Nihavend mucize Page #6

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He's everything to me.

Well done. Nice.

That is very nice.

Nice. Well done.

Gafur? Is that your father?

Very nice.

Aziz, good job.

Is this your family?

Your mother, your father,

you and your wife.

Are these your children?

Nice.

Well done, Aziz.

Alright, kids.

You gad homework to do.

You were supposed to make

paper airplanes. Did you make them?

Let me see your planes.

Hold them up. Hold them up.

Very well.

Fly them now.

Come on!

The flow is low here.

- God help that girl.

- You're right.

It's a shame. What is she supposed

to do with that crippled man?

God forbid...

I'd kill myself before I got married

to a pathetic man like that.

There's filthy saliva

coming out of his mouth.

I'd kill myself

rather than marry him.

- She ran away.

- She must be upset.

Riding a woman

is not like riding a horse.

Did you at least find the hole?

Your wife's beauty

is the talk of the town.

Stop it. It's wrong.

Go on,

maybe you'll find the hole.

Shame on you.

That's no way to behave.

Where are Aziz and his wife?

Why haven't they come for dinner?

Father, Mizgin took the dinner

to their bedroom.

Miz...

...gin.

Aziz...

I can't take it anymore.

What's wrong, Mizgin?

Nothing, mother.

Look at Aziz.

- Is that Aziz? I can't see properly.

- It's him. Where is he going?

Come on now.

What's this all about?

Aziz!

Aziz?

Aziz!

Aziz?

What are you doing there?

Aziz?

Aziz, please...

I'm begging you.

Come here.

Tell me what is bothering you.

Come on.

Tell me, Aziz.

Alright, then.

If you jump, I jump too.

Go on, jump.

Are you crying?

You are going to write down

what is bothering you,...

...and I'm going to read it.

I'm going to find you a solution.

Just don't be sad, don't cry.

Okay?

Aziz, my brother...

Please, come with me.

Come on, Aziz.

Come on. Come.

Come.

Trust me.

Come on.

My brother... Come.

Aziz! What happened?

Nothing. All is well.

Thank you.

Aziz is not at school today.

Why?

Father, is he sick or what?

Go and look.

Go get him.

Now, I am going to give you

your report cards.

Kids, come on, let's go to class.

Slowly, slowly.

Aziz?

Father!

Father! Father!

Neither Aziz nor his wife are here.

They left this letter. They are gone.

"Before I start my letter,

I greet you all.

I give my regards to my elders,

my love to the younger ones.

I know, you'll all be sad,

but I had to go.

Nobody has ever understood me,

listened to me.

Mom, dad, I would gave given my all

to talk to you, but I couldn't.

Forgive me.

Everybody in the village

mocked me for years...

...for not talking,

for being disabled.

It was okay.

But now, I'm 31 years old.

I have a wife.

It's too difficult for me to watch

the villagers harass my wife.

I'm not leaving for myself,

but for my wife.

Maybe they won't make fun of me

where I go.

Don't you worry about us.

I am going to come back one day.

I love you all very much.

Please give me your blessings."

- God bless you.

"Take good care of my horse,

and may God take good care of you."

Go on.

I'll be a teacher too

when I grow up.

I don't know

when I'll be back again.

I won't forget you or all the things

you've done for me...

...until the day I die.

What brave,

courageous people you are...

You welcomed me into your lives.

Your wives taught me to make

cow patties out of dung,...

...so that I wouldn't get cold.

Haydar.

I'm not afraid of the bandits

anymore.

Those brave men

helped build the school.

These kids...

Listen to me, kids.

If I live long enough, I will see them

continue their education.

Some will be engineers,

some will be doctors,...

...some will be teachers.

This is Aziz's report card,

and the picture he drew.

I have six sons.

You've become the seventh one.

I can't talk anymore.

Go on now. Go, go.

- With your blessings, I'm leaving.

- Goodbye.

Mahir, son.

Yes, Father Davut.

I was going to ask you

about Aziz, but...

...I won't.

Have a safe journey.

7 years later

There's a car coming.

Father, there's a car coming!

There's a car coming!

Where is it coming from?

- Whose car is it?

- It's beautiful.

I wonder who it is.

Is it the mayor?

I have never seen

a car like this before.

I can't see. Who are they?

It's Mr. Mahir!

- Welcome.

- Welcome, teacher.

Welcome, teacher.

Welcome, dear.

- Mahir, son... Welcome.

- Thank you. How are you?

- Thank you.

- This is my wife.

- Welcome, dear.

- Thank you.

Everyone, I love your hair

and your moustaches.

Wonderful!

- Wonderful.

Come on, let's go inside.

Hold on, Haydar.

All of you, stop.

Do you know

who I brought with me?

Aziz, is that you, son?

It's me, father.

Aziz, you can talk.

Thank God.

I can talk, mother.

I've missed you all so much...

- We've missed you too.

You're all better now.

Did you have surgery?

No, father. I...

I fell in love with my wife.

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