Genre: Drama
Director(s): Serdar Akar
  1 win.
103 min

Here you go.

Open your hand, you too.

Dig it blockhead?

Take it.

Father, I'm going to my friends.

- Good's greeting.

- God's greetings.

Come master.

Sit this way.

It is fine here.

The feast is feast anywhere.

Enjoy your meals.

Thank you.

Come on gentlemen.

Don't sit like that.

Come on gentlemen.

Come on master Vahap.

Not a dance without you.

Just be calm.

The feast is feast any where.

So pretty you are?

Where did you get that dress?

And all made up too!

You look just like the moon.

And you look like a man.

What's that around your neck?

My uncle give it to me.

Let your hair free.

No moon without a hale.



Father! Father!

I brought some foot.

At home. Feet your mother.

Come to the wedding before

the meal's over. Where you been?

I was distracted a bit father.

Roll her over again before you come.

I didn't hear you coming.

Early bird gets the worm.


- Take it easy auntie.

- Thank you.

- Where the hell were you?

- Here I am.

- Wheel?

- Wheel what?

Something's wrong.

You know uncle.

The military service.

They rub snob to the frost bite.

Do you know why?

A man is more of a man.

Difficulty must be your joy.

A voiding pain and hardness is not

fit for your age or your kind.

My trouble is not going

my trouble is not being able to go.

One should not object to his turn.

Snow melts in summer and

it's not summer before snow melts.

Sequence is harmony.

And harmony is order.

One must not disrupt order.

I have to go anyway.

I'm all most counted as a fugitive.

Father asks who will look after mother.

I would say the wife but no one

marries before the service is done.

It's not good to have children

while in the army.

Your mother gave birth to you white

your father was in the army.

One must go first, and then marry.

- Everything is set.

- Do you have one?

- Have what?

- A girl.

Sure there might be but this there?

- Come on now boy! Is there?

- Yeah.

- Who is it?

- Hard thing.

- Hard thing?

- Hard thing.

You know if you don't have a donkey,

you're treated like a donkey here.

One climbs over mountains,

crosses seas, flies to the skies for love.

It's worth it.

Fate of course.

Once upon a time the ways used

to come here from the deserts to loot.

They used to slaughter and plunder.

They Tayy chief one days sees

a beauty at the Zinhar vines.

He asks her.

What's your name?

She says didn't you dream of my name?

The chief says:
No, I'm a man

woman have dreams.

I wave my sword and fight.

You must dream of my name,

says the girl. I cannot say my name.

Then whom do you belong

to asks the chief.

Ask your nobles, say the girl.

I belong to the noble,

only they know my name.

The chief loughs and asks.

Where are you from then, riddle girl?

Did your mind know, your horse see?

I'm from very for away.

- What kind of a girl is this?

- Just listen.

The chief gets angry and says be have

woman! Spare your self from my rage!

I am the chief of the Tayy,

Cafer bin sheriff.

I'll cat your wisecrack but

mute and feet it to the dogs.

She says. Wow that's the limit

to your curiosity?

Wow! Making fun of the big chief!

The chief is now raging mad, but

she's so beautiful, he's helpless.

The chief is now raging mad, but

she's so beautiful, he's helpless.

So he tums his horse

and rides back to his tent.

He gets to his tent.

Goes straight to bed.

Without talking eating or drinking.

As soon as he falls asleep

the dreamless chief has a dream.

And he dreams of the girl

of course he asks her name.

My name is Nurbanu say the girl.

OK, so it his. But who do you belong

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Submitted on August 05, 2018

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