Ajami

sub by :
:: sadelanwar

sadelanwar@yahoo.com

[Arabic] I know I can feel

what is about to happen

Thanks.

Bring me some toilet paper.

I'm not your servant.

Get it yourself.

Don't I always help you?

Get it!

Get it yourself!

You dare talk to me like that?

Your car is a wreck.

I brought it from your brother.

Put the tire on.

I can't.

Go to your mother.

Nur.

-Yes.

I need your help.

Give this towel to Grandpa.

Give it to Nasri.

Nasri.

Yes.

Slowly. Be carful.

Yes.

Close your eyes, Grandpa.

Studies come before marriage.

First a diploma, then the wedding.

Okay?

Yes.

Yihyah!

Yihyah! Yihyah!

Yihyah, wake up!

Hold your sister!

I felt something bad

would happen.

But I didn't know what.

I didn't know that it would happen

to my neighbour Yihyah.

Hurry up!

He was a good boy

who didn't harm anyone.

He was killed for nothing.

He was killed because of us.

The whole thing started

in my uncle's cafe...

when a Bedouin came demanding

"protection" money.

My uncle shot him

without thinking.

He didn't know that he

belonged to the Abul-Zen clan.

one of the strongest families

in the south.

They burned his house and cafe

and tried to kill him.

After a while

my uncle got tired of hiding.

They hurt him badly,

but failed to kill him.

That's why they came to us.

They meant to kill my big brother,

but shot Yihyah by mistake.

He didn't do anything.

I soon realized

we were also in danger.

and the worest time

in my life began.

My mother wanted us

to leave Jaffa and hide.

That same day,

my sister left to Jerusalem.

I left the next morning.

I didn't know what would happen to us,

or when I would return.

But I was more worried

about my brother.

who refused to leave home.

My brother says that fear

is the biggest disgrace.

and the only cowards run away.

- A j a m i -

sub by:
:: sadelanwar

Wow!

Stop here.

Hello.

- Hi.

Where's Khamis's place?

-There.

Thanks.

- First Chapter -

Khamis.

Khamis.

-Dahmash slum, Lod-

Yes, guys. -Hi.

-Hello.

I came about "the matter".

Who is it?

-"Pepper".

You got the money?

-Yes.

Where are you?

Take it.

Come on, bro.

It's counted, don't worry.

Get up.

A taxi driver like you

drives by...

A kid yells:
"Stop! Stop!"

"Okay, Get in."

The kid opens the door

and boom! slams it...

"You fucker! Easy on the door!"

The kid says:
"If my parents

were a lion and lioness...

I would have been a lion cub."

"And if they were two bitches?"

"Then I'd be a taxi driver."

-Ajami neighbourhood, Jaffa-

Hi, Anan.

-What's up?

Hi, Anan.

-Let's go.

I can't.

Let's go!

I can't.

-We're not going far.

I can't. I'm carrying a "thing".

Carrying a "thing"?!

Are you stupid?

Leave it inside and come!

Don't be afraid.

Abu Elias will help you.

He resolves conflicts.

He's powerful.

Everybody respects him.

Why are you tense?

-He's afraid to leave the house.

Your're safe with me.

No one can touch you.

I'll wait here.

-Okay.

Come, Omar.

-I'm smoking a cigarette.

Wait here. I'll call you.

Bon appetite.

Hello.

-Hello.

You want a table?

-No, I'm waiting for a friend.

Something to drink?

Something hot or cold?

Nothing?

Omar, come on.

You can go now.

Hello.

Hello. Please, sit.

Samih was your father?

The carpenter?

May he rest in peace.

How can I help you?

There was a big mess

in Ramleh...

I heard about it.

My uncle shot a kid

from the Zen family.

Abul-Zen, yes.

And later he was shot...

-Yes.

Now they tried to kill me

and shot my neighbour.

A 15 years old kid.

They thought it was me.

How is your uncle?

-He's badly injured.

Really?

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