As I Open My Eyes Page #3

She was asleep. I wanted to see Khalouda.

Stop lying. Khalouda.

Leave this house. You no longer work here.

- Go on.

- Please.

Leave. Good-bye.

Here she is...

Can you ask her?

Ins, from school.

Bohrne, her brother, the songwriter.

Ali, the manager.

Ska, drums. Sami, the bass player.

Get in.

Can we drop Ali off near our house?

We're not going home. Get in.

What's the matter?

Mom, what is it?

So you drink and sing in bars now?

- Where were you yesterday?

- Did Ahlem say that?

Ahlem's fired and that band is over.

Over? Meaning?

- Over.

- But the gig's tonight.

Forget that.

- What do you mean?

- You're not going! Now stop!

Don't do this to me.

They're counting on me. I have to go.

To shame me again?

Everything's bad and forbidden

and shames you!

I'm sick of this. You're driving me nuts.

Don't talk to me like that!

I'm going.

It's your problem if you don't like it.

- My problem?

- Yep.

Mom, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

I'm sick of your dealings.

Let's both of us finish with all that.

Please, Mom.

- Promise you won't go.

- Okay. Stop.

Promise.

Okay, I promise. Please, stop.

- Swear?

- I swear.

Stop!

Farah, what are you doing?

Where are you going?

- I'm going home.

- Where? Come on.

The gig's hardly started.

I'm going home.

I have to go home.

- Why?

- I've got worries.

We all have worries.

Why else would we play music?

No, I can't.

But you're not a wimp.

I'm sorry.

Okay. Go home.

But forget the band.

And forget me.

That has nothing to do with it.

My country

Oh, my country

Land of dust

Your gates are closed

and bring misfortune

Turn up

Turn up the volume

My country, land of dust

Your gates are closed

and bring misfortune

The starving are eating insults

Your dogs' teeth are made of gold

But the gums of the poor are toothless

Turn up the volume

The thirsty beg to the good lord

Tomorrow,

they'll be exiled if destiny so wishes

Thank you, that was Joujma.

Mom, don't be mad. Nothing happened to me.

Forgive me.

Please, talk to me.

Do what you want.

Don't speak to me anymore.

Don't come near me.

If you need anything, ask your dad.

Consider me dead.

ONE MONTH LATER:

- All right?

- What do you mean all right?

It's Ramadan. We're fasting with no money.

- Your telephone's switched off.

- No.

There's been no bonus.

The bonus will be paid before Eid.

Hey, ass-licker, shut up.

Shut up. Let me talk to him.

You'll get your bonus before Eid.

Go home.

Go, go.

Get back to work.

You sold out.

If you're on your way home,

bon apptit for the last time,

for this year's Ramadan.

Tonight is the night of doubt.

The authorities will announce

according to the moon

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