Maruf Page #3

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She's my life on earth.

Whoever touches her,

dies on both world.

Who the hell are you?

Who are you?

- Who's this?

- It's girl. Open up.

- Come in mother.

- What's that with the gun and so on?

It's hard mother.

Very difficult.

Maybe it's easier on the mountain.

But here, with this arow,

it's very hard to be on your own.

It's as difficult on the mountain.

You get bears, the snow,

robbers, waives...

Being alone, being on your

own suits God only, my girl.

Look at your sister in law.

She's both old and paralyzed.

But God doesn't let her be alone.

She has her husband and her son.

She would die otherwise.

When one is young...

Pretty, no children, hard working

like you are, you are not left alone.

What should I do?

Maruf.

But he's young!

That's better. He would both stand

by you, and would do as you say.

I think I'm going crazy Iffet.

My mother's half dead, and

my uncle is completely dead.

The dead and the half-dead take my mind.

Mother spoke to father.

And recently my uncle made

himself seen to me. He spoke.

He said, claim your aunt,

don't leave her.

My mother also dreamt of him,

and he told her the some thing.

What do you mean?

Tell it as it is.

The problem is big and my small

mind is not enough to solve it.

One must care for what's entrusted.

You're a woman, too.

You should understand.

Your aunt is a woman too.

Ask about my situation to her.

Ask her what I should do.

She just lost her man.

I never had one.

On white sheets, under wool linen.

With God's will, the village's consent

her father's wish she became a woman.

One day, one single day is enough for

someone decent, do you understand?

One day on white sheets.

And I... I'm on hays tacks just

because I love you, like a whore...

The moon must be brighter,

the sun must be wanner.

But the moon's duller than it

must be and the sun is colder.

And all we want is warm,

loving bed in our house.

At nights, when there's no moon...

You suddenly see a falling star.

You don't see a trail,

not even a light. Why?

Why does it suddenly disappear?

What's wrong if they

stayed there in harmony?

Why is the celestial order

suddenly disrupted?

If the stars are falling in the sky,

is it our fates falling on earth?

What is for the good?

What is for the evil?

What is the good to do

for the village, for everyone?

Isn't my mother good for my father?

I am for you, my uncle for Cankiz?

What is it then, that keeps us sport?

If submitting to everything is right,

and objection is a sin...

Should one submit

to all that's happening?

Should one cast spells,

vow offers, shout at the sun?

One must do what must be done.

Mother must return to father,

uncle to can, and Maruf to his lover.

Otherwise, other ways, the earth

burns and water melts.

Come, you are mine.

You are with me.

Don't touch me, don't touch.

I'm scared, go away.

An ignorant, disrespectful sinner.

A wicked man knooks at Vahap's door,

before his bed even cools down.

Looks in through his window.

You used to say you loved

Vahap the most in this village.

You used to say

you trusted him the most.

Cankiz, you don't sacrifice

the whole herd for one milkless cow.

Don't blame the innocent for a cruelty.

What's the village's fault?

I don't know.

He's one amongst you.

One who hears me now.

One of bad stook. One from the village.

One time, I was mute. Broke my window,

threw a stone. But it's enough!

Don't blame the whole village

for one of bad stock girl.

This fine bums you must.

However you are our daughter-in-law.

Vahap's wife, is our soul. That man will

account for this to the village.

Listen to me!

Listen to me well,

because I will not repeat.

This door is my uncle Vahap's door.

No one will enter through this door

while me and my father are alive.

While our chicken,

our sheep don't mix up...

While we sit at the some table,

we harvest together...

While the church bells and

our prayers don't mix up...

While the earth, the sky and

even the dogs know their places...

Don't make me mad.

Don't ever to my uncle's wife!

Don't ever!

Or you'll spill blood on the village.

Now go home, to your consciences!

Go now!

God created woman after us, but...

Our ancestors say he gave them

more wisdom it is true.

And I'm surprised at you.

You kept your house,

you repelled runny nose Kerim.

And got a husband younger

than your husband. Well done.

- May it increase.

- Well spoken hodja.

- Have a good night.

- Have a good night.

Have a good night.

What you did, at God's will and

our ancestor's teachings, is right.

Have a good night.

Come in.

Look at me.

Raise your head and look at me.

Now look at that bed.

This is my and your uncle's bed.

Do you know how to sleep in this bed?

Your uncle is still your uncle in his grave.

And me in this bed...

I will still remain as

your aunt in your arms.

Otherwise, not you or anyone else can

came in this bed unless I'm dead.

You'll sleep there and me here.

I'm not a virgin.

Tell anyone any story you like.

In the name of the sun, the wind and

the rain's rage, generosity of water.

Well done in the name of the harmony

of the creator and the created.

Well done, because you were

no scared of the seen...

...the heard and the lived.

Well done because you claimed

the pledge, you were not scared.

As long as the desert has sand

the mountain has snow and the river runs.

You must guard your pledge.

You must guard your aunt

from the lust of yourself and others.

- Where to?

- The field.

I sold the field. You anyway have fine

in your fireplace and in your bed.

He has relatives.

And they have their fields.

You must work in and

harvest that field from now an.

This is the right thing to do

and what must be done.

That field is rocky and...

The boy has no jobs.

He still to go to the army.

I'm leaving. What's done is done.

And don't put out that fine again.

- What are you doing here?

- I saw my uncle again.

The dead don't leave me alone.

The dead don't leave me alone.

Like all the dead under

the ground find me.

All is against me, and

nothing is by my side.

Stop talking like a sheep.

Speak clearly, or they will shake you up.

If you have trouble with your dead,

go to your mosque to pray.

Let me tell you about the living,

and let's see if it will clear your mind.

My bleeding stopped, it's been months.

My stomach is like talking.

If your uncle comes, tell him his

nephew will have a father less child.

All the villages, all passers-by,

all the family, all ho hear about it...

Will call the mother of Maruf's

child a whore! Do you understand?

Tell your dead, that

you will have a new living.

Tell your uncle, tell your father

that you have claimed your pledge.

Who will claim

the pledge of your pleasure?

Tell me what he will say?

Tell me!

I was looking for you.

Take this.

Cankiz is picking rocks at the field.

Give her to eat.

It's not much but it will keep her full.

Father. Did mother talk to you?

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