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CERTAIN ASPECTS HAVE BEEN FICTIONALIZED FOR STORYTELLING PURPOSES.
ANY SIMILARITY TO ACTUAL PERSONS OR EVENTS IS NOT INTENDED.
Good morning.
Saudi Arabia has been elected to Security Council non-permanent membership,
which will be a two-year membership that starts at the beginning of next year.
As soon as the announcement was made, Saudi Arabia…
Some religious scholars say that a woman must cover up all her arms,
while some say only to the wrist,
and some say till half of the forearm.
90% of our problems are not just fate and destiny.
Instead, they are due to our own shortcomings.
Good morning, beautiful.
Peace be upon you, cutie.
Don't be late like last time.
-Good morning, Atiq. -Good morning.
SECONDARY SCHOOL 2300 FOR GIRLS
FROM THE ASHES
A DAY EARLIER SECONDARY SCHOOL 2300 FOR GIRLS
Cover up. Cover up. Cover up, girl.
May Allah guide you. May Allah guide you.
Hmm.
Very good.
YOUR SCHOOL IS YOUR SECOND HOME KEEP IT TIDY
The class of the month is the senior class, Science Division G.
Well done.
A truly ideal student with perfect manners and high grades,
she stands out among her peers.
And above all, she respects all her teachers.
A student who every mother would wish her daughter was like.
The student of the month is
Amira Saeed.
Student of this month and every month. Like there's no one else but her.
There goes the nerd.
The morning inspection.
THE IDEAL STUDENT
Oh wow! Would you look at that?
You think I can't see you or what?
Spit out the chewing gum!
Yes, you, Mashael! Do I have to specifically call you out?
-Quickly. -Nails.
Quick.
-Nails. -Cigarettes, huh?
Your hands.
Go stand there.
Oh wow! Would you look at that? Step out of the line.
Stand with the offenders.
And you, what's all this makeup?
Step out of the line. Go with the offenders.
When I reach you, show your hands immediately.
Show me your nails.
I said show me your nails!
Well, well. So when's the wedding?
You know, this is for my cousin's wedding, actually, ma'am.
Are you going to school or your cousin's wedding?
Remove the nail polish immediately. Don't get up in my hair.
What? Is she shampoo?
Girl!
There is nothing funny!
Go stand by the vice principal's office.
It was funny.
Yes!
It won't be when you get written up, huh.
And you, stop laughing,
or I swear you'll go with her and get written up.
MY SCHOOL'S CLEANLINESS IS A TESTAMENT TO MY CIVILITY
Where did you hide the gum today?
In my sock.
To the vice principal's office.
Quickly.
Listen to me, Heba, and stand up straight!
This attitude of yours won't help you,
nor will it make you better than everyone.
Focus on you and your classes, or else!
This is the last time I pull you out of the line.
Do you understand?
All right.
And you, out with the gum now.
Go to your classes.
Quickly!
All right, girls. Before I go, let me congratulate Amira once again.
And for that, I have arranged for another student speech contest.
You'll submit your written speeches by first period tomorrow
so I can choose one.
The winner's name will be added to the list of honor, all right?
Who wants to participate?
Excellent. So, as I said, have the speeches ready by tomorrow, okay?
Bless you all.
Why bother when we all know the outcome?
What do you mean, Heba?
I mean, we all know that, in the end, you'll choose Amira.
If I choose Amira, it's because she's exceptional.
Also, I have no problems with any of you, Heba.
You're all equal to me.
I promise you,
if you write a suitable speech, I'll choose you.
But do the work first.
Yeah, we'll see.
Give it your best.
I'm too busy for that.
What was that?
No, no, nothing.
Tomorrow, I'll be the first to hand in the speech.
I hope so.
Goodbye, girls.
-Afaf. -Hmm.
Hey, Afaf.
I hear you loud and clear.
I got you this. It's new.
My God, Mahasin.
Is there any herb in all of Sudan that you haven't brought me yet?
Nah, nah, nah, nah.
This is nothing like the other herbs.
It's from Al Qadarif.
It'll help you get pregnant so you can have a little baby.
You always bring me who-knows-what from a new city.
This time, it's from Al Qadarif. And last time, it was from Atba.
Atbara. It's called Atbara.
If you don't take it, it's your loss.
Listen, Mahasin,
all the girls in this school are my children.
As for the pregnancy…
…God has finally blessed me.
You don't say!
You're pregnant? Since when?
And you didn't tell me.
I only knew yesterday.
Congratulations.
May God fulfill it and bless you and give you happiness.
Yay!
Keep it down.
I'm celebrating.
Celebrate elsewhere.
It's rejected?
Afaf, I'm short of teachers.
And there's no such thing as "pregnancy leave."
It's called maternity leave.
You get it before you give birth.
Principal Hayat, I was supposed to go back to my hometown.
I know how stressed you are. It's your first pregnancy.
But if you have any medical issues,
get me a report, and I'll approve your leave.
-Ms. Mahasin. -Yes?
How is Rana's grade?
Let me check.
RANA HAMAD - 13.5
Mashallah, Rana. God bless your daughter. She's always one of the top students.
SUBJECT: FIQH - DATE: 10/1/1434 HIJRI TOPIC: VIRTUE OF WASHING THE DEAD
For the next class, each of you will bring her shroud
because we will be learning how to shroud the deceased.
WASHING THE DEAD
How depressing.
For your information, Mashael,
when you were born, they wrapped you in cloth.
And when you die, they will once again wrap you in cloth.
The cloth that covers us up and guards our modesty.
That's why God ordered women to be covered and wear a hijab.
What about men? Do they get covered in silk?
They are not like us.
There is no comparison
because women tempt men.
Wasn't Potiphar's wife tempted by Joseph?
Would you like to give the class instead of me, Heba?
You said it yourself. Joseph the messenger, peace be upon him.
He cannot be compared to humans.
Stop being uncouth and respect the curriculum.
And religion.
Pass these around.
Ms. Huda is absent.
The period after recess will be for activities.
So get ready because you'll be tidying up the storeroom…
This is so boring.
I hate it.
…until you all learn not to argue with me.
But we haven't done anything.
One person's mischief affects all.
"But we haven't done anything."
What a pain.
Quiet!
Tell Principal Hayat what happened.
Out of nowhere, Mona pulled her eyes like that
and said to me, "You only see things horizontally?"
And all the girls laughed at me.
Ms. Seham, take her to your office and let her write a complaint.
I complain about her and her friends every day,
and nothing happens to them!
What do you want me to do?
Your classmates are joking with you. Deal with it. Say something back to them.
Go to my office, Jameela, and I will follow you. Go.
The girls have gone too far.
This may lead us to doors we don't want to open.
Sometimes, glass shatters.
If we allow that bullying to continue, it will become dangerous.
-You see how the girls are. -Seham.
Life is full of problems.
If a girl cannot take a few words from her classmates and falls apart,
how will she go out and face life?
Let her write a complaint and toughen up.
Please, ma'am, please!
I promise I'll get you the money first thing in the morning.
Girl!
We do not accept credit.
If you have cash, then pay.
If you don't…
CANTEEN
…then don't hold up the line. Move along.
Oops.
Didn't see you.
-You're kidding, right? -Amira.
Don't pay her any mind. I'll give you one of my sandwiches.
It's not the sandwich, Rana.
-Why are you picking on me, huh? -Girl!
Get lost, or I'll be having you for breakfast.
It's all right, Heba. And you, come on. Come with me.
Are you okay? It doesn't matter.
If she wasn't friends with the principal's daughter,
I would show her the "what for."
Ah, well.
Eat up.
Sh!
Why did you complain about Mona?
Huh?
My teddy bear. No one complains about her.
I'm not a bear.
-Only I can call you a bear. -Okay.
Not you.
Principal Hayat, could you please listen to this problem?
I have an important meeting at the court.
Don't come running to me all the time. Fix it.
Go write them up.
VICE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE
Sweetheart, let your father come and complain about them.
Maybe then they'll finally be expelled.
Even I am sick of them.
No, no. I can't bother my father with such problems.
I don't want to harm them. I just want them to leave me alone.
Okay, all right. I'll write them up. You can go.
Poor girl, Amira. I really feel for her. All the girls are bullying her.
The only poor one here is me.
She goes to handle her court issues, and I have to be in charge on her behalf.
To be honest, the principal's role suits you.
Come here.
Come on. It was a terrible scam.
Oh, look at that cover. Have you ever seen something more awful?
Oh, it seems like an amateur has drawn this.
PHYSICS
Finally, we'll have new books to replace the filthy ones we have.
New books. As if it matters to her.
Listen, keep your tongue inside your mouth,
or you'll find the entire Arab history in your face.
What a pain.
Hey! Where to?
-Listen. -Hmm.
I'm going to take my mom's phone and talk to Saad.
No one must see me or notice me. Don't let me get caught.
Look at you. How romantic.
FRESHMAN HISTORY, GEOGRAPHY, GRAMMAR
STOREROOM
CLEANING STORAGE
Hello, Saad.
How are you?
Oh my! Would you look at that?
I thought I would find the storeroom all tidied up. What's this?
No, ma'am. We really were tidying up.
You call this tidying up?
The storeroom was tidier before you all came!
Back to class, all of you.
I can't rely on you for anything. Mona, leave the books!
Come on. Back to class.
I swear I'll write you both up. Move it!
Okay, bye now. I'll talk to you later. Bye.
Bye. Bye.
Where…
Girl, come in.
Oh.Your money.
He's taken.
Look at this one. He's very cute.
I don't like any of them.
Those are the only ones.
The rest are all taken. Look.
-I don't like any of them. -Look at this one. So handsome.
No, no, Marzouka.
Look! Look at this one!
-Where? -This one is handsome.
Marzouka, he's not. None of them are interesting.
My money.
You think looking is for free?
No, sweetie.
What do you mean? Give me my money.
The next week, I have a new batch. They're fabulous.
My money.
No money, my dear. Go back to your class.
Amira.
Hey, girl!
Wait up. Why are you running like that?
My dad will be discharged from the hospital today.
Really?
-Thank God for his recovery. -Thank you.
Tell me, how is Uncle Saeed doing now?
He's not better yet, but at least he'll be back home.
Thank God. He'll be well again before you know it.
SECONDARY SCHOOL 2300 FOR GIRLS
Did Fawzeiya's boy attend the session?
He keeps postponing the court sessions.
But the bills show that I'm the one paying for my daughter's expenses.
Let's see how he'll deny it.
But you're a civil servant.
The court will force him to give you what you're owed.
He filed a new suit.
Oh?
For child custody.
What? He cannot take her.
Ranno, my sweetheart.
Ms. Mahasin showed me your grades today.
If you'd have studied harder, you could have done better.
But, Mom, I got 13.5 out of 15.
That's very good.
What do you mean "good"?
That was good before. Now we want excellent.
You are the principal's daughter, so you must be a top student,
not just "good."
The girl has been studying all night long. What more do you want from her?
Stay out of it, Mom. Let me raise her.
It's all right.
Anyway, the school year's just starting, and we can improve.
Make me proud of you.
Inshallah.
Chestnuts!
Hello.
Oh wow!
I knew for sure that you'd be here.
How you've grown up! Even making chestnuts, huh?
-Yeah. -Mashallah.
I'll also make you Ma'dous, Saleeg, and Molokheya.
No, no, no. Spare us the kitchen mess and stick to painting with your father.
I knew you'd say that.
I'm supposed to be the best chef.
May God grant you happiness and success.
And good news. Her grades are out, and they're all excellent.
God bless you. Congratulations. Well done.
Come on, Saeed. You must rest.
You shouldn't be working every day in the studio.
Yes, Dad. You must rest.
Not before I finish your gift to your friend.
Look at it. It's almost done.
Her birthday is still two weeks away. We have time.
No, no, still. If we finish it early, you have a chance to edit it if you like.
Since the day Rana gave her a gift,
she's been counting the days till her birthday to give her this gift.
Gifts are a sign of love.
I'm with her on this one.
I'm sure you're happy. You just love to work.
Yes, Dad. You must rest. You just got out of the hospital.
Yeah.
Listen, my child.
Even if we die, the passion inside never dies.
And those who live life without passion are like a body without a soul.
Is this your speech for Ms. Wedad?
-Yeah. -And you're writing it just now?
No, Mom.
I've been working on it all day, not just now.
I just wanted to write a final version, you know, for the, uh…
INCOMING CALL FROM DAD
Did he call you before?
If he calls again, don't answer.
Till when, Mom?
Until he learns that going to court will not make him defeat me.
Until he becomes a real father
and stops trying to turn you against me.
Call him only when I tell you.
"Penitence," not "penance."
Oh.
Anyway… I have a court session tomorrow.
I won't be able to be at school.
I hope Ms. Wedad selects your speech
so you'll be added to the list of honor like your friend Amira.
Make me proud of you.
Yes, I hope so, Mom.
Don't be late like last time.
-Good morning, Atiq. -Good morning.
Don't forget to bring the breakfast right before recess.
Last time, it was cold.
-You can count on me. -God bless you.
Who's there?
Wait, I'm inside! Wait!
Evacuate! There's a fire, girls! Evacuate!
Evacuate, there's a fire!
Fire!
-Fire! -Quickly, girls.
Quickly, quickly, quickly!
Hello. Assalamu alaikum.
I need formal permission to evacuate the school.
There is a fire. I will not be responsible for these girls.
Vice Principal Seham from Secondary School 2300.
I need the permission now.
The defendant, Hamad Saif, has postponed the case.
Unbelievable. Again?
I've been coming back and forth for months. And for what? Nothing.
Please lower your voice. You can discuss that with the attorney.
Hello.
What? What are you saying?
What are you waiting for?
Make the doorman open the gate and get the girls out!
And Rana. Where's Rana?
Fire! Fire!
Get out of the way, all of you! Get out of the way!
Atiq!
Atiq! Open the door! Atiq!
Open the door!
-Come on! Get out quickly. -Come on! Quickly, girls!
-Quickly! Come on, girls. -There's a fire! Quickly!
-Mashael! -Quickly!
-Go downstairs! -Go downstairs quickly! Quickly!
Quickly!
-Get out quickly! -Quickly! Where's Mashael?
Heba, why are you standing here? Get out quickly!
HONORS BOARD
Why are you not moving? Go down!
Get us out of here. Open the door.
Marzouka, take them downstairs. I'll follow you.
Come on, girls! Move faster! Quickly! Go downstairs!
Come on, girls. Come on!
Let us out!
SENIORS SCIENCE DIVISION D
Open the door!
Please!
Move.
Atiq, I spoke to the principal.
Please open the gate! Open the gate!
Quickly, girls!
Quicker, quicker!
Let's go, girls!
Ms. Afaf.
Please help me. I can't stand up.
Ms. Afaf!
Ms. Afaf! Ms. Afaf!
Ms. Afaf!
Help me.
Hey, Atiq!
Open the door!
Let us out!
STUDENT OF THE MONTH AMIRA SAEED
Quickly!
Rana! Rana, come down!
Come down!
Rana, no!
Go up! Go up! Go up!
Open the door!
Can anybody hear me?
Open the door! Don't leave me here!
Rana!
Rana! Heba!
Help me!
I'm going to die.
I'm going…
Rana, why didn't you go down with the girls?
-I… -Rana!
Ah!
Fire! Fire!
Oh my God! Oh my God!
We're dying here!
-The ambulance! -There are women in there.
So what? People are dying there!
-By no means will you open this door! -Move aside now.
-No, the women cannot go outside. -Do you see who I am?
Are you out of your mind? They are dying inside.
I will show you!
Girls, clear the door! Clear the door, girls!
Clear the door!
Come on! Quicker! Quicker! Come on!
-Quickly, girls! -Move faster! Move faster, girls! Move!
The roof. Go upstairs to the roof.
Go to the roof quickly!
All of you, to the roof!
How can I go upstairs with them?
Zohour, don't worry. We'll all go upstairs, okay?
Don't worry. Stay strong.
I don't wanna be a burden. Go and leave me.
No. Don't say such things. You're not a burden on anyone, okay?
You're not a burden.
Ms. Afaf, the roof is locked.
Okay. Go to the top floor. I'll follow you. Girls!
Where are the rest of the girls?
Come and help your classmates. Help them out.
Get to the roof. I'll follow you there, even if it's locked.
Don't come down. Don't come down.
Do not leave any girl behind!
Dear Lord, have mercy.
Mashael. Mashael!
Where is your mom? Where is your mom?
Is she in school, or did she get out?
Take this. Take this, my child. Cover up. Cover up. Cover up.
Oh God! Oh God!
Oh God.
Oh God. Heba, where's Rana?
Seham. Rana. Where is Rana?
Mona, where's Rana?
I don't know.
Marzouka. Marzouka, thank God you're safe.
Marzouka, where's Rana?
-Are there still girls inside? -Calm down. We'll get them all out.
Please rest there. Please.
The roof.
Rana.
Girls!
Yes. Apart from the injured, there's one death.
They found her locked in the storeroom.
Possibly suspicious circumstances.
Ms. Afaf!
THE CATASTROPHE OF SECONDARY SCHOOL 2300 FOR GIRLS
I informed all the authorities that I was supposed to inform.
I called the principal, but that didn't work.
The doorman had locked the gate.
When you were informed of the fire, what measures did you take?
Ms. Seham called me after following the correct procedure.
She had called the education authority and the fire brigade.
Where was Amira at the time of the fire?
I don't know. I didn't see her.
I was in the toilet at the time.
You didn't notice Amira was missing?
I wasn't paying attention to anyone.
All I can remember is that I was running.
What do you remember the most about the fire?
I remember I was standing outside,
and I saw the girls with glass shattered all over them.
Who usually has the storeroom key?
It's kept in the teachers' room,
not with anybody.
Could any student take it anytime?
No, no.
So how did your student, Amira, have the key?
I gave her the key.
She had lost her book,
so I let her go take a mathematics book from the storeroom.
Who got you out of the classroom during the fire?
Ms. Afaf, may she rest in peace.
She kept screaming, "Girls, quickly. Get out, get out!"
until God gave us the strength, and we could get out, but not all of us.
So you were in class when you heard the alarm bell?
I think she answered you already. Why are you asking again?
Please, sir. Don't interrupt.
Tell me, dear.
Were you in the classroom when the alarm bell rang?
Yes, we were in the classroom.
How did your hand get burned, Rana?
I was trying to go down the stairs
when I saw Auntie Marzouka holding one of the girls,
trying to pass through the fire that looked so scary.
I tried to go down with her,
but a banner fell off between us and burned my hand.
About 40 people, students and teachers,
say you were not present at the exit gate at the time of the fire.
The teachers sent me to get them breakfast.
My God. Had I known this would happen,
I wouldn't have moved an inch away from the gate.
Why did you stop the trooper from getting the girls out of danger?
There were women inside. And he didn't have an official order.
The doorman had left the women to the fire.
Thank God for your recovery, Marzouka.
Bless you, Ms. Hayat.
They say you're visiting each one of us. Thank you.
May God bless you, ma'am.
You are my family. The girls are my daughters.
Not many people understand this.
The best principal we've ever had. You do a good job.
Honestly, God bless you.
You don't know how my heart is broken for Amira and Ms. Afaf.
May they rest in peace.
You didn't see Ms. Afaf
when she was struggling to get the girls to safety.
And Amira, my sweet Amira.
My heart goes out to her.
But I'm sure, Ms. Hayat, that you'll find out who locked her in.
God will lead you.
No one knows who did it.
Someone knows.
God bless you.
Assalamu alaikum.
My condolences.
Umm Amira,
my condolences.
You were responsible for my daughter. How did you lose her?
I understand what you are going through. May God console you.
My daughter was fine when she left my house.
She went to your school, under your responsibility.
They set her on fire and buried her in the storeroom.
Where were you? Where?
Answer me. Who locked her in?
Who burned her and burned my heart with her?
Who killed her?
Your answer will console me.
Answer! Say something!
Why are you silent?
Answer me!
May God suffice me!
Oh, my girl! Amira!
Oh God!
I still can't believe Amira is dead.
It's a path we all end up taking, my girl.
Death is inevitable.
Listen, stay here with me. Don't go to school.
I enjoy your company.
That's the reality of it.
We cannot change fate.
Right now, it's been over two weeks since the fire.
We'll come to school in the evening to finish our curriculum
while workers restore the building by day.
Unfortunately,
the fire took from us a great educator
and an ideal student.
May they rest in peace.
It tarnished the reputation of the school.
That's why I've decided no student may leave class without her teacher.
And no teacher may send a student on any errand.
Starting from today…
no leniency for any violation of the rules.
All the school doors are open.
If you want to learn, you're welcome.
If you don't,
you can leave.
Now, all of you, open your bags. I need to inspect them.
Anyone with prohibited items, hand them over to me.
Principal Hayat.
Listen, Seham,
I've decided to conduct an investigation
to find out how this disaster happened.
But what could we do more than the police?
Seham, the police don't know the relationships among our students
like we do.
So we must give them a hand
and set a good example for all other schools.
Well, well. Cigarettes? You smoke?
Step aside.
I want all the students' violation records now.
I have them on a flash memory. All the paperwork got burned.
Excellent. Get it.
This is bad.
-What do you have on you? -My phone.
Didn't we say that each day only one of us would bring it?
I don't know. It just happened.
-Hide it quickly. -All right, hush. We'll get caught.
-Sh! -Don't you want to quit?
Step aside.
PRINCIPAL HAYAT RADY
This is Mona's phone. I searched it and found some disturbing messages.
WE'LL BURN IT THE PUNISHMENT WILL BE SEVERE
I printed their conversation, and here are the records.
YOU TOOK A PHOTO? DELETE IT. IT LOOKS STUPID. WE'LL BURN IT.
DON'T BE LATE. IF THEY FIND OUT THIS TIME, THE PUNISHMENT WILL BE SEVERE.
I'm sure that our investigation will uncover how Amira got locked in
and who started the fire.
Bring me the girls.
Are these the records of students or the Mafia?
As far as I'm concerned, the three of you are suspects.
You lured Amira to the storeroom and took photos of her.
Maybe you locked her in and set the school on fire.
What? What are you saying?
You? You're the last one to speak.
Stand still and listen.
You had this conversation on your phones, correct?
It's very clear that you planned your crime.
No, ma'am. You misjudged us.
Ma'am, the girls just wanted to celebrate my birthday at school. That's it.
And that day, I had bought a candle for her birthday.
It was long and stupid.
So I took a picture of it. They laughed at me, and I deleted it.
Correct.
And we know we have a lot of violations in our records,
so I said to Mona that if they caught us, the punishment will be severe.
Incredible how quick you all are at making up stories.
Ma'am, the whole conversation with the picture is on my phone.
If you promise not to write me up again, I can show it to you.
Show me.
Sorry, but could you look the other way, please?
So I can take the phone out.
Here.
Can I have the phone back?
Leave it with me.
Mona, stay here.
Ms. Seham, take the rest and wait outside.
Clean that filth off of your brows.
Ma'am, please, no.
If I take it off, I'll look like a fool, and all the girls will laugh at me.
Shall we call your parents?
How would you describe your relationship with Amira?
Ma'am, don't make me think of her.
I'm a very sensitive person. I can't take it.
Whenever Amira is mentioned, I get upset.
Do you feel guilty?
There's an incident of you locking her in the computer lab.
I was joking with her that day.
COMPUTER LAB
Heba, I forgot the math homework.
You're joking, right?
No.
Oh God, Mona. I was counting on copying it from you.
Now what do we do?
What do we do?
-What do we do? -I'm thinking. I'm thinking. Let me think.
Listen, there's only one solution.
You copy it from the nerd. Then I copy it from you.
Hmm, that's right.
Amira, give me your math homework before the teacher arrives.
-Really? -Yes.
I will not give you my work.
Why not?
It's my hard work.
Do your own.
Follow me.
Hey!
Quickly!
If we had the key, I would lock her in so she wouldn't make it to Ms. Wedad's class.
Open the door!
-That's to teach you to give us your work. -Girls!
What's going on?
I want to know, why do you keep doing that to your classmate?
Huh?
No answer?
Wait for me at Ms. Seham's office. Now! Go! Move!
You are under a microscope.
But suppose I believe you.
Who do you think would do that to Amira?
I can't accuse anyone, ma'am. No, no. I don't know.
Get out and call Heba.
What did she want?
I'm not sure, but she keeps bringing up past violations.
But didn't she know about our previous violations?
I don't think so,
but it looks like she wants to… blame us for locking up Amira.
She wants you now.
-What for? -I don't know, Heba.
Move.
You are the one I have been the most lenient with.
Don't worry, ma'am. I'm graduating in a month.
It's sweet that you think you'll graduate with all these violations.
An immoral act.
Why did you go to the bathroom with Mashael?
We were just talking on the phone. I swear.
May God forgive whoever reported us.
And who do you think reported you?
Amira, may she rest in peace.
And that is a strong motive for you to hurt her and hate her.
No, ma'am, no. It's true that I didn't like her.
It's fine. Not everyone has to like each other.
But, of course, I'd never lock her in and cause her death.
Really?
In my view, you are suspect number one.
And not because of the bathroom incident.
There is something else.
Proof in your own handwriting.
Isn't this your handwriting?
Shall I remind you of what you wrote?
"I wish I could erase Amira from the school and from existence."
Go, Heba.
And tell your friends to go. We'll continue tomorrow.
Assalamu alaikum. Warahmatullah
Assalamu alaikum. Warahmatullah.
You should thank God for your safety.
Mom, I cannot sleep.
Even when I can, nightmares wake me up.
Sweetheart, you'll get over the shock.
No one lives forever. Isn't that right?
Take this pill.
Here. It will help you sleep.
You don't need to go to school.
Stay home for a few days.
Good evening.
Honey, for the love of God, your daughter is still young.
Don't give her sleeping pills.
Rana is in shock, and she needs to rest.
She needs to sleep.
Fine. You're always right.
-Hello. -Yes?
I really think we should talk directly to each other
instead of through our attorneys.
Talk about what? Talking is over.
Seriously, Hayat?
All these lawsuits and courtroom complaints.
They don't suit your name and reputation, Hayat.
I kept sending you a thousand riyals every month,
willingly and wholeheartedly, and I trusted you.
Suddenly, you deny this and demand from me six years of expenses?
And you think a thousand riyals is enough?
Do you know how much your daughter spends a day?
Or are you really that out of touch?
And you being so "in touch,"
where has this gotten you with our daughter?
You left her, and you left your school in chaos for what?
So you can fight with me in court over some money, Hayat?
You denied me the right to see my daughter in normal places.
And when you allowed me to see her,
she was in the hospital being treated for burns.
And the second time at the police station, testifying about the death of her friend.
Are these your achievements with our daughter, Hayat?
How are you blaming and accusing me?
You will never be able to handle the responsibilities of raising a child
and ensuring that she's in the best and safest place.
Please enough. We have nothing more to talk about.
In court only.
Are you done ranting?
Every day, the same story.
God has given you plenty. You don't need his money.
I don't care about his money. What makes me mad is his disregard.
For six years, he didn't ask about her,
and now that he's married to another woman, who gave him a boy?
"I'm building family ties," he says! I swear he will never see his daughter.
It will never be over like this.
Wow, your school record is full of achievements.
You sell cigarettes to students.
It seems you're an expert smuggler.
No way, ma'am. It was just one time.
How am I an expert? I am really sorry.
Forget about the cigarettes.
Tell me,
who do you think drew Amira on the board?
Wasn't it you?
Ma'am, when Ms. Afaf kicked us out of the storeroom,
and we went back to class.
It was Heba that drew Amira on the board, not me.
Clap your hands!
Hey, hey!
Clap your hands for Mona!
What's all this nonsense and vulgarity?
Is this a school or a wedding hall?
Which lowlife drew this on the board?
Amira, come with me.
Be quiet!
I'm gonna go have a look.
I never told anything to anyone except Heba, I swear to God.
What you saw was not what you imagined.
Your Ms. Wedad was consoling Amira after you all had bullied her.
TEACHERS' ROOM
Ms. Seham was standing at the door.
She saw them, and then she told me.
So much imagination and no integrity. Why do you hate Amira?
I don't hate her. Why would I hate her? There was nothing between me and her.
What about the report of cheating?
Didn't Amira tell on you?
Isn't it better to just study for the exam?
It's so easy.
Will you stop your preaching, or should I glue your mouth shut, huh?
Unlike you, we have a life.
What a pain.
Girls, put your desks back.
Oh, really?
Stand up.
Go stand by the board.
When did you write all that?
How do you even read these?
It needs a telescope.
You're too much. You could outwit the devil himself.
Amira.
Was Mashael with them?
Stand up.
Go over there.
Ma'am, I only got upset that day,
but I have a kind heart, and I don't hold grudges.
Anyway, Amira told on Heba and Mona too. Not just me.
I don't know why you all hate Amira and envy her
and try to hurt her reputation merely because she's an excellent student.
Ma'am, I swear there's nothing between me and Amira.
I didn't do anything to her. I never hurt her--
Enough, enough! Sh! Enough! Go away!
Rana.
You don't want to play?
In Allah, we seek refuge from Satan.
In the name of Allah, who with his name nothing can cause harm,
he is the all-hearing, all-knowing.
What's wrong with you, my child?
How long have I been asleep?
You took the pill and slept right away.
Try to go back to sleep. Try.
In the name of Allah.
I'm right here. Don't worry.
Yes, come.
I want you to tell Principal Hayat what you were just telling me.
And next time, don't raise your voice at me.
I'll still let the school hear that you tarnished my name!
Why did you give my message to Hayat?
To tarnish my reputation and ruin my future, clearly!
First, lower your voice. Second, it's Principal Hayat.
You really are so crass and rude!
At least I am not like you,
pretending to be pious while you are full of sin!
-Calm down! -Get off!
Stop! Enough!
Not one word, especially from you!
Ms. Seham, write a report with all the details.
Grandma.
Grandma, where are you? Where did you go?
-Here. I'm here, Ranno. -Where were you?
Another nightmare?
Uh, Uncle Saeed was here?
Uh, Amira's dad was here?
Yes, he was. Why are you so frightened?
No, but why? Did something happen?
He brought you a gift.
A gift. For me?
Yes.
But what for?
Ah, Ranno. Gift means "gift."
He says his daughter, may she rest in peace,
asked him to paint a special painting for you for your birthday.
God bless.
Amira's dad is a real artist.
May your daughter rest in peace, and may God console you.
Come and see. Come and see.
God bless.
What's wrong?
Grandma…
You miss her? I know. I know, my dear girl, that you miss her.
Parting is difficult.
There's no power or strength except with Allah.
Talk to me, my dear. Let it out. Tell me.
It's my fault.
I'm the one who killed Amira.
What are you talking about?
On the day of the fire…
I was worried that Ms. Wedad might choose Amira
and write her name on the list of honor.
Then I heard Amira saying
she was going to get a math book from the storeroom.
Once she left the classroom,
I followed her.
She went in the storeroom and left the key in the door.
So I locked her in.
Who's there?
Wait, I'm inside! Wait!
All I was thinking about was having my name on the list of honor
so my mom wouldn't be mad at me.
Rana, you're not yourself.
It must be all the medication your mother keeps giving you.
No, Grandma. I'm not hallucinating.
During the investigation, I was afraid, so I lied.
But this is the truth. I am the one who locked her in.
I just wish my hand would be cut off before I did it.
My love. Sweetheart, for the love of God,
for my sake, no one must ever hear this.
And forget that you ever told me in the first place, okay?
I tell you what, you'd better get some sleep.
Come have a bite to eat and then go to sleep.
Grandma, I swear to you.
All your friends agreed that you hate Amira
and that you hurt her the most.
Yes, and what's new?
The whole school knows that I don't like Amira.
And my friends know me very well.
And you know them very well?
What do you mean?
When you were in the bathroom with Mashael,
do you think it was Amira who reported you?
Yes. Who else would it be?
Promise me you won't hurt her or lay a hand on her
because if that happens, I'll expel you.
I won't tell anyone or do anything. I just want to know.
Mona?
This world keeps smacking me across the face,
each time worse than the last.
What a shame that your good friend reported you
and added an offense to your record.
I think she likes Amira.
Who likes Amira?
Mona?
Mona is the biggest hypocrite with what she's done to me and Mashael.
And Mona is the one who hates Amira most in the first place.
Especially after she got her in trouble for going out with Mashael and Saad.
I'm listening. Go on.
Mashael has a boyfriend called Saad.
At the end of last year,
she introduced Mona to Saad's friend,
and the two of them skipped school to go meet the boys.
And Amira knew that.
When they were late,
Amira got scared for them and reported them to Ms. Seham.
Then, Ms. Seham made a huge problem out of it.
And because of this problem, Mona's father got her married.
Heba, leave.
Mona! Mashael!
Honestly, you would have every right to hate Amira
and want to get revenge on her.
-We would never do such a thing. -What? Of course not!
-What kind of talk is that? -I'm not accusing you.
Honestly, if I had the same experience you had with her,
I would feel the same thing.
Especially when she snitched about you going out with Saad.
His name is Saad?
Poor Marzouka, your mom.
She stayed mad at you for three months.
That's, of course, nothing compared to what happened to you.
When your father learned about you going out with Saad,
he forced you to marry.
Your dad is really harsh.
How he could marry you off like that?
You stayed married for only two months and then got divorced?
Your record only says that you skipped school one day.
All what you had to go through because of going out with Saad.
I wouldn't have known if Heba hadn't told me.
That means the two of you are still suspects.
Why do you think Heba told me?
It's obvious. To throw suspicion off her.
Heba is not actually accused of anything.
She only has the motive of hate.
There is no proof she was at the storeroom.
Yes, there is.
The day of the fire,
Amira was going to the storeroom to get a math book
to replace the one she had lost.
No one knew how or when she lost it.
But I know.
The day before, I saw Heba take Amira's book.
The next day, she told me that she ripped it up.
But Heba could deny all this.
And even if she didn't, there is testimony stating that she was in the bathroom.
After Ms. Wedad's class, Heba said she went to the bathroom.
So this proves that she was not present in the storeroom.
Come in, Heba.
Heba!
Come in.
Anyway… I'm required to present all this to the police.
I hope they don't focus on motives,
or else you will be in a very vulnerable position.
Principal Hayat,
Heba did leave the classroom after Ms. Wedad's class,
and she went to the bathroom that day.
But not right away.
She left the classroom before me
and entered the bathroom a while after I did.
Was this enough time for her to go to the storeroom and lock her in?
Yes, absolutely.
What are you saying? Are you crazy?
You ratted me out when I was defending you.
Only the three of us and Ms. Seham knew about Saad.
The whole thing was forgotten, and you are the reason we are here now.
What do you mean no one knew about it?
Is that why Mona had to get married? Because no one knew about it?
She never mentioned it after that day.
You should be thankful that I stood by you and was a friend to you,
the daughter of the cleaning lady.
Good news.
The three of you are expelled from school.
We haven't done anything.
Can you accept my apology, Seham?
You're apologizing to me?
Remember when you warned me about the girls' bullying?
I wish I had listened to you, Seham,
and put a stop to all of it.
Sadly, I thought that the bullying they faced
would toughen them up and help them deal with life.
I never thought that being lenient with them
would lead us to this tragedy.
Had I followed your advice and put a stop to the bullies…
it wouldn't have come to this.
I would have not only saved Amira…
but I would have also prevented her bullies from ruining their future.
In other news,
that the circumstances surrounding the death of Amira Saeed,
victim of the School 2300 fire,
are not related to what caused the fire,
adding that it can be considered a coincidence with tragic consequences.
Regarding potential punishment for the student Heba Anwar,
the source stated that she will face…
What's he saying?
…charges of intimidation and manslaughter.
Sentencing will be left to the judiciary.
Court procedures…
What happened to Heba?
Honey, did you have breakfast?
You didn't, right? Let's have breakfast together.
Come.
Grandma, what happened to Heba? Why is she being charged?
Nothing happened to Heba, my dear.
Listen, did you take your medicine?
No medicine and no breakfast.
Let's have something to eat.
Mom. Mom. Heba is not the one who locked Amira in.
Uh, Rana. Rana.
Calm down, huh?
-For God's sake, sweetie, calm down. -Mom.
Honey, you have been sick for two days. Please, you're hallucinating.
Never mind. Don't respond to her.
She's been hallucinating for two days,
all because of the pills you've been giving her.
-I'm not hallucinating. -Calm down, Rana.
-I'm not crazy. -Rana, my dear, for the love of God.
I am the one who locked her in, Mom.
Me.
I did it. Not Heba.
I know that.
But I am sure, Ms. Hayat,
that you'll find out who locked her in.
God will lead you.
No one knows who did it.
Someone knows.
Who?
Your daughter, she knows.
Rana knows.
The day of the fire…
Rana! Rana, come down!
Come down!
Rana!
Go up! Go up! Go up!
Amira is in the storeroom.
-Go upstairs! Go upstairs! Go! -Someone help Amira.
In the storeroom.
I am sure
that Rana knows
who locked Amira in.
Rana said that she was with you,
helping you carry a girl who had passed out.
That's when she was injured.
That is what happened,
and that is what you will say when you hopefully recover
and when they take your statement.
I cannot see what I did not see.
Marzouka, listen carefully.
Your daughter, Mashael, is up to her ears with offenses in her record.
Not to mention that she's friends with troublemakers.
I remember that Amira told me your daughter skipped school.
This could be motive for revenge towards Amira.
You wouldn't want this to be mentioned in the investigation.
It's not in your interest, nor her interest.
Not counting all the contraband and the phones in your room
and the catalogs of boys.
It's not in you and your husband's interest
to be fired from the school and to sleep in the streets.
So there is no need for you
to say that Rana knows that Amira was locked in the storeroom.
Understood, Marzouka?
What do you mean?
So you handed Heba to the police, and you lied and framed her?
She deserves punishment.
And you know that she is innocent?
Who are you calling innocent?
She's a vile, hateful, vicious girl.
But she's not the one who locked Amira in. She did not cause her death.
No one caused Amira's death.
Amira's time had come.
If she hadn't died in the storeroom, she would have died somewhere else.
Mom, are you listening to yourself?
Do you even understand what you're saying?
What do you want me to say?
What? That I didn't raise you right? You want me to hand you over to prison?
I covered up your stupidity and failure.
But I was never a failure.
You made me a failure.
I was a failure only in your eyes.
No matter how much I try, it is never enough for you.
I have to be first or nothing.
Or I don't deserve to be the daughter of Principal Hayat.
And in order to satisfy you,
I made the worst mistake of my life.
I locked her in so I could be the best to satisfy you.
It's your fault. You're the one who made me do this.
Dad?
Why did you turn yourself in?
Perhaps because I couldn't sleep?
And maybe because at least one of us needs to say, "Enough is enough,"
and put an end to the hurt.
But you never hurt anyone except for that horrible day.
You think like my mother.
"It's just one mistake. Let's forget it and move on."
Heba, you and Mona made a lot of mistakes.
You know that.
But my mistake is bigger.
I watched you mock and bully Amira every day.
I was afraid to speak up.
All the girls were afraid like me, and we stood by and did nothing.
In the end,
I dared to try and be like you, too…
and I caused her death.
This time is for those who do not stand up for justice
to also be held accountable.
STOREROOM NO ENTRY
THE SCHOOL FAMILY WELCOMES ALL VISITORS
CLOSED RESIDENCY IN SCHOOLS IS PROHIBITED
-Hold these, girl. -I'm not in the mood. Come on!
-I learned to make a circle. Look. -Show me.
Who taught you to do that?
Quickly!
Hey, you two!
Cigarettes?
To the principal's office right away! Your parents will come pick you up!
No, ma'am. Please, ma'am. Please.
-My dad can't know that I smoked. -Please.
I swear to you, ma'am, he could really kill me.
Please, ma'am. We won't do it again. Really.
We won't do it again. We won't. Last time.
I will let it go this time,
but I swear to God, next time, you'll have yourselves to blame.
-Understood? -Yes, ma'am.
Go back to your class, both of you. Give me the cigarettes.
Go back to your class.
Hey, you! Just because you live here,
you cannot mess around and spoil other girls.
It won't happen again.
Who's there?
Wait! I'm inside! Wait!
FROM THE ASHES