Ali's Wedding Page #7

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I divorce you. I divorce you.

I divorce you.

I divorce you a thousand times.

That's one continuous thought.

All this madness will soon be behind us.

Let's just get through the day.

Good boy.

Prove yourself a worthy husband to Yomna,

and all will be forgiven.

Not many girls would have forgiven you.

She has accepted

you just knew the Lebanese from uni.

Mohammed.

- Yeah, Mum.

- Inside.

Are you going to be OK?

Ali, you're in luck.

My dad just bought a second-hand taxi.

The night shift's yours.

In two years' time,

you could have the day shift.

Thanks, Ayoob.

Hey, Az, it's a good turnout.

I might say hello to your old man.

What do I say? Your holiness?

Just say hi.

Take one tablet, an hour before bed.

The rocket will launch...

and keep launching.

I have already sought consent

from the bride.

Ali.

Do you give consent?

I do.

Shall we begin?

Smile.

Dance. Go on, dance.

Move your seat forward, will you?

Couldn't you just get a Holden?

Are you kidding, bro? Porsche.

What's this?

Abu Ghaith's wife...

He married that half-Leb, Linda.

She knows Johnno from work.

Abdullah told me...

Who's the letter from?

I was to give it after you got married.

I dunno.

Moe. Moe Green.

For God's sake.

This car's got no walls

But Moe Green's got two balls

It's a drop top

For my fat cock

It's a drop top

For my fat cock

B*tches take my calls

But Moe Green's got two balls

It's a drop top

For my fat cock

Ali.

You're married now.

Congratulations.

Yomna will make you a good wife,

as I'm sure you'll make a good husband.

I leave for Lebanon tonight.

For many days I blamed you,

but maybe medicine

was not God's wish for me.

We are both trapped by family.

There is no escape route.

Just duty.

Dad thinks it'll be best for meto go away

and spend time with his sisters.

At least I'll learn

how to cook a good kibbeh.

It's OK, Dad.

It's OK.

- It's OK.

- I failed you.

Please forgive me, habibti.

I know I divorced you, but...

our six weeks were almost up anyway.

What I didn't tell you is that they were

the happiest six weeks of my life.

You're mad,

but you dared to dream,

and I will miss that.

Dianne.

Moe.

Can you pull over, bro?

I need some fresh air.

- This is a convertible, bro.

- Just pull over.

- We're almost there, man.

- No.

Let him.

You look very beautiful.

What's he doing?

Ali, you d*ckhead.

No!

Drive me back.

Come on, God.

If you want me to get to Dianne,

show me a real sign.

Your last few have been sh*t.

Thank you, God Almighty.

I'm trying to get to the airport.

And that, Your Worship,

is roughly the whole story.

Actually, there's other stuff

I should add...

No, Mr. Albasri.

- I've had an hour of your talking...

- Your Honor...

- And it's been riveting.

- The handbrake fell off.

Yes, but you had no business

being on the tractor.

And as for defrauding the university,

that is hardly good character evidence.

I've already pleaded guilty.

I can do community service,

you can slap me with a fine...

Anything you like.

But please.

Today's the day that Dianne flies out.

Now, Your Honor,

I'm not talking to you as a judge anymore.

I'm talking to you as a human being.

Human to human.

You're a woman. You understand love.

Please. I could still make it.

Mr. Albasri,

I'm more a woman who understands the law.

If I could just borrow a car...

And I am not convinced

that you understand...

- I could make it.

- ...the recklessness of your actions.

I find the charges proved,

but given the inordinate amount of time

you've used today,

I'll adjourn until Monday for sentencing.

Got to get you back

to the holding cell.

The birds in this country

are not very musical.

How's Yomna?

Sad.

Embarrassed.

But possibly she's relieved.

I think I should get a divorce.

When you are only married

an hour and a half,

I think it is called

an annulment,

but, to protect Yomna's dignity,

Abu Faisal came up witha useful excuse.

Yeah, good.

Everyone now thinks you are impotent.

Great.

There is always a price.

How did you part with Dianne?

She's gone.

She said, "I absolutely hate you,"

and divorced me a thousand times.

A good woman, you have to earn.

You'll never have

the son you deserve, Dad.

I have been a very bad father.

If I have not communicated to you

how much you are loved...

then I am the failure.

I am the bad Muslim.

Because you are loved.

Without condition.

You, and your...

insane brother, your brilliant sister.

You are loved.

I thought...

I thought maybe I could go back to Iran,

you know? Study medicine there.

You are not listening to me.

What do you want to do?

I just want to make you proud, Dad.

Then be proud of yourself.

There are a million ways to serve God.

This has all been part of his plan.

The exam, uni...

The wedding, prison. It's all God's plan?

I think...

I think I've got to stop blaming God

for my mistakes, Dad.

It's time we gave the Almighty a break.

What's gonna happen to you

at the mosque?

During the Abbasid Dynasty,

a man and his son rode on a donkey.

But once they reached the town ofKandahar

the people abused them.

They said,

"Poor donkey.

You make him carry two fit men."

So, the father rode, and the son walked.

But when they arrived at the next town,

people cried,

'"Look at this fellow.

He drags his young defenseless boy

through the desert heat,

and he enjoys the ride of a lifetime."

So in the next town,

the son rode and the father walked,

but people shouted at the boy.

"You are young. You are healthy.

You make your elderly father suffer.

He is marching in the heat."

So, together, the father and his son

decided to walk with their donkey.

As they passed through the next town,

people laughed.

"Look at these two idiots.

Why don't they ride their donkey?"

And in every town, people criticized them.

In the end, the father said,

"Stuff this."

And he and the boy

carried the donkey on their back.

But...

We tie ourselves up in terrible knots,

trying to live up to

the judgment of others.

So, I will not carry the donkey

on my back anymore.

I have made my peace with Haj Karim,

and his fine family.

Hajjina, you are a credit to this mosque,

as is your daughter.

And now I will step down.

I will hand my dutiesover

to Seyyed Ghaffar.

No!

[We don't want him.

- No, not him.

- He's boring.

- He's a fake.

- A sh*t cleric.

Who'll write our musicals?

He has no stories.

We all have stupid children.

Please.

Please. Calm down. Respect the place.

Sheikh Mahdi.

You ignorant fools.

He wears the white turban.

He is nothing.

I wear the black turban.

Have you all forgotten what it means?

I am the direct descendant of the Prophet.

I am an imam too.

I studied in the seminary

for 11 wretched years.

You all are beneath me.

I'm starting my own mosque.

Who will follow me?

Who?

Who?

You fools.

Sheikhna, forgive me.

Two days ago,

I became engaged to his sister.

If I don't go with him, then...

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