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My name is Laila, and this is me on the floor doing the usual dance
with my husband Rasheed.
He once said
Half the women in this city would kill to have a husband like him. They would KILL for it. I guess I'm lucky.
But before we get to this point of the story, let's start from the beginning.
So many years ago,
Rasheed met a young women named
Mariam.
And he was like
WHAT"S UP BABY?
And Mariam was like NO!
And Rasheed was like
NO TO WHAT?! I was gonna ask for your hand.
And do you, Mariam jan, accept this man
as your husband
SHE DOES!
Actually she has
to say it herself. Yes...
Since then,
Rasheed had one intention. I want a son.
But that never happened.
Hi, I'm Doctor Chau. What's going on? I think I'm pregnant.
Oh, let me see.
Oh. Oh! I think
you got a miscarriage.
Rasheed would mistreat Mariam
beat her, torture her, for this. They tried again and again.
Same deal.
"I hate you!"
Then the war came, and everything fell into chaos.
Shoot!
Many people died, and I never thought that death would be so tangible until one day a rocket landed on my house.
Are you OK?
ERMAGOD! Oh my god!
I survived, but my parents did not. Rasheed took me in
and we married. Who's this harami? Shut up! Go get help and make me a sandwich!
And this did not make Mariam happy,
especially when Rasheed and I had a son. MOMMY! DADDY!
AYE!
[Making a sandwich...]
Where's my spatula?
I don't know.
I know you took it.
No, I didn't. You took my Rasheed. No, I didn't.
Initially, to Rasheed
Mariam was like his Hyundai and I was his Benz.
But soon, we both became useless to him.
Then, we're back here again. Rasheed continued to torture both of us. But even with this pain and hardship,
we found
the power to shine, on the inside, with the brilliance of one thousand suns.
They say, women have to do only one thing in life
and that's to endure.
Cuz we aren't FAZED by nuttin'!
well, except the people in the CVHS annex.