Rhino Season Page #3

Your request has been granted.

You can see your bastard husband

one last time.

Let's go, you whore!

Raise your arms, please.

Come.

Nola single word!

And don't take this off your head

Go.

- Mina!

- Sahel!

My love.

Sahel.

Mina Derakhshani.

You're hereby released.

Sign this paper.

Take your children from the nursery.

- What about my husband?

- We have no news about your husband.

- I want to see him!

- Please go now!

What is happening

in your inverted shell?

What roof is it that you call home?

Two turtles have fallen on their back

They scratch their shells

against this cold ground

Astray and forlorn

Astray and forlorn

They have announced you dead

You hold your breath under the water

A vulture wanders in the air

Mehdi Khosravi?

Keep to the side, don't crowd.

Maryam Esmaili?

- Sahel Farzan?

- Yes.

Reza Shafiyi?

Excuse me.

- Nasrin Hamzeh?

- Yes.

Where is the body?

Excuse me, I want to see the body.

Buried in heathens' cemetery.

Don'! stand there, move along.

- Fereshteh Khosravi?

- Yes.

Your tomb is shown

The chariot of prayers spins around...

...sprinkling curses.

In the Curse Land, there are

supposed to be dead-bodies...

with living disappeared corpses

A hand blesses

It covers

From the seeds of blasphemy

some plants have grown:

The plants have witnessed the astray

empty tombs,

Whose curse is it upon this land?

Oh causeless land

Oh ailing ill land

Whose hills wail with clear cold howls

My condolences.

My door is always open to you.

My house is yours.

Help me, for the love of God.

I'm still in love with you.

Help me, I beg you.

Mina!

You still want to run away from here?

I'm tired of being in this prison.

Give me our passports,

I just want to go.

I know you hale me.

No, I don't hate you.

Let me take the kids with me.

They are my children too.

It they knew that I am their father,

maybe they won't leave.

I've told you a thousand times.

If you want to go, go alone.

I won'! go without them.

Wow, check out Mister's house!

Do you need help?

I'm not a prostitute!

Today was the 14th man

I slept with so far.

And look what happened.

But we need money.

Me and my mother want to leave, go

to Europe. We just need 3000 Euros.

'If the other makes my blood tainted

My hand will not let go of my vein'

These verses are the only thing

left of my father.

Her father is an Iranian Poet.

Mom.

Breath crystals in the frost of camphor

Between two pulses,

stone sparks on stone

Air is a dagger

Water is a dagger

Only the one living on the border

Will create a land

'Only the one living on the border

Will create a land"

Mr. Akbar, someone

is here to see you.

The earth is a solid salt plate

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