Ali's Wedding Page #3

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at Melbourne University,

and if her father is willing

to turn his back

from the way of the Prophet

and let her go to the university

and mix with Westerners...

I hear she wears ripped jeans.

- And our revered cleric's son...

- My son is next. Get ready.

...got a score of 96.4.

Good on you, Ali,

and to everyone who succeeded.

Congratulations to our sisters

on their scores.

Notably, our top student.

And if you were my daughter,

I would be very proud.

Ali! Number one!

He's a tiger!

He's a wolf!

He's a lion!

A speech!

Top student!

Looking at your face is worship.

The greatest son of the greatest cleric!

Brothers and sisters...

Don't use the echo.

Brothers and sisters.

First of all,

I must congratulate our sister,

the true top student.

- But you!

- You're a genius, bro.

Brothers and sisters.

Surely, we are all equal.

There's a funny thing

that the English say.

"You say potato,

I say pot-ah-to."

Let's say, for example, I got 96.4...

or 68.5.

That could never happen!

I would have won a house!

Brothers, what I mean is,

I'd be the same person

standing before you today.

Flesh and blood.

My heart would still pump blood...

Already he enlightens us

with medical terminology.

Thank you.

Ali, you are the son of the cleric

And through your father's noble blood

You will do medicine

And fill us out free prescriptions

Tell me,

if you had a patient who was a Jew...

- Would you treat him?

- Of course.

Good. Good boy!

What is most important to you?

Intelligence, appearance,

or cleaning skill?

- What?

- Apart from wealth.

As a doctor, you will make great money.

Forget it, I will sort it out.

Cleaning, I think.

Ask him, father.

Ali baba.

We need a copy of your results.

Not because we doubt you,

but we want to frame it

and decorate the mosque with your glory.

You failed, didn't you?

I got 68.5.

- You have to tell Dad.

- Are you crazy?

It'll destroy the family.

- Dad's reputation.

- Am I crazy?

You just told

the biggest lie in the world.

What were you thinking?

I'm the smart one, like Dad.

I'm going to be the doctor.

You're the idiot

who has to sort this out.

What was that?

What?

Come on. That all you've got?

Hey. The queen.

99.1, huh?

Potato, pot-ah-to. What's in a score?

Well done.

See, I knew you were brilliant.

You're our top student.

- Really? You think that?

- Yeah.

Well done and a million well dones.

Hey, we're going to do medicine together.

I won't be doing it.

Why not?

Your dad, right?

I told him our community needed

a Muslim to look after our women, but...

he won't move.

Di, we've got to go.

Look, he'd have a heart attack

if he found out I played basketball.

You know, Charlie?

You and your dad were the only ones

that congratulated meon my score.

Come on, D.

Dianne.

Yeah?

Yeah, I did that already.

- How are you? Good?

- All right.

Five potato cakes, thanks.

How is our beloved cleric?

He's starting to get the aches,

but as soon as I'm a doctor, I'll fix him.

Perhaps you will fix me too?

My shoulder, my knee...

You don't want to know.

Yeah, and Western doctors

don't understand the Arab body.

They know nothing.

Stop bowling wides.

How many runs are we chasing?

Do you have a doctor in the family?

Only my wife's family inMesr.

In Egypt.

Rest her soul.

And here...

I only have my daughter.

Then you need to find someone.

Urgent.

My Uncle Adnan...

He was written off

by every Western doctor in the country,

but praise be to God,

his niece devoted her life to him.

She studied medicine...

Now, you should see him.

He's a tennis coach, fit like a bull.

LBW. Useless.

Bloody bludger and useless.

Ali.

You know the universities here.

How do they say...

Horny boys.

You understand?

I'll be going to the same uni.

I could watch out for her.

Tell you if I see anything.

Ali.

Your potato cakes.

Do you want chicken salt?

So...

My mother relocated

from Basra to Najaf?

To Najaf?

No?

- To Baghdad.

- To Baghdad.

- What's he saying?

- That's why.

Is Faiq going to see her,

or is he sending someone?

My mother is in Baghdad, where?

Get him to hire a car and drive.

- Say again.

- It's only 500.

I can hardly hear you.

Please, say it again.

Ali, cut the noise.

Your father can't hear anything.

Om Hassan, I can't hear anything

because I have a mad woman

standing next to me.

- Talk.

- Faiq?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

I lost the line.

Try again.

Dad, maybe I should drive.

It has a sport gearbox

and an unusual clutch.

Turn right here.

Dad, I have to tell you.

I'm not as...

- I'm not as clever as everybody thinks.

- I apologize!

I didn't know you owned the road.

This has been the week from God.

My mother is alive,

the play will begin soon,

and you are to be a doctor.

No, Dad. What I meant...

Dad, can you get out of first?

No, we are here.

Give Barbie back her car, you wanker.

Good on you, mate.

If only God would let me

raise it back at you.

Dad, the mechanic's back that way.

What are we doing here?

There are many paths in life, Ali.

Sheikhna.

- Hajjina.

- Wow.

- What a surprise.

- A surprise indeed.

You know our daughter,Yomna.

She is, as you describe her...

The pride of your eye.

This is the doctor in the flesh.

Say hello.

Hello.

G'day.

Dad, you're in a "No Standing" zone.

We are sitting.

- Sheikhna.

- Hajjina.

I'll see you at training, Ali.

Wow.

She's nice, don't you think?

I don't know, Dad. Probably.

Yeah.

What did I press here?

Where's Dad?

- I have to speak to him.

- No.

- I have to tell him the truth.

- Ali, no.

Hey, Dad.

He's just learned his mother has died.

Oh, Dad.

She had a heart attack.

It would have been nice

if she knew I was still alive.

She knew. I'm sure she knew.

Come, let's give your father some space.

That really sucks, Dad.

To God we belong and to Him we return.

She would have been so proud of you, son.

- You're seriously doing this?

- I can make this work.

I'll sit in all the lectures,

study for a year,

resit the exam fully prepared.

You're an idiot.

Baba Ali.

Let the journey begin.

Go and return with health my son.

Yeah, lots of healthy sh*t, bro.

Good luck.

Thanks, guys.

Hello, Charlie.

The queen.

All hail. You made it.

I wanted to thank you.

It's because of you I'm here.

Every Arab man has a medical condition

he wants looked into.

Mind you, I have to find a cure

for arthritis by the end of the year.

No pressure.

I should go in.

Ali.

Luay.

Shall we?

We shall.

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otherwise termed the cell membrane,

is composed of phospholipids, proteins,

glycolipids, and cholesterol.

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is called thephospholipid bilayer

because itsphospholipids

have two distinct layers,

and the molecules lie

so that the heads are at the surface

and the tails are on the inside.

I'm down in a hole

You ask me why?

Smoking ganja and getting high

Getting high

Getting high

It all started with a lie

Go, America

F you, goodbye

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