The Stoning of Soraya M.

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I speak English.

You speak English?

I must talk fast.

There are things in this village

you do not know about.

They cannot get away with this...

these devils.

Did anybody see you?

Forgive them.

They have been through so much.

Are they yours?

They are daughters of my niece.

Soraya.

I am Zahra.

Zahra.

Zahra,

are you crazy?

They think so.

And after this...

and inviting a stranger

into your home...

I'm inclined to agree.

Sit, please.

I will give you some tea...

then you decide who is crazy,

me or them.

A smoke?

The ayatollahs have banned women

from smoking.

Today I am old...

a hundred years older than yesterday.

But I know right from wrong.

What happened here yesterday

was wrong.

Yesterday.

The devil himself visited this town...

and Allah the Merciful know it.

God willing, you will know it too.

Start your machine.

Voices of women do not matter in here.

I want you to take my voice with you.

Why should I listen to you

if, as you say...

the voices of women

no longer matter anywhere in this country.

Hear my story first.

You will know why you should listen.

There are men in this town

who are wild dogs.

Their hunt began not long ago

with Soraya's husband...

Ali.

They refused to let us bury her.

We took her body and left it by the river.

In the town,

they were celebrating.

That was yesterday.

This morning, before dawn...

I went back to the river...

and buried what dogs had left of her.

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