أبلة فاهيتا Abla Fahita (أبلة فاهيتا)

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I heard it'll be live

Does anyone know when Abla Fahita's show will broadcast?

PRAYING FOR A TICKET

Where are you? We'll be late for the show.

The show will start in an hour. Hurry up.

ABLA FAHITA, ISIS

Moments separate us from Abla Fahita's new show,

the most anticipated event by all in the Arab Homeland.

The musical "Isis and a Thousand Suitors".

Stay tuned.

Ahh…

Mm…

Ouch!

Be gentle, Rico.

I said a hundred times I don't want interruptions!

I'm sorry, Abla.

Yvonne adjusted the dress,

and wants you to check it. Curtain call is in 30 minutes.

Unbelievable! Must I do everything myself?

Sorry, Rico. We'll do my lower back after the break.

Hand me that.

-Where is Abla? -She's trying on the dress.

What is it Shakankiri?

Slight problem at the box office, Abla.

There are four missing tickets.

Oh my God! How?

Those are expensive!

Who's responsible for the tickets?

Caro does everything around here.

Hm.

Caro... Carcoura.

Come. Mama wants to have a word.

Yes, Mommy.

Just because your mom is rich and famous,

does not mean you steal from her.

What?

Out with the tickets and I might let them forgive you.

Are you doubting the way you raised me?

Search her!

Are you kidding? I did not take them.

You took them, not me!

I don't recall that.

Remember, Mommy! Caro is innocent!

-Have mercy! -The dress. There's no time, Abla.

Tie her up backstage. Either she confesses,

or I remember.

No, not the backstage!

The dress is finally fixed, and it looks perfect on you.

No, the corsage is not tight enough to show my curves.

Why? It looks amazing!

Amazing? It doesn't do my cleavage justice!

Throw the dress in Yvonne's face.

-Let her tighten up the bust. -Tighten it up?

And pinch the waist.

To Abla…

Actually, wait, Amin.

Write:

"To the Star of the People."

No matter what we write, she won't show interest.

Why are you such a party pooper, Amin? Smile and be happy.

We are going to a party.

I'm worried we might end up looking like fools.

This woman is arrogant and never pays attention to anyone.

Have you forgotten last time, when she kicked us out?

Now we're going back to see her, and paying her money too?

- Spend and you shall gain. -Fine.

Step on it, Saad. You’re going slow.

The day will come,

when justice will be served.

-Oppressors! -I said I won't!

I won't wear eyeliner! Do you understand?

Abla, we have no time! We need to raise the curtain now!

I'm not going up until someone coughs up the money of the four missing tickets!

What money? No one mentioned that to me.

Abla.

What do you want?

There's a woman outside asking for you. Her name is Odette. She's with two women,

saying they're your friends from St. Fatima Widows Association.

-Damn them. Are they here? -Yes.

-Let them in. -Yes.

Odette was actually the one who took the tickets!

One for her, one for Abla Safina, and one for Fayza.

See?

But that still leaves one missing ticket.

Because Abla Safina takes up two seats, remember?

Let me down!

All right, let her down. I forgive you this time.

But next time you better remember.

-Forgive me for what? -Abla, there is no time!

Fine. Hand me the eyeliner.

Bring the eyeliner, close the door and raise the curtains. Go!

May this eyeliner be a curse upon every oppressor!

- Oh, Lord! -I'm sure she's not talking about me.

Hear this, Hamis.

Have you heard, Ramses?

Your Majesty.

Send in the suitors!

Next!

Next!

Let him come meet his fate.

I have made my choice.

I choose myself.

Oh my!

Damn you, Yvonne!

Let's hope she likes it.

BREAKING-NUDE ON AIR!

ABLA FAHITA'S SCANDAL WATCH BEFORE IT'S DELETED

ABLA NAKED

Of course, she's saying that she forgot to wear the dress.

But I am sure she did that on purpose.

Fahita should stay home.

Never show her face again.

THREE MONTHS LATER

I love it. It's heavy with bread and cheese…

What's wrong, my dear Boudi? Did you poop?

Uh-uh.

Are you hungry like me?

My darling!

Caro!

Carcoura!

Why are not you answering, naughty? Are you done preparing lunch?

Do you call this lunch?

It's boiled egg.

It's called egg soup.

-Who is calling me now? -Must be people wanting money.

Or that Mango guy of yours.

It's him.

Don't you get tired of this?

What is this? Call someone else.

Stop it, Carcoura.

Don't slurp when having the soup, dear.

Well, it tastes horrible.

But it's full of calcium.

Ouch! Stop, Boudi. Easy or you might choke.

Lose the grumpy face, it's bad luck.

We are already out of luck.

Well, it's all your fault.

Why? Did I forgot to wear the dress?

No, but you forgot to remind me to wear it.

It's part of your responsibilities as my daughter.

As your daughter, let me remind you that you can sell that dress,