Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips
If you look like you believe it, then they will too.
The ground became weak under our feet,
scorched by the fiery eyes of the Northern Deserts,
I'm late already because you took so long to load the truck.
- I am bringing a letter protesting my husband's arrest... - Just go home.
Baba! Is he alive?
The bus she was traveling on hit a land mine.
What if he comes back?
What, you don't charge for bad news?
Peace be upon you. Are you Fattema?
You asked me before about the man who used to sit there... the teacher.
They just sit there and they look at the sea with their sunglasses on
Someone will come for us the day after tomorrow to take us away.
- Really? - Definitely.
Maybe they'll find a husband for you too and your troubles will be over.
She's not a child anymore, she tells me.
I am Shauzia! Remember? From school?
I will get the bag of seed back before spring.
Help him, please.
Then they ran back to the Hindu Kush mountains where their master lay...
My father is a teacher.
My son is away. We must wait for him to return.
But, sir, can I please have six apples?
Don't worry about that now.
- The teacher... - Is he alive?
Come out now!
She is my wife.
And bring Baba's walking stick. We have to get going.
Tomorrow is Wednesday.
♪ Now close your eyes ♪
Tell me more about the boy.
Please take us out of Kabul
Where is he being taken?
To see if you're strong enough to work for me.
- We manage all right out there. - "We"?
Parvana, this is only half a bucket.
It's either ours, or the mice eat it.
They wrote back, and it was accepted.
the land of the noble.
What in the name of the merciful are you doing here?
- You watch what you say! - That's enough. Come on.
Baba, that's not what I meant.
We're out of water. You didn't bring enough this morning.
Where's your burqa? Why are you dressed like this outside your house?
Until you're found out and taken away from me?
All the empires forgot about us,
We are a land whose people are its greatest treasure.
What is it you seek?
- How much do I owe you? - It's okay. I...
I'm laying out Soraya's good clothes.
You become a man.
you can see a bright outline around it.
Hey, you! What do you think you're doing?
- How much did you make? - A thousand.
If they're rich, they would buy my blue stones,
- How are you feeling? - Better.
the poor villagers cried bitter tears.
The boy ran faster and so did his pursuer.
and each time there were survivors.