

And that these
so-called highly educated doctors

were afraid to treat you?

You've been given a chance, dear. Take it.

This could be the chance of your life.

I know you have a daughter to raise.

This is my business card,
in case you change your mind.

-Thank you.
-It's a pleasure to meet you.

That's none of your business.
They just want to make some noise.

I've made arrangements
with another TV show.

-Is my condition that critical, Doctor?
-Do you think I'm lying?

You're just fine, so don't worry.

I only said that to intimidate them,
so they speed things up.

Can I have a word with you, Mrs. Asmaa?

I'm sorry, Mr. Shafeek,
but I'm late for work.

-Maybe some other time.
-Goodbye, Asmaa.

That's okay. Maybe next time.

CAIRO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

CAIRO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

Hajjah. Hajjah.

I will be a hajjah when I come back.

-Are you on the Jeddah flight?
-No, I'm going to Hijaz.

Hijaz?

You're going to miss your flight.

Hurry up, we're almost there.

We're almost there.

-Thank God! Thank God!
-Hurry up, lady.

-Help her. God bless you.
-Wait, wait, wait.

God bless you!

-May God bless you with all your wishes.
-Please, pray for my daughter.

-I want her to get married.
-God willing.

Her name is Habiba.
Habiba, daughter of Asmaa.

-I'll keep her in my prayers.
-Pray she gets married soon.

Please pray to God
that she gets married soon.

-Amen. Amen.
-God bless you.

VAULT

Mrs. Afafa wants to see you.

This can't be good.

How are you, Asmaa?
Where are your medical reports?

I couldn't get them,
because going to the hospital

takes a lot of time,
a whole day, Mrs. Afafa.

All right, Asmaa. Take a leave of absence
until you get the reports.

If anyone on the board of directors

checks your file and didn't find
the reports, that could ruin me.

I cannot take a leave of absence.

I need every cent I can get
and you know it.

I hired you at my own risk,
because you promised to get them.

But you've been putting it off
ever since you got the job.

Don't come back
unless you get the reports, okay?

Is it-- Is it…

Is it okay if I get them next month?

She fell down.

Does anybody have some water?

What happened?

Anyway, we won the case.
But after six months,

we found out that the man
who had actually raped her

was her father and not the man
that was wrongfully convicted.

-And what did you do about it?
-Oh my God! Muhsen is home.

Hello, everyone.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Please don't get up. Welcome, everybody.

Yesterday's episode was on fire.
Well done, Muhsen.

Those people have to be exposed.
They're profiting from others' suffering.

Never mind. We're all profiting.

I'm making a living.

Do you think that I'm making
a living because I can sing?

If I did, you would've seen me performing
in Marina in the dead winter by the sea.

We all have installments to pay too, man.

What's this?
Are you going to the office now?

-I'm sorry if I've ruined your dinner.
-Not at all. Don't worry about it.

-They had it coming.
-Do you need anything?

I need a 300,000 pound check.

-What for?
-For the Marassi villa.

-It's the last payment, I swear.
-Oh! That Marassi villa!

-Is it the last one?
-Yes.

-Thank God! Thanks for the reminder.
-It's the last one.

-Don't forget.
-I'll write it at the office.

-Goodbye.
-Bye, honey.

-Now, where were we?
-What's up?

…do you do anything?

Or do you want to be a goodwill ambassador

just to get a diplomatic passport
and a diplomatic visa…

-Thank you so much.
-Thank you so much.

Can we hear your new song
to wrap up our show?

-Or would you prefer to keep it for later?
-I can't-- No, I'll--

I'll sing a famous song of mine.

-All right, let's hear it.
-Okay?

Let's wrap up with you singing.
Go ahead.

I don't want that kind of love
That makes me sad

I don't need a heart that only tells lies

So I won't have her blamed by people

It's not just about a look and a smile
It's not just mere words

There is so much you need to do
If you really want to love me

I don't care that you're tender hearted

I don't care that you're handsome
I don't care that you're tender hearted

I don't care that you're handsome

It's true you're handsome
But I'm beautiful

I don't really care…

Asmaa!

Asmaa!

What is it?
Are you going to sleep in until noon?

Your mother used to wake up very early.

-Come on, Asmaa, I'll give you a lift.
-Why? Do you think I'm crippled?

It's my fault I offered. You don't deserve
to be served, Hosny's daughter!

Thanks, that's very sweet of you, sir.
Do you need a rug?

Come here to check out the new things.
Prices are cheap.

Come here to check out the new things.

Come here to check out the new things.
Prices are cheap.

Come and buy red rugs.
Come and buy brown rugs.

Twenty pounds for large rugs
and ten for small ones. That's dirt cheap.

It's handmade. Come on, lady.

No one shouts out for goods like that.
Are you selling tomatoes?

-Assalamu alaikum.
-Wa alaikum assalam.

-Where is Mr. Atef?
-He sold me his stall.

-Hi.
-My man!

How much is the rug?

Twenty pounds for a big one
and ten for a small one.

-Really? Is it Persian?
-No, it's not.

It's better than the Persians.
I made it myself. See?

-Look!
-Where did you get it?

I'm telling you, I made it myself at home.

-Look at the stitches. Look.
-You're good.

I'll buy everything.
I'll give you ten pounds for each one.

Come and buy fancy rugs.
Come and buy brown rugs.

-I'm talking to you, girl!
-Don't speak to me like that!

Watch your language, girl.
Don't you have respect anyone?

What's the matter, Hajji Sayied?

What do you mean by that?
Are you going to gang up on me?

Don't mind her, man. She's so naive.

Come and buy brown rugs.

Come and buy red rugs.

Come and buy brown rugs.

Be firm, girl. Don't be so soft.

-Can't you see that the line is curved?
-Come on, Father.

It looks like the work of a machine.

Yes. Could you just stop
being so arrogant?

-Father?
-Yes?

Do you know that kid, Musaad?

-Musaad, he's Hajji Awad's son?
-The police officer?

What about him?

-Do you know him?
-Yes, I do. What about him?

Did he make a pass at you?

Look at this.

The line is not curved.

It's not. Look here!

-Kick the ball.
-Come on!

Yaseen!

Come on, Musaad!

-Oh, my God!
-Way to go, Musaad!

-I'll go get the ball.
-No, hold on, hold on.

I'll get it.

-Who's that girl, man?
-That's Asmaa.

She's Mr. Hosny's daughter.

-Aren't you going to thank me?
-No.

Come on, Musaad!

-There you go, boy. It's good. It's good.
-I'm going to score. That's it, that's it.

Way to go, Musaad!

You were flirting with that boy
in front of everyone,

you shameless bitch!

I may be a bitch, but I'm not shameless.

Are you trying to be funny?

I swear to you, he likes me.
He likes me and I know it.

Even if he likes you, it's over.

He won't speak to you again
after what you did,

after you threw yourself at him.
I'm going to kill you.

You just wait.

-Yes?
-Hello, Mr. Hosny.

-What do you want?
-I need to talk to you about something.

Can I come in?

Come in.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

The Board of Freedom,
Mr. Saeed from the coast.

Was there any trouble?

-It's a cold case.
-Don't you have something hot?

They're executing the man
who killed his wife.

Five minutes.

The council state sit-in was dispersed.

-Was it violent?
-No.

Then two minutes. I don't want
that anchor with the quiet voice.

I need someone people can hear.

I bet you've done nothing.

They refused to show their faces.
I tried to--

So you failed to convince them.
I have to do everything myself.

I couldn't care less. To hell with them.

I'm offering them a chance
to beg for money on air.

-Who is this?
-This is Mrs. Asmaa Hosny.

She wants to go on our show
showing her face.

My father bought a cab one day,

and they told him
he had to pay taxes for it.

But he refused and told them
he couldn't afford to pay taxes

because we had no money for food.

He shouted
and even tried to hit the clerk,

but people stopped him and said,
"Why are you so upset?"

"You're paying money to the government,
and it will pay it back to you."

"The government will repay that money
through education and health insurance."

I'm not here to beg, Mr. Muhsen.

I'm sorry about that, madam.

I always get in trouble
because I can't control my tongue.

I'm pleased to meet you.

People have to know that we have
AIDS patients in Arab countries.

They have to be educated on the subject
and know how it is transmitted,

and I think the problem
in the Arab countries

is the inadequacy of media.

This is Asmaa from Algeria.

She was the first woman
to show her face on TV.

-What happened to her?
-Nothing.

People aren't as scared
as they used to be.

They started to treat AIDS patients
just like any other patient,

like with diabetes or high blood pressure.

Do you think
that could happen here, Mr. Muhsen?

Listen, Asmaa…

we have five million people
watching our show every day.

Some people lost their jobs
and disappeared

because of one or two episodes.

Others were prosecuted live on air.

Some were about to die,
but we were able to save them.

Others weren't lucky enough
and died because they couldn't reach us.

If we can't get a doctor
to perform your operation, no one can.

Listen, Asmaa.
I need you to tell me everything.

I need you to tell me
what your family thought

when you were diagnosed with AIDS.
How did it make them feel?

Is there a family member
who still doesn't know about it?

How did you feel
when you got diagnosed with AIDS?

What went through your mind?
And the most important thing,

I need you to tell me
how you got the virus.

I can tell you everything, sir.

But I cannot tell you how I got the virus,
because that's completely irrelevant.

What do you mean by irrelevant?

When viewers see an AIDS patient,
they want to know how they got it.

That way you get people to sympathize
with you, which makes our job easier.

Here's the thing, Mr. Muhsen.

One female patient
was kicked out of an operating room

because she wouldn't lie
about her condition.

She's got enough troubles already.

Now she has to have a cholecystectomy,

which is a simple operation
that doesn't take too much time.

Still, doctors and hospitals
won't perform it because they are afraid.

Did they really graduate
from medical schools?

Do what you want, Asmaa.

Go ahead, Asmaa.
Only tell us what you want to.

Whatever. Go ahead and tell us.

-Why don't we sleep out here?
-What's wrong with our home?

Nothing.

-Give me that, you drag.
-Give you what?

That seed in your hand. Give it to me.

Do you see these?
I'm going to plant them again.

So that when they bear the fruit…

it will be from the one we had together.

And then… when we have our first child,

we will feed him these peaches
once he starts eating food.

Just like we're eating the fruit

from the seeds
that my father and grandfather planted.

-I was wondering why they taste so awful!
-All right then, Hosny's daughter!

Do you know, Asmaa?
I want to have ten children with you…

because I want them to have this land.

My brother Yaseen can't have kids.

And if I can't have kids either…

this land will die with us.

God forbid. Don't say things like that.

Do you think
I'm going to have kids by myself?

Don't you have a part to play?

All right.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Yes, I'll count them.

-Hello.
-Hello.

How are you, Yaseen?
Would you like more tea?

Yes, you make delicious tea,
my sister-in-law.

What time is it, Musaad?

-Around ten o'clock.
-Really?

-It's gotten very late. I should be going.
-Stay a little longer.

-Where are the rugs?
-I sold all of them.

You know what?

You don't have to keep selling
your rugs at the market.

Why don't you stay home
with your dignity intact?

If anyone wants to buy a rug,
they can come to you here,

like the rest of the women
in the village.

But you knew when we got married
that I'm not like them, Musaad.

And if I became like them, you'll hate me.

Even if you don't hate me,
I'll hate myself.

But we don't need the extra money.

And to be quite honest, I worry about you.

If that's true,
don't let me be buried alive.

Is that what you call staying home?

Doing something against my will
is like being buried alive, Musaad.

I can't sit around doing nothing
because I fear what people might say.

Please let me live, Musaad.

For the sake of our unborn child.

All right.

Listen to me.

You go to work and give them
the tests that say you have AIDS.

Work, why?

Because on top of everything,
I want you to get fired.

I'll use that as leverage on the show.

Call these numbers
one by one for me, Iyten.

Majdy Bdair,
from the Ministry of Health.

Mohamad Hashem,
the owner of Amal Hospital.

And Sheikh Mohamad Othman.

-Is it legal for them to fire me?
-Of course not.

That's why I want you to get fired.

And you should wear something nice.

But not too nice.
People need to feel sorry for you.

What's wrong, Asmaa?

Do you think that there is hope?

Do you think that there could be
even a ray of hope

if you just sit around idly
waiting for a miracle?

Mark my words,

I would be an idiot
if I didn't make them give in

and make them beg you for the chance
to perform your surgery.

There is hope, Asmaa.

What are you looking for, girl?

-Answer me!
-I'm looking for my test.

-What do you want it for?
-They need it at work.

And you'll hand it to them?

Are you out of your mind, girl?
They'll know and you'll get fired.

-They will find out anyway.
-How will they know?

I will go on TV tonight
to say that I've got AIDS.

What? What are you talking about?

-I'll tell--
-Stop and talk to me! Stop and talk to me!

Have you lost your senses
because of the painkillers you're taking?

Have they made you unaware
of the hell I'm going through?

What do you want me to do, Father?

I'm right here.

What do you want me to do?

Should I buy my own coffin?

Should I arrange my own funeral?
What should I do?

If I don't have this surgery, I will die.

-Did they tell you that?
-They don't have to.

What about Habiba?

Are you going to tell her?

Hold on a minute.

Come with me, Asmaa.

Legally, we cannot fire you.

But I want to hear
what your colleagues have to say.

Who would like Asmaa to continue
working here? Raise your hands.

Fine, who would like her to quit?

Asmaa! Asmaa!

We all chipped in
to give you this amount of money.

It's just a little to help you,
until you get better.

I'm begging you to take the money.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-These are painkillers.
-Yes.

-How many do you need?
-How many can I get for this amount?

I have something stronger.
Would you like to try that?

Take it according to the dosage
I will prescribe,

and you have to be very careful.

-If you take too much, you'll go away.
-Where to?

Take it according to the dosage, okay?

These are enough for a month.

You'll be very pleased.

-I'll go grab my mulukhiyah.
-Come on, Asmaa!

-Sit and finish your lunch.
-Why don't you give her a hand?

You may learn something at least.

Here, let me help you, Asmaa.

How old are you, Sabrine?

My mother doesn't remember
when I was born,

but she says that I should be
18 years old.

-So you're 18?
-Yes.

But I heard that Yaseen
has been married for ten years.

That's his first wife.

-Are you his second wife?
-I'm his third.

It takes three wives for men like him
to realize they can't have kids.

People say it's because of the drugs
he injects into his body.

-What drugs?
-I don't remember what they are.

Fresh coriander over here!

Check out our potatoes!

You don't want to give up, then?

Stop making trouble.
Go home and serve your man.

You hear me?
I won't let you make a living here, girl.

If you don't leave,
I'll set the rugs on fire.

I might set you on fire as well.

I told you not to call me a girl!

It's been six years since my wife died.

Her mother calls me
on the anniversary of her death each year…

just to see if I'm okay.

But she keeps asking me,
"Aren't you going to get married again?"

And my answer is always no.

But this year, I said,
"We'll see what happens."

You deserve applause just for that.

Don't be scared. Come on in.

-What is it, Shafeek?
-How rude of you to say that!

Where are your manners, Asmaa?

I just thought
that someone was in trouble.

No, everyone is fine, don't worry.

I just needed to talk to you,

so I got your address from Dr. Hadi
and came here, that's all.

Come in, come here, come here,
come and sit down.

-Have a seat, sir. Please.
-Thank you.

-How would you like your coffee?
-Extra sweet, please.

-You got it!
-Thank you.

Before you think of something
to say to get rid of me,

let's have some coffee,
and then let's go somewhere.

-Where to?
-It's a surprise.

You will not regret it, I promise.

I'm no good for you.

How about you save what you want
to say, which I know very well,

till after we go out together?

At least you'll have time to think
of a nicer way to say the words.

-Where are we going?
-There you go.

There you go.

-What would you like to listen to?
-Whatever you like.

Do you like Umm Kulthum?

All the lovely nights

Passion and love

All are held inside my heart
For so long…

OUTPATIENT CLINIC

BE CHARITABLE, DON'T GET DISTRACTED
BY LOVE OR SMALL ISSUES

Go ahead.

Welcome!

-Good morning.
-Good morning, sir.

-How are you?
-How are you?

-What's up? Yes.
-This must be Mrs. Asmaa.

Usually, I don't shake hands with women,
but I do want to shake yours.

Nice to meet you.

You're also wearing gloves!
That's very considerate of you.

-Come on, people. Let's go inside.
-Go ahead.

Our quality rooms
are almost like hotel rooms.

-I see that.
-And by the way,

we have a restaurant and a cafeteria
for patient escorts.

It's comfortable for everybody.

-You've got it all.
-Thank God for that.

-We're glad that you're here.
-Thank you.

This is the cafeteria.
Do you still watch football?

-Of course I do.
-Me too.

We've got a subscription
to the Aljazeera sports channels.

Wonderful.

You can watch World Cup matches,
and Champions League matches.

If you are sick, it doesn't mean
you can't watch football.

-You are right.
-That's a great idea.

To be quite honest,
I can't believe what I'm seeing, Dr. Amr.

-Why?
-This is more than a five-star hospital.

-We only care about God's rewards.
-True.

By the way,
we have another hospital to finance us.

-Seriously?
-Let me show you.

Take a look.

It's a little bit expensive.
It's for rich people.

Our doctors spend half of the week there
and the other half here.

In brief, one hospital finances the other.

All right, champ,
why don't you leave for a while?

I need to be alone with Mrs. Asmaa.
The doctor and his patient.

I might convince her to marry me
before you do.

Okay, I'm leaving.
I'll be waiting downstairs.

Okay.

Welcome, Mrs. Asmaa. I've heard
about your situation by the way.

Mr. Shafeek told me everything.
Those can't be doctors.

-I can understand them.
-You are a good person.

And you're right.
It's because of our education system,

not just that, it's also
because of our crazy social system.

Anyway, I brought you here today
because I have good news.

-We can help you with the surgery.
-How?

Just like this.
I'll personally perform it.

Who will pay for it?

-Did Mr. Shafeek pay you anything?
-I swear to you he didn't.

The operation costs five pounds
and I need the money in advance.

But I will ask you for one thing,

listen, Mrs. Asmaa,
this place is all about doing good.

And I want to make sure that
the right person is the recipient,

so that only the ones
who deserve it get the good deed.

I also trust my gut,
which has never failed me,

and I know that you deserve
this good deed.

But I have to ask you, just to be sure.

Do you think that I'm rich
and can afford the costs?

We help the rich and the poor alike.

And you are the one
most deserving of this help.

But I need to hear it from you, please.

I don't get your point.

Forgive me for asking,
I know the answer anyway.

How did you get AIDS?

Listen, I know that it could have been
transmitted through blood or your husband,

but I need to hear it from you,
so I can be sure of what I'm doing.

-Can I ask you something, sir?
-Sure.

The money you built this hospital with,

is it legal money or not?

-Please don't talk like that.
-No, no, no,

aren't you going to cut me open?

I need to know if you're honest or not.
Why are you the only one who can ask?

What? Are you an angel?

An angel that has descended from heaven?
I need to know this.

Wait, Mrs. Asmaa!

Oh, my God!

Asmaa! Asmaa!

Hold on, just tell me what happened.

No one has the right to ask
me how I got the disease! No one!

-Just calm down, will you?
-I won't.

Why are you so stubborn, Asmaa?
Don't you want to be treated?

Don't you want to live and raise
your daughter and see her get married?

No one has the right to ask me
how I got the disease.

I don't have to prove that I'm righteous!

You could've told him anything.
It's not like he will investigate it.

-Wait!
-Leave me alone!

Asmaa!

-What happened?
-Nothing.

Did you really spit
in the man's face, girl?

-Is that what you're asking me about?
-Don't talk back to me!

I told you not to go there!

This is all my fault
because I let you go there.

Musaad! Where are you? Musaad?

Musaad!

-Go back home! Go back!
-Musaad! Musaad!

Wait! Wait!

Welcome, tiger.

Do you want me to hit you
like I hit your woman, wuss?

Wuss?

Thank you, sir.

But what I know is that
only a wuss hits a woman!

-You wuss, I'll kill you!
-Musaad!

-Musaad! Please stop him!
-I'll kill you!

-Don't do it, Musaad! Stop him!
-I'll kill you.

Stop him! Musaad. Musaad!

Don't do it, Musaad! Don't do it, Musaad!

If anyone says
anything bad about this woman,

or hurts her with even one word,
I'll kill them!

I don't care who it is!

Hajji Sayied is dead. The boy killed him!

-Hi, Muhammed.
-He sends his regards.

How are you, Musaad?

Are you all right?

I brought you food and cigarettes.
Do you eat well?

Musaad.

Talk to me, Musaad.

Why won't you say something?

Tell me this is all my fault.

What's that cut on your face?

Don't come here again, Asmaa.

Don't come back as long as I'm in here.

Do you understand?

Why are you burning the rugs, Asmaa?

He didn't go to jail because of the rugs.

He'll get out in a few years.

The judge was very compassionate.

The important thing is
what will you do when he gets out?

-What do you want me to do?
-If you really love him, then leave him.

Let him marry some other woman…

to have the child he wants
and forget what happened.

What you've already done is enough.
It's enough.

I have good news to share with you all.

-Really?
-What is it?

I received three missed calls
a couple of days ago,

without a number showing on screen.

So I thought it must be him.
He must be calling from another country.

I took the phone with me
everywhere I went.

I didn't leave it for a second,
until he was kind enough to call me again.

He said, "Mom, I'm coming in three weeks."

I've been a shopaholic
since I got his call.

I know what I will be wearing
when he comes.

I'll wear a different outfit every day.

I started a diet,

but I couldn't go through with it.

I just love to eat, people.

-So what if I'm fat?
-No, you're not fat.

-No, you're our lovely skinny girl.
-You're so beautiful.

Asmaa! I'm glad you came.
Come on in.

My son will come home tomorrow.

I just wish he'll bring
his wife and kids this time.

You know what? Let's deprive him of
some of this food and let's eat together.

I just needed to ask you
for a favor, Mrs. Farida?

-What is it, dear?
-I need to borrow one of your dresses.

-Are you going to a wedding or something?
-Something like that.

I have what you need.

You know that my dresses
are a little too revealing for you,

but I think we can work something out.

We can use a piece of cloth
on top and another on the bottom

and it'll be just fine.

Tell me, when was the last time
you put on makeup?

That's enough, Mrs. Farida.
Please stop it.

-My father would kill me!
-Don't say that. You're not a child.

Look how beautiful you are!

God bless you!
You've always been very sweet.

God bless me? Are you a beggar?

Why don't you come everyday
and let me do your makeup?

Men will be all over you.

I'll go get the eye liner, it's in my bag.

Sorry for causing you
this much trouble, Mrs. Farida.

Mrs. Farida!

Mrs. Farida!

Mrs. Farida!

Mrs. Farida!

KAFR-MASOUD POLICE STATION

Let's go home.

Musaad!

Musaad!

Musaad!

Musaad!

-Leave me. Leave me.
-Get up. Get up, get up! Get up!

Musaad…

are you going to stay silent?

Go to sleep, Asmaa.

What do you want me to do
to make you feel better?

Shut up and go to sleep.

I divorce you, Asmaa.

Your support for each other
is the best treatment.

Only someone who has been through
the same experience

can understand how you feel.

If anyone of you thinks
that they deserve this disease,

or that anyone else here deserves it,
please, get out of here.

I started the engine,
but the car didn't move,

and there were kids pointing
to the ground, so I looked there,

and four wheels were gone.
There were four rocks instead.

I said, "Oh, my God.
I didn't check the car first."

-Hello.
-Hello.

-How are you, Farida?
-I'm fine, Doctor.

The doctors told me to stay over,
but I'll be discharged tomorrow.

-What happened?
-He gave her the wrong medication.

He didn't even bother to check
if it was the right one.

-He thinks this is God's punishment.
-Calm down, Mohammad.

Can you talk to the TV show
people for me, Dr. Hadi?

I'm willing to show my face,
just like they asked Asmaa to.

No, Farida. I will do it.

-Enough is enough.
-No one will appear on any TV show.

Do you think that's the solution?

You'll be on TV for 30 minutes
and that's that.

Everyone will love you
and all your troubles will go away?

Calm down, people.

God.

You look very pretty, Asmaa.
Are you going to a wedding?

-You look amazing.
-I did her makeup.

For the first time on Arab television…

HOT TOPICS

…an AIDS patient will show her real face.

Is it a disease or a stigma?

That's what we will find out
with Muhsen El-Sisi.

Where is Mr. Muhsen?

…and it took a lot of time
for the media to expose this man,

and we talked about it.
Honestly, it's dirty business.

It's a dirty business.
I can only say that.

Honestly, it's dirty business.

I'm very surprised by the comments.

We have to expose each other, instead…

Some of them think
that they live in France.

As if they have no idea
about what's going on in real life.

And others are just like infidels,
they worship idols of their own.

-Dr. Hadi would like to see you.
-Who is he?

-He's from the Association.
-Which one?

-The AIDS Association.
-I see.

Okay, I'll be with him shortly.

How are you, Mr. Hadi? Is Asmaa ready?

Could you walk with me, please?
I'm on my way out.

I need to tell you something, Mr. Muhsen.
We won't let Asmaa show her face on TV.

Find another guest for the show.

-Are you listening to me?
-All right, fine. As you wish.

-Thank you.
-No problem.

I'm well aware that her reputation
is more important than the surgery.

Let her die.
Let all the AIDS patients die.

Do you want to hear something nice?

I can make a whole episode
to raise money for them,

and we'll build a cemetery on the Nile,
a cemetery with a view.

Here is a better solution,

we can raise money
and buy an awful lot of gas,

then we'll pour it all over them
and set them on fire.

They'll just burn and go to hell.

The most important thing is that
you'll be very relieved and happy

When a shepherd
can't find food for his sheep,

he takes them to the desert,

so they can't find anything to eat
and starve to death.

What's the matter? What's the matter?

It's suicide, Asmaa.

You will repel people.

It's even possible that kids
will throw stones at you.

Jamal is not kidding, Asmaa.

You're making a big deal out of it.

People tend to forget,
they just need some time.

Besides, both of you were dying
to go on the show.

You're different, Asmaa.
People are ruthless.

People don't forget
the one who is scaring them.

Of course I'm different.
People are cut from a different cloth.

I'm the only one who can say that on TV.

-And why is that?
-Because I have nothing to lose.

You know that.

What about your daughter, Asmaa?

Why do you think I'm doing this?
I'm doing it for Habiba.

I'm doing it for my daughter.

If I die,
who will support her financially?

Who will look after her?

I just want her to get married…

and her husband will be her shelter.

If I show my face on TV,
then there will be hope.

-Hope for the surgery.
-Asmaa is right.

Can I give you a ride?

What did you fear when you were a child?

Why do you ask?

We all feared something
when we were little children.

What did you fear?

I used to fear robbers.

That's why I would make my brother
sleep next to the door…

so that if a robber comes in,
he can't see me.

-What about you?
-I used to fear the dark.

I couldn't go to sleep
with the lights off.

My father used to lay beside me
and play Umm Kulthum's songs.

And he would say, "Don't be scared,
you'll be fine tomorrow."

But now, I fear the light.

I can't go to sleep with the lights on.

KASR AL NIL BRIDGE

I'll stay up all night
because of a single ray of light.

-Pull over! Pull over!
-Why? What is it? Okay, okay, okay.

Come with me.

Come with me!

Come here!

If you speak to her again, I'll kill you.

I will kill you and bury you
where you stand, do you hear?

Get in the car! Get in the car!

Get inside! Drive, Shafeek.

-Do you hear me?
-Calm down! Just calm down.

Go inside, go inside! You go out
to search for a guy's hug, Habiba?

You were in the arms of a man
on the roadside publicly,

without any regard for your reputation?

What difference does it make?

What do you mean? Talk to me!
What do you mean? It's all your fault.

You don't care if you let
guys hug you in public!

-What's going on?
-What would you two do if you were alone?

Calm down, Asmaa! What happened?

What happened is that the apple
doesn't fall far from the tree!

Was I conceived while you were praying?

You had sex in the backseat
of somebody's car so happily.

What a nice outfit!
This is the first time I've seen it.

Do you think you can have
a good old time and I can't?

What a bad thing to say, Habiba! Shut up!
Shut up and go to your room.

Do you think that I'm having
a good old time?

You think that I'm having
a good old time, Habiba?

I'm denying myself everything
to provide a life for you.

I'm denying myself everything
to provide a life for you.

You're saying that I'm having
a good old time?

Go ahead. Give me that
parental speech about sacrifice.

Who is my father, Mother?

You never mention him to me.

Whenever I ask you how he died
and why you came to live here,

you say nothing,

and when I ask you where my uncles live,
you never answer me.

What are you hiding
in the bathroom cabinet?

You even carry the key around your neck,
even when you're asleep.

What about this picture
you kept hidden from me?

Why do you keep it locked in the cabinet?
Why do you always cry when you pray?

Is it submissiveness?

Or is it because you did something
God will never forgive you for?

Shut up! Shut up and keep your mouth shut!

Behave yourself
when you speak to your mother!

What do you mean by that?
What does that mean?

What does that mean?

Why didn't you divorce me
while you were in prison?

-Why did you make me wait for you?
-I can do what I want.

I divorce you.

-I don't ever want to see your face.
-Go to hell!

I need to understand.

You can divorce me if you like,
but I need a reason.

Why, Musaad?

Because I want to be a human?
Because you killed the man because of me?

I'm begging you, Musaad,
tell me why and then divorce me.

Or I swear to God,
I will throw myself in front of the train…

and my blood will be on your hands.

I love you.

And I'm dying here. I'm dying!

It was transmitted to me in prison.

They did lots of tests to diagnose it.

How did you get it?

-How did you get it, Musaad?
-It doesn't matter how I got it.

What matters is that
it will never be cured!

There is no medicine for that.

-The disease will eat me alive till I die.
-Don't say that. Don't say that, Musaad.

Please say no more.
I can't take this anymore.

We're all going to die, Musaad.
We're all going to die.

-It'll be transmitted to you.
-Really?

Why should you have something
I don't have?

It's enough that you did
the sentence alone.

I don't want you to be alone
in your sickness.

All right, all right.

Even if we live like brother
and sister, I will not leave you.

-You don't understand, Asmaa.
-I don't want to understand.

I don't care.

What I know is that
I will not leave you, Musaad,

not even with a knife
pressed to my throat.

Why, Father?

Why didn't you stop me?

Why didn't you slap me in the face?

Why did you let me be so stubborn, Father?

Because you'll be more stubborn, honey.

-Do you pray for me, Father?
-I always pray for you, my child.

But I hope that God is not angry with me.

No.

Will you pray for me?

Shut up, Asmaa.

You will live to see my funeral.

You'll see your daughter's wedding
and her daughter too.

You just wait.

Habiba must know. You have to tell her.

I'm begging you not to tell her.
Anything but that.

I'm begging you,
with your love for me, not to tell her.

-Assalamu alaikum.
-Wa alaikum assalam.

What do you want?

I need to have a word with you, please.

Come in, Shafeek. Come in.

This is Ramadan, Habiba's fiancé.

Hello.

This is Mr. Shafeek.

He will be like a father to her.

I saw a very nice lady today.

I asked her to pray for me.
Obviously her prayers were answered.

-We will be late for our appointment.
-Yes, yes, I'm coming.

I'm coming.

What will you do?

Either they use
the silhouette effect or I'll leave.

-I don't care what happens.
-Are you sure?

Why did you turn down
my proposal first, Asmaa?

I don't know.

Maybe I wasn't happy
that you had chosen me,

because of our disease.
You've chosen me because of our situation.

Why would someone like you
want to marry someone like me?

If it wasn't for the disease.

I need to tell you something
before you go.

It wasn't transmitted to me
through blood like--

-I don't want to know, Shafeek.
-Please hear me out.

I can't take it anymore.

This secret has weighed down
so heavily on my chest

and I need to tell someone.

I…

I used to cheat on my wife…

with any woman.

She got it from me,

and she died because of AIDS
while I lived on.

That's all.

I'm telling you this
because you need to know,

that no matter how you got it,
I'm 100 percent positive

that you are a better person
than I would ever be,

even if it was transmitted
to you through sex.

Now I know who you truly are,

and after I've seen
how you treat your daughter,

and what you do to help others…

you would be doing me a favor
if you accept my proposal.

-Do you want to know how I got it?
-No.

I don't want to know, and I don't care.

Go on, you have to go now,
you don't want to be late.

I'll be waiting for you here.

Just in case you said yes…

we'll get married on our way home.

That's the problem with you
and with all of us.

We are all waiting for a superhero.

We are waiting for the government
to knock on our doors

and say, "Your wish is my command."
Without a fight or any effort.

No one is ever willing
to take responsibility for anything.

-What happened, Asmaa?
-She's scared, that's what happened,

just like everyone else is.

They all say, "Why me?
This is not my fight."

This is the problem with Egyptians.
No one is willing to bite the bullet.

That's why the bullet fears no one.

It knows that it can kill thousands
instead of just one.

I swear to God
that I'm not sacred for myself.

-I'm not scared for myself, I swear.
-Asmaa…

you have to defend yourself.

You have to convince us to go on the show.

No, no, I won't be convinced by anything.

Try to get a singer to go on live tonight,
and give me a topic for tonight.

Go ahead. Come on, go.

If you think you can twist my arm
because of the promo we aired,

you're wrong, because no one watches
our promos in the first place.

As for me, I'll go on live
and shout a couple of jokes

and criticize a minister or two,
and it'll be just fine.

But no one will remember you.

They might even say,
"Good thing she spared us her depression."

"We don't want her."

-That's nice. Can I go now?
-No, you can't go, Asmaa.

You'll confront everyone on the show
with your real face.

If I had the choice,
I would have gone on naked.

I'm not fearful for myself.
Why would I be?

I live with other people,
I live for other people.

Some people don't know about my condition.

That's your real problem now?
Asmaa, you only have one option.

If you don't want to show your face,

then you'll tell me
how you got the disease on air.

-It's best if I leave.
-I won't let you leave, Asmaa.

There we go.
One of us must convince the other.

Why won't you tell me?

I think the drugs you've been
injecting yourself with…

have made you lose your mind.

If you sell one inch of my father's land,
I'll go to prison again for killing you.

What's wrong with you, boy?
Have you lost your mind?

Everyone knows you're going to die soon.

Use your head.

I can't have children…

and neither can you.

There will be no children
to inherit our land.

Or do you want your wife
to inherit your land?

Or did she give you the disease,

and you're hiding it
with this prison story?

Shut up!

-Watch your tongue, Yaseen!
-Get inside.

Get inside.

Leave, Yaseen. Go.

If you refuse to sell
your share of the land…

it'll all be mine when you die, Musaad.

Why did you tell him
about the disease, Musaad?

He has to know that I'm dying.

But you are not going to die, Musaad.

Look at me, Musaad.
You are not going to die.

Musaad! Musaad!

I won't take the money.

You have to take him to a hospital.
You can't handle this.

Did you do the blood test?

You have to do it. You have to.

Assalamu alaikum.

Let's say that I defended myself on air
and said how I got the disease…

how would you know that I'm not lying?

-I'll take your word for it.
-Okay, you'll believe me,

but other people might not.

Let's say that people believed me
and I got the treatment.

Does that mean all of my friends
have to prove that they're righteous

-to get the treatment?
-Are you worried for your friends?

You want me to believe
that you refuse to say how you got it

for the sake of your friends?

-Is that your reasoning?
-"Reasoning"? What do you mean?

They're family to me.

They chip in to help me
when they need it most.

Those people give me…

They know my darkest secret

that my own daughter who lives with me
doesn't even know.

This is suicide, Asmaa.

You're condemning yourself to death
with this stupid logic,

for absolutely nothing.

Did they ask you to do this?

No, of course not.
They didn't ask me to do this.

-I just--
-Then stop trying to be a heroine!

I'm not a heroine, Mr. Muhsen.
I never said that I was.

I'm only asking for my right.
I have a right and I will get it.

But I found out
that it's not my right after all.

Do you know why?

Because no one can take anything
unless they give something in return,

including you.

Asmaa Hosny?

-Where have you been?
-I've done the test.

-Prepare her.
-Should we use the silhouette effect?

-Ask her and do as she says.
-Asmaa!

Are you ready?

Are you all right?

Hold on for one second.

This is what I want.

-What is this?
-It's a plaster.

I don't need any of that. Go.

Oh, my!

I have to talk to her about her daughter.
That's not right.

Let's do it.

And five, four, three, two, one,
we're live on air.

HOT TOPICS

Assalamu alaikum,
welcome to the show, everyone.

Tonight's episode is a very special one.

We'll only discuss one topic,
because it's really crucial.

I'm talking about AIDS. Wait a minute
before you change the channel.

I would like to say that our guest

is very impressive
and not in the least bit depressive.

My guest is one
of the few people in society

who want to get their rights,
their absolute legitimate rights.

We'll be back after the break.
It's up to you to stay tuned.

HOT TOPICS

Let's have a baby, Musaad.

Do you want us to have a baby
only for us to die?

The doctor said if we're cautious,
it won't be transmitted to the baby.

It will be an orphan.

Speak for yourself, Musaad.
I'm not going to die.

-That's out of my control.
-Even if we die,

your brother will raise our baby, Musaad.
He will give it your land and his.

Our children are our legacy.

Welcome back, everyone.

Our guest is not quite
who you think she is.

We'll not say her name,
we'll not show her face.

Why did you change your mind?

-Thank God!
-We promised our viewers

that they'd see your face
and know your name,

but suddenly, you changed your mind.

I had to.

What do you mean?
Did something happen today or what?

You could say it's a family situation.

-I live with my family and--
-Are you scared for your reputation?

Yes, of course. This could damage
my reputation and my family.

You mean that
you don't care if you're good

and you don't care about your health?

All you care about is your reputation,
even if you die?

How did you get the disease?

-I can't answer your question, sir.
-And why is that?

Because no matter how you get AIDS,

-you have the right to be treated.
-Who put those words in your mouth?

"It's our right. We must."
Who puts words into your mouth?

No one, sir.
We attend meetings at our association.

We talk to them and they help us,

-they advise us on what to do--
-They put words in your mouth.

-They put words in--
-No, sir, they don't, they don't.

They just-- I believe in what I'm saying.

I know what my rights are,
I just can't get them.

Let's talk about your disease,

you're a carrier of the virus,
is that correct?

-Yes.
-But you show no symptoms?

No, the virus is not the problem,

-I need a cholecystectomy.
-Have you seen a doctor?

Sure, I need the surgery.
I've seen many doctors, not just one.

Did they do it?

-They refused to do it.
-Why?

-They're scared.
-They're scared.

-They're scared.
-They're afraid, why is that?

-Are they afraid of being infected?
-I don't know, sir.

You could ask them yourself.

Physicians who have graduated
from medical schools,

who have studied for seven years
with a costly education

are afraid to perform a cholecystectomy,
because the patient's got AIDS.

We'll be back after the break. Stay tuned.

HOT TOPICS

-What shall we name the baby?
-What difference does it make?

My name means fortunate.

-Do you think that I'm fortunate?
-I will name it Moheb.

-I want it to love us forever.
-This is my wish, Asmaa.

Don't ever tell our baby anything,
understood?

Just tell our baby that I loved them
before I even saw them.

Welcome back, everyone.
We'll take your calls now.

Here's the first caller.

-It's Hanaa. Hello, Hanaa.
-Good evening, Mr. Muhsen.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

To be honest,
I don't think it's such a big deal.

This is over the top. I think
it's okay for her to show her face,

or even file a lawsuit.

Hanaa, what you don't know
is that she went to work today,

and her colleagues said
they would not come to work

if she stays there.

We have Abdulaziz from Helmiet El-Zaitoun.
Welcome. Go ahead.

Mr. Muhsen, I appreciate your efforts
with the health issues.

-Thank you so much.
-But you're talking about a minority.

-How many people have AIDS in Egypt?
-How many? Do you know how many?

Since we are an Islamic country
with our own traditions,

-there can't be many cases.
-It's got nothing to do with religion

or traditions and stuff like that.

The outbreak of the disease
is so much faster in an ignorant society

-than it is in an immoral one.
-You're talking about foreign countries,

because of the homosexuality
and loose rules

about illegal relationships.

We also have those issues,
but we never mention them.

We have Fadi from El Haram.
Hi, Fadi, how are you?

I've tried to call you every day
because I need a platform to be heard.

Thank you. Thank you so much.
Do we have another caller?

Change the channel, man.
Let's watch a game or a movie

-instead of this disgusting show.
-Let's watch this horror.

That's all we need right know.

-And why is that?
-I don't know.

But I think that this disease
is transmitted through unhealthy ways.

And if that's the case,
then they deserve to get it?

-Of course not.
-Great!

But why should we do
anything to help them?

Thank you.

Do you think you deserve to have AIDS?

Do you deserve to go through this?

In the name of God Almighty
Most Merciful, Most Gracious

O you covered up

No one would come to the funeral.
People are afraid.

You'll live with us until you give birth.

If it's a boy, you'll leave him.
If it's a girl, you'll take her with you.

You're the talk of the town.
No one knows who got it first.

I don't want my nephew
to grow up in shame.

You have to leave town, Asmaa.

Leave.

We have Sheikh Mohamad Othman.
Welcome, Sheikh.

Assalamu alaikum.

-Wa alaikum assalam.
-Wa alaikum assalam.

Medical treatment is a legitimate right
to all people, even sinners.

What do you think of people
who judge AIDS patients as sinners?

Even if they're sinners,
we must help them.

Okay, but why do we always assume
that they are sinners?

-What if they are not?
-Even in war, Mr. Muhsen,

if your enemy who killed your brother
is injured and unarmed,

you must not kill him.

It's your duty to treat him
and not leave him to die.

-That's it! Way to go!
-Well said!

God bless you! You really expressed
the truth. Thank you, thank you.

What is it, Doctor?

You tested positive,
but she tested negative.

What does that mean?

-Who is the sick one?
-You are. She's healthy.

Thank God!

Thank God!

-We have the Deputy Minister of Health.
-She's not here?

Good evening, sir.

-Assalamu alaikum.
-Wa alaikum assalam.

I think what's going on…

-Did you see this lady?
-…is not human or compassionate.

-I see.
-She's dying and no one would help her.

She must come to us and file a complaint
and we'll investigate it.

-You need official procedures.
-Exactly.

She must file a complaint.
We need to know who she is,

-and we'll look into her case.
-Are you okay with that?

Of course not! I can't file a complaint.

-I can't even show my face…
-Who is she?

…everyone will know then.

She is saying that
she couldn't follow the procedures,

since she is keeping her identity hidden,

-and she wouldn't say her name.
-Who is she?

Asmaa Hosny?

You're totally fine.

If I gave birth to this baby…

will it get the virus?

-Are you serious?
-If he dies before having a baby,

-I will die too.
-To hell with the baby!

-What good would it bring?
-He lives to see his baby,

and I live for him.

The possibility of infection is low,
but it's there.

It doesn't matter,

I don't care what happens to me,
will the baby get the disease?

If you are cautious,
it might not be infected.

I've done the test!

Let's have a baby, Musaad.

She got him to sleep with her
even though she was healthy…

-just to bring you into this world.
-Put yourself in my shoes…

She brought the disease onto herself,
made me go through life without a father…

-and made me live in this hell.
-Did she make you go through hell?

Move. Get out of my face,
I want to watch the show.

You're talking about the law now.

We wait for the trouble to appear
and then we remember the law.

A woman is dying
and you want things to be legal.

Of course we respect the law,

and you deal with all people
within the limits of the law.

Had one of your loved ones been infected,
things would've been legal

and would have been treated
abroad at the state's expense.

-We respect the law.
-Ask him to do the operation himself.

-He is an internist.
-You're an internist, right?

-Yes, I am.
-Why don't you do it yourself?

I haven't performed operations
in a while. It can be done.

Then come back, sir.

Come back and perform the operation
and save her life.

Please, come back. Do it for my sake.

Hello? Hello?

He wouldn't do it.

He's maybe having a heart attack
or the line got disconnected.

We have an anonymous caller, go ahead.

-Hello?
-Hello?

Who are you?

-I'm your guest's daughter.
-Where have you been?

What took you so long? It's your daughter.

I just want to tell you
that my mother is a heroine.

She's the best mother in the whole world.

I can't even believe that
I have a mother like her.

All right, your heroine mother is dying,

because she's afraid for her reputation,
and this heroine that's in front us

is going to die
because she doesn't want to show her face.

She must file an official complaint
and go through procedures and so on

in order to save her life
and have the operation.

What do you want to tell her?

I'm asking you please to try
and help her in any way. I mean…

We have no one to help us or support us.

If that's the case,
try to convince her, tell her something.

What about the people?

What about our reputation?

-People are judgmental.
-People--

People and reputation over and over
and over again. Thank you.

We'll be back after the break.

What do you think, Asmaa?

I will show my face, Mr. Muhsen.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

Do you know what happened
to the Algerian woman?

I don't want to know, I…

Somebody has to bite the bullet, right?

Stop, stop.

We're back with a surprise, everyone.

Our lady guest has decided
to change her mind all of a sudden.

She wants to show her face
and reveal her name.

Go ahead.

That's Asmaa!

-She's Hosny's daughter.
-My name is Asmaa Hosny.

Asmaa Hosny is on TV with Muhsen El-Sisi.

I used to work at the airport…

-She is so hardheaded!
-I'm living with the virus.

And I have
gallbladder stones inflammation.

My condition is getting worse
with each episode.

It's very painful to be quite honest,

I grind my teeth so hard
till they almost crack.

There are days where
I don't get any sleep.

But I can take all of that.

It can't kill me.

I'm not going to die
because of my disease.

I'm going to die
because of your disease.

That's all.

-Thank you, Asmaa.
-Thank you.

The guys from the control room
are telling me that someone…

has donated the amount
of 300,000 pounds,

-an anonymous benefactor…
-What? A benefactor?

Did any of you tell him that?

-He said a benefactor.
-…to treat Asmaa abroad.

I think that's the best way
to wrap up our show.

I'll see you tomorrow
with Egypt getting hot…

on Hot Topics.

But I hope it won't be too hot to salvage.

Goodnight.

Thank you, Asmaa.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

The pleasure is all mine.

Goodnight, everyone.
Don't be late tomorrow.

We're hosting Ahmad Makky.

Do you need a ride?

Whose gloves are these?

What do you wish for, Asmaa?

What do I wish for?

To stop being afraid.

I'm scared of so many things,

but I wish not to fear my episodes
when they happen.

I wish I don't fear
that I'll run out of painkillers.

I wish that I don't fear people.

They don't know anything.

I wish I didn't fear that they'll find out

or what will happen if they do.

If I stopped worrying
about the episodes, and the medication,

and people, and about Habiba…

then maybe I will feel that I'm…

alive.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF THE WOMAN
WHO INSPIRED THIS MOVIE

MAY SHE REST IN PEACE

THE REAL PERSON
NEVER SHOWED HER FACE ON TV

SHE DIDN'T GET THE CHOLECYSTECTOMY
AND DIED AS A RESULT

SPECIAL APPEARANCE
BY SOME REAL CARRIERS OF THE VIRUS