Sand Storm (Sufat Chol)

Don't touch the phone when you drive.

My exam grades came in.

-Keep your eye on the road! -Wait. I am.

So what did you get?

-No. -Why not?

Guess.

I don't know. 90?

Close. 63.

No, seriously.

I'm serious. 63.

What do you mean, 63?

How did you get 63?

Dad.

Layla, your eyes.

Your eyes.

At least I tried?

God help us if you don't try harder.

Oh, really.

Stop.

Hello.

Greetings.

Congratulations on the wedding.

-I'll see you there. -I'm coming.

-You're covered in dust. -Great.

-Your mother's gonna kill you. -Me?

Stop it! My dress.

Next time I'll teach you how to bypass.

Really?

When?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Nothing, huh?

Go tell Mom we're here.

I think she already knows.

I know, I'm late.

Wait.

-What is it? -You can't go in now.

-Why not? -There are women in there.

I have to put the bed together.

Layla.

-Lift it higher. -I am.

Then higher.

That's the room, on the right.

No, this is their bedroom.

Did Dad paint this himself?

Yes.

He had to take you driving today of all days?

Jalila, where are you?

-They're coming, Jalila! -Shit...

It's nothing.

You call this nothing? I can't go out like this!

So go change your dress.

Go get me one.

What? A dress?

Yes. I'll wait here.

-They'll be here any second. -What do you want me to do?

What are you doing?

Getting you a dress.

Getting you a dress.

Get undressed. There's no time.

Move out of the way.

Move.

Welcome.

I'm Jalila, Suliman's first wife.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Go on in.

Go on in.

Tasnim!

-Tasnim, why aren't you wearing a dress? -Because!

-You're not going over there! -Dad says I can.

What are you wearing?

Drop it.

Here, get it over with.

You wouldn't believe the house he built her.

Don't worry about it now.

Come on.

Let's talk about it some other time.

God will take care of it.

Please think about it, Suliman. The boy is driving me crazy.

It'll be all right.

When?

-Let her graduate first. -What does she need college for?

Munir makes good money. He'll give her a nice home.

-Hello. -Greetings.

Congratulations.

Hello.

-A thousand congratulations. -Thank you so much.

With God's help, you'll be more generous at my second wedding.

Hello! How are you?

-Is Munir Jamil's brother? -Yes.

Yuck, he's so fat.

Sanumi, that's not nice.

Write down $200.

Welcome, please have a seat.

Hello?

Hello?

Who is this?

No, this is definitely not Layla.

Tell me it's not what I think.

It's not, he's just a guy from school.

Tell him to never talk to you again.

Lulu...

Hello?

Lulu? Can you hear me?

Don't you dare call her again. Understood?

Hello.

Greetings.

Congratulations.

Same to you.

How was the wedding?

All right?

Good morning.

Good morning.

Did you manage to remove all the hairpins?

Sort of. Suliman helped me.

Great.

What a mess, huh?

As long as you enjoyed it.

Thank God.

Except for the mixtape. I was hoping we'd have a DJ.

Jalila, what are you doing?

I'm almost done.

-Samir and Jamil said they'd clean up. -It's all right.

-But why? -I can do it myself.

What's with the boxes?

I thought...

Thought what?

I need clothes for the new house.

Please.

No problem.

-We're leaving. -Have fun.

-Do you need anything...? -I don't need anything.

Hurry up.

One second.

What's the hurry?

Next time wake up when you're told.

Stop! It's wet.

Mom.

-Wash it again. -I'm not doing it again.

Why not?

Because I'm late.

Late for what, exactly?

What do you mean?

-I can't miss classes right now... -You should've thought of it before.

Alright, go.

Bye.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What?

You can't keep me locked in the house.

Mom!

I won't talk to him, I promise.

Dad would never allow this.

Too bad for you he isn't here.

Turn on the light.

-What? -Turn it on.

Son of a bitch.

To the right!

Now the left.

Hold it for a second.

Stop, stop! Enough.

Now what?

Turn it harder.

I am.

-Turn it as hard as you can. -I'm turning it as hard as I can!

-Let me. -Wait.

Great.

Great job.

Really, great job.

What are you doing?

We'll wash the laundry by hand.

No way! You lost it!

I lost it? Me?

Tell me, how long has this been going on?

A week? Two? A month? More?

How long have you been lying?

And what for?

Some boy from another tribe? I don't understand you.

I really don't.

Do you want to leave?

No.

Then what do you want?

I love him.

You're never going to see him again. You hear me? Forget about him.

Get to work.

Layla.

Layla!

What are you listening to?

Check it out.

Again?

-What? -Don't you get tired of this song?

You don't understand anything.

I was just listening to Ahlam's new song.

-She's got a new song? -Yes.

-I'll send it to you? -Mmm.

Ah, no.

Why?

I don't think my mom will like her.

Oh, right.