THE FAIRY
"A mature woman with plump lips..."
"The kind that the Arabian men who roam the deserts and valleys dream about."
Mazen, stop!
"In the darkness of theaters, the first kisses were exchanged."
"It wasn't just a kiss,
but a world of intoxication and drops of...
-'due.'" -Dew.
Mazen!
Easy.
You know how girls are into romance and sweet words.
And I'm sure that Razan...
didn't mean to cross the line.
Calm down.
Drops of dew, huh?
I've warned you not to stare out the window. Look straight ahead!
CRASHING EID
Oh my God.
Why were you watching me sleep?
It's four in the afternoon.
Come here. I know you're mad.
Let's talk.
Communication is important and healthy.
Fine, I'm willing to talk.
-As long as you talk to me too. -Okay.
Why didn't you tell me that Dad used to beat you up?
I found the pictures in the closet.
You said communication is important and healthy.
Because he's your father.
I mean, he did it to me, not you.
When I was little, I used to ask you why you and Dad got separated.
You would say, "We're both good people, but we couldn't get along."
I used to think to myself, there must be something else.
Like maybe you just didn't want me to live with my father.
What was I supposed to say to a seven-year-old girl?
-Why did he do it? -I don't know.
But one thing I know for sure is that it wasn't my fault.
Of course it wasn't.
I would never have thought that.
You stayed seven years with him for my sake?
Of course not.
I mean... yes, for your sake, but there were a lot of other reasons.
-Grandma being one of them, I'm sure. -Yeah.
Mom was totally against my divorce.
All she wanted was to save face with Aunt Hayatt.
But I don't regret divorcing him.
I think it's the best thing I ever did.
So why do you listen to them regarding Sameer?
I don't want to hear his name.
Sameer is over. There's no Sameer.
In a few days, I'll go back to London.
I'm going to relax, and I'm never coming back to this nuthouse again.
You come back if you want when you've grown up,
but I'm never coming back.
You're fasting, right? Are these leftovers from yesterday?
No, I ate in my sleep.
And to dedicate his life as a volunteer to help drug addicts...
I have news for you.
What is it now?
Move over so we can watch this.
Sameer and I are not getting married.
Thank God.
I mean, he's a good man, a good colleague, and...
No, it's okay. I'm okay, really.
-I've made up my mind. -You made the right decision.
But that's God's will, after all. They wish they could be like him...
Grandpa, are we going to do the Eid fireworks?
Mom always says the Eid fireworks are the best.
No, Hassan.
Fireworks?
There's a cripple in every house because of fireworks.
Amputated legs, severed fingers...
Sweetie, come sit next to me. Come here.
Come to Daddy.
I remember one day, he came to me...
Yes, dear sister.
It's over, sis. She's not marrying that Pakistani.
Yes, the Eid feast will be at my place. It will be grand.
I'M TAKING LAMAR TO BUY HER NEW CLOTHES FOR EID, OKAY?
FAROUK, CAN YOU FIND OUT IF THIS MAN HAS LEFT THE COUNTRY?
Good. Come on, faster.
DAD
Mom, I'm getting tired. What are we going to do with all these?
Give them out to little girls at the Eid prayer.
Sweetie, is it really over with Sameer?
What if I told you that he's still here at a hotel?
How do you know that, Dad?
That's not the point.
What do you say?
Apparently, Grandpa is a spy.
Hello? Yes, Uncle Sofyan?
Yes, I'm ready. I wish you had called me sooner.
Okay, I'm coming now. Okay, bye, Mom.
-What? Where are you going? -We're going to get Baraa.
-Hassan, did you buy the Eid chocolates? -Don't worry, Mona.
I called them and gave them the trays,
and they told me to pick them up at 5:30.
-Today, Hassan. -Yes, honey. Okay, bye.
Dear God.
So, what's your thing? Butterflies, snappers, rockets? What?
-No. Give me five snappers. -Cool.
-Five rockets. -Okay.
Ten butterflies, and five "pishies."
-Five what? -"Pishies."
What's a "pishie"?
It's that thing you hold out, and it goes, "psh."
What do you mean "psh"? You sound like you're frying something.
-You mean a sparkler. -No, it's called a "pishie."
I'm a dealer. I know what it's called. It's called a sparkler.
Show some respect. I'm your dad's age. It's a "pishie."
Okay, "Dad," listen. Stay here, and I'll be back in an hour, okay?
-Okay, done. -Okay.
-Don't be late. -Stay there.
Don't move a muscle!
FAMILY CENTER
I'll be back in two minutes. Lock the doors.
I'm not going to run away.
-What if a crazy guy attacks you? -All the crazy ones are back home.
You're right about that.
-The name of your son, please? -Baraa Sofyan Mawruth.
He's here. Come with me, please.
This way.
Go to the other side, please. The other side.
Please, have a seat.
-Peace be upon you. -And upon you too.
Is my son going to come in here?
Baraa refuses to see you.
-He says he's scared of you. -Scared of me?
He says that you hit him on your last visit?
That's not true.
Maybe you were playing roughly with him,
and he got upset.
Children can get upset easily.
It's better if I speak to him.
-No! Where are you going? Please wait. -Let me talk to him.
-Baraa! -Please.
-Baraa! Ask them to wait. Baraa! -Let them go.
Dareen!
Ask them to wait, please!
Please.
Forgive us. There's nothing we can do. We can't force the child.
Next time, our social worker will see him.
She'll talk to him. She'll try again.
You know, these things take time.
Just take it easy.
Are you okay? Sofyan?
-Sofyan. -I can't breathe.
Sit down, quickly.
Breathe. Sit down.
Sit down.
Sit down. Breathe.
-Open the door. -No!
Open the window.
Open the window! I need to tell you something!
The window! I need to tell you something!
-No! -The window!
Sofyan!
-Sofyan? -Come quickly!
Uncle Sofyan, are you okay?
-I called an ambulance. They're coming. -Don't tell anyone at home.
I'm a bit suffocated.
-But I'm fine, really. Don't worry. -Can you get some water, please?
But we're in Ramadan.
What are you, an arms dealer?
Here's your order. All of it.
-Yes. -And here's your "pishie."
-Do you know how it works? -Of course. How?
Here's how you light it. You put it like this... and light it up.
Keep it away from paper and children. I'm not responsible after the sale.
Done? Now, give me my money. Reach into your pocket or whatever.
And you only want five "pishies"? Why not 100?
Come here.
Hurry up.
Oh shit.
Hey, "pishie" man!
Give me that bag.
What's this?
I found it. I don't know.
-Sparklers? -"Pishies."
-"Pishies"? -Or sparklers. That's fine.
Go have your Iftar. I'll let you go because you're an old man.
What about the bag?
-The bag? -Yeah.
-You want to come with the bag? -No, sir. You can have it. Thanks.
The number you have dialed cannot be reached at the moment.
Neither Sofyan nor Hassan are answering.
Last time we saw Baraa, he was upset. Sofyan took him for a ride.
Let's not talk about things that will upset us.
You and I will never see eye-to-eye.
You did this because of Aunt Hayatt. I swear, she's manipulating you.
She's making you do what her son wants because she's afraid of him.
So now it's Aunt Hayatt's fault?
No, not at all. Aunt Hayatt is a great mother.
She has her son's back. She's even willing to cut ties with you for him.
They were concerned about your marriage.
I don't know what I had to do for you to approve of that divorce.
Weren't you worried about me? All you care about is your sister?
Did you expect me to drag my nephew to court?
-You want me to look bad? -They should be embarrassed.
-He used to beat me. -Why did you let him?
How can you love your nephew more than your children?
There's no one that I love more than Sofyan.
Me! I'm talking about me. I'm your child too.
You know why Sofyan is so obedient?
Because he's a boy, and no one dares to defy him.
No one tells him what to wear, or when to come home at night.
Well, you got your divorce and your freedom, didn't you?
You live abroad. You even brought your boyfriend to the house.
That's what you wanted, right?
I didn't "bring" him.
He decided to come knowing I'd be facing a difficult situation.
You used to say,
"Once you have a child of your own, you'll understand what a mother is."
Ever since I had Lamar, seriously...
I can't understand how you could never show me any affection.
Not even once!
Don't exaggerate, Razan.
What, now you're going to remove my picture from your WhatsApp?
This is a picture of my baby girl. I don't know where she went.
I don't know who you are.
If something happens to me, look after Baraa.
Nothing will happen to you.
I thought you were dying, so I asked him to come.
Peace be upon you.
-And upon you. -You too, doctor.
-How are you? -I'm fine, thank God.
You're fine.
It was just a panic attack.
A panic attack?
Anyway, I just want you to rest.
Relax, take things one day at a time.
That's it. You'll be fine. Okay?
-Thanks. -Sure?
Of course. You're fine.
So all this was just a panic attack?
I'm sure they missed something with the tests.
It can't be a panic attack. Me?
It's okay to feel fear.
I wasn't afraid.
You panicked.
When will you learn to speak proper Arabic?
Happy holidays, everyone. They say that Eid starts tomorrow.
Finally!
-Happy Eid. -Same to you.
Can we leave now, or are you going to be too scared?
Is Sameer Ghulam here?
Mom?
-Are you okay? -Yes, I am.
-I told you not to tell anyone. -I didn't.
I found your location on Snapchat.
-What happened? Where's Baraa? -He said I hit him. Can you believe that?
-You were there. I swear I didn't. -No, you didn't.
But why are you at the hospital?
He had a panic attack.
I swear I didn't hurt him. I just miss him, and...
I see him growing up, and I'm missing so many moments.
God help us.
He's your son. No matter what happens, you'll end up together.
Hopefully.
He'll come back to you.
The worst part of divorce is losing your kids.
That diver turned out to be a real man.
Hey, don't get too carried away.
I see you.
Here, Sofyan. Stop it!
Grandma is calling.
Should we head out?
No, give us two minutes.
I shouldn't have told you to marry a Pakistani woman.
I kept remembering what your father said,
and I couldn't think of anything else to say.
He called me.
When we were at the restaurant.
And I told you not to come here.
So, what did he say?
That it'd be better for you to marry a Pakistani woman.
He said that you shouldn't marry a divorced woman,
someone with babies.
I'm sure about it.
What if your dad finds you a gorgeous Pakistani wife?
-Really gorgeous? -Yes.
Like Dua Lipa?
Okay.
Peace be upon you, Dad.
Dad said yes.
No.
We're going to get married as soon as we're back in London.
Where have you been?
Where's Baraa?
He refused to come. He wants to stay with his mother.
May God bring him back to us.
God willing.
When did you go out?
They accused him of beating Baraa.
-Did you beat him? -Of course not.
-That's nonsense. -What do you mean?
I don't want to talk. I'm going inside.
Sweetie...
You can't just say you're never coming back here again.
-Okay... -Hang on.
Wow, you got it!
-Yeah. -Only one?
Yeah, but it's a big one, and...
-Really? -Yeah. It lasts for 30 minutes.
-So? Are you ready? -Yeah.
Is that all, Dad?
No, it will continue firing soon.
What was that, Grandpa? Is that what you call 30 minutes?
No, sweetie. It will fire again. Just wait.
-It's your turn now. -My turn?
I'm tired. Mom, let's go.
So there's no way I can see him during Eid?
I wish there was, but it won't be possible.
You're a lawyer. You're supposed to help me.
Are you sure you didn't hit him?
No, I didn't.
Day in, day out
My love, I've been dreaming about you And your eyes
My love, I've been dreaming about you
And your eyes
And my heart has waited for so long
Day in, day out
My love, I'm sleepless
-This table is not worthy of an Eid feast. -What's this?
Why didn't you get a bigger table with a glass top?
I can never do anything right.
-What are you doing? -We got this table to fit everyone.
How many are coming?
Mom, is Mazen coming?
Yes, with his wife and daughter.
-Mom. -Razan.
For Lamar's sake.
It would be nice to have her father.
Right.
Couldn't you get us one with a glass top?
Put the pickles in these bowls. And you, put the cheese in these.
-Okay. -Try to fit it all in there.
-Peace be upon you. -And upon you.
Happy Eid. Wow, look at all that.
-Same to you. -Hassan?
Where did you put my chocolate?
Do you know The Alchemist?
Does he have my chocolates?
The Alchemist who searched the world for the treasure,
only to find out that the treasure is at home, right under his feet.
Help me, God. Look at this mess.
-Happy Eid. -Same to you, dear.
Happy Eid.
-How are you? -Same to you.
Happy Eid.
-Happy Eid. -Happy Eid.
-Welcome. -Happy Eid. Please come in, everyone.
Welcome. Happy Eid.
Happy Eid. Welcome.
-Welcome. -Hi, Layth.
Why aren't you answering my calls? Naughty girl.
-Happy Eid. Welcome. -Thank you, same to you.
Welcome.
Happy Eid.
-Same to you. -Come in, Mazen.
Look at that cute little thing. God bless her. Come in.
It's a pleasure to have you all. Welcome.
Hey, little Tamtam. Happy Eid. Give me a kiss.
Kiss her. Say "thank you."
-Peace be upon you. -Upon you too.
-Happy Eid. -Happy Eid.
-Same to you.
Wow, look at you. You keep growing taller.
Thank you.
Hey, son. God bless you.
-Hi, Sofyan. -How are you?
-Happy Eid, Auntie. -Same to you. Where's your son?
My son is not here, but my daughter is.
Come on. Iftar is served.
Come on, girls. Come on.
Come on. Welcome. Happy Eid.
-Same to you. -Come on in.
-After you. -You're welcome. It's my pleasure.
Sofyan.
-What is it? -Sit down for a minute.
Look at you.
-You change your mind again? -No, I'm with you.
What your sister is doing is unacceptable.
Lamar is 13 now, and she's not covering her hair?
-Did you talk to your daughter? -No, I can't.
She just came back. I can't tell her that.
You want Razan to tell her that on your behalf?
Or you. An uncle is like a father.
You know what's funny?
You've distanced yourself for years,
but you want Razan to raise her your way.
Razan asked for the divorce.
What does that have to do with Lamar?
You distanced yourself from your daughter because you wanted a new life.
You did what you wanted, and you're too busy anyway.
So don't blame my sister.
Enjoy your time with your daughter.
And if you haven't noticed, Lamar...
got older. She's 15 now.
You can't change her now.
She's calm, polite,
and funny too.
She takes after her uncle.
What are you two doing here? Come on, time to eat.
No, wait. You look nice. Let me take a picture.
So, Mona? Where are they?
They haven't seen each other in a long time.
They're busy talking. They're coming.
I'll be seeing you more now. Have you found a new school yet?
Let's not talk about these things right now. Let's enjoy Eid.
I'm going back to the UK in two days.
Wouldn't it be better if you stayed here?
I could take care of you.
God, give me patience.
Where's Razan?
I've lived with Mom all my life. Nothing has ever happened to me.
I'm sure you know, Mazen, girls are attached to their mothers.
Lina, sweetie, who do you like more? Mommy or Daddy?
-Daddy. -Thank you, Lina.
This means she wants more toys.
Since when do you...
Where's Razan?
Who is this, Mona?
Her colleague.
What is he doing here?
Medical treatment.
Poor guy. He's ill.
Mona. Stop it. It's useless.
This is Sameer.
Razan's fiancé.
Did you know he was coming?
No.
Why do these chocolates have a bride and groom on them?
Let me see.
-Come on, let's go. -You're leaving?
Don't you want to see me?
It's okay, sweetie. He'll call you later to take you out.
Right... champ?
Hey, Mother of Mazen.
Your sister did everything she could. She invited everyone.
Including Mazen's wife.
And my daughter has the right to marry.
To a Pakistani, Mona?
She lost her mind because of what your son did to her.
-Happy Eid, Auntie. Happy Eid. -Same to you, Layth.
Thank you. Happy Eid.
-Congratulations, Razan. -Thank you, Joud.
No one is leaving in two days.
You're not leaving without a marriage certificate.
It's not a free world.
Thank God. Welcome back.
Congratulations, kids. Come here.
-Sit down, Sameer. -Thank you.
-Sit down. Happy Eid. -Happy Eid.
So you approve, Grandma?
Let's hope the Pakistani is better than the first one.
Mom!
Grandma, his name is Sameer.
I'm glad they left. All the food is ours now.
-Give him some dibyaza. -Are we really going to eat all this food?
Hello.
What?
Lamar loves you so much.
No one can replace a father.
Not a grandfather, an uncle, or a stepfather.
What do you want now?
Please, call Lamar. Try to see her. We're leaving in a few days.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Baraa loves this game.
I created an account and added him.
I'm playing with him.
I'll create an account and play with you.
No, you won't.
I will.
Okay, fine. Look.
DAD
Answer him.
Hello?
How are you, sweetie?
Good.
I heard you guys are leaving soon. Will you leave without seeing me?
Can we meet tomorrow?
-Okay. -Okay, take care. Bye.
-What did he say? -He wants to see me tomorrow.
Abdul Aziz.
-No need. -Goodbye, Dad.
Remember the lady who runs a research department?
Her friend needs a researcher outside Jeddah.
Not interested?
No.
Thank you, Mom.
I need to see my granddaughter more often.
You talk to her every day.
Razan.
Okay, you got it.
Call Grandma every five seconds, Lumi, okay?
Take care of your mother.
Me? Take care of my mother?
Yes. Take care of each other.
Sure.
And always remember. This is your home no matter what happens.
What? Is something going to happen?
-No, I'm just saying. -Something will happen?
Nothing will happen?
Nothing will happen. Bye now. You'll miss your flight.
Go.
Goodbye. Okay.
-Godspeed. -Thank God. That Sameer is a good guy.
I really hope he turns out to be good.
If only he had a sister...
-What do you mean, Hassan? -A sister for Sofyan.
You want them to take us as a package?
-Never mind. -Isn't Razan enough?