What do you think?
This Street is weird. There's a bar downstairs.
The entrance is really dark.
You are such a scaredy cat.
The neighbourhood feels unsafe.
There's so much noise!
Stop it!
Hi!
Hello!
Have you come about the flat?
Yes, I'm mademoiselle Cena.
- Hello. - I've brought my flatmates.
Delighted.
There's a bit of a problem.
I don't have the keys.
- Gosh. - Yes.
I'm sorry. I can't let you in.
You've come for nothing.
What do you mean?
How come? We're here to see it.
My son had a viewing this morning.
He's got the keys.
I can't get a hold of him, so...
We've come a long way. I'm so sorry. Truly I am.
When can we come?
I'd better give him your number. He'll call you.
Fine. Before next week?
I imagine. You'll hear from him.
For certain. Unless it's rented.
It's m! It's the scarf! She kept staring.
I told you you'd bring us bad luck.
Go with your father next time.
It's not just that. 3 girls, 2 of whom North African...
We'd be better off apart.
You go your way, we'll go ours.
All right.
- What's your name? - Why?
See that guy there? You caught his eye.
- Why send you? - I want to know what you think.
But if you want, I can call him.
Selim! She'll talk to you!
You're Selim?
He has to speak for you?
No one speaks for me. We saw you with your friend,
I thought you looked nice.
We could meet up.
We're not dressed now.
You've been training?
Leave your muscles behind?
- Want to feel? - I'd hurt you.
Go on, have a go.
- I'm fine. - He'll tame you!
- Yeah, right. - Don't be scared!
He's covered in hair! His son is too.
Forget it.
- What are you doing Monday? - Sleeping.
Go on. Monday.
Remember the guy who got on the bus?
He came and talked to me.
I barely looked at him.
Of course you've seen him.
You said he looks naf. If it weren't for his pretty face...
Wait, wait, he's a real catch.
Why don't you work for the city?
You need connections. I don't know anyone.
Just send in your cv.
With a photo like they say.
Why a photo?
To see your face, that's how it is now.
Why do they need to see me?
To see if they like the look of you.
They check you out. Like bouncers.
What about homework?
Later.
- Later, when? - Later.
What's wrong with you?
I'm sick of this stupid life.
When are you not sick of it?
Life is easy!
You have a roof, food, clothes. You're clean.
You should thank God.
You both have it easy.
Stop saying things are fine!
This is a hole. You're a cleaner, what's fine?
Stop imagining things!
You always have a reason not to do your homework.
I can't work. There's no internet!
You can't help! You don't speak French!
I can't do my homework!
That's enough. Calm down.
Is it just me that can't speak?
Your friends, do their mothers help them?
No one helped me at school!
So you keep saying! We got the message!
We're a different generation. Things have changed.
Enough!
Well it's your problem. I did what I could.
It's not like we can choose.
So the apartment is 250 each.
Plus college fees, 250 a month.
And 300 euros for the rest.
That's about 800 a month.
Minus the grant and what I've earned.
That makes 400 a month.
lf we have to
your father and I will help.
You want to chip in?
You don't realize, Mum. Medicine is 7 years.
That's a lot of cleaning.
I'm not afraid of cleaning.
Let's just see how it goes.
You do your first year. If it works out, we'll manage.
If my daughter's a success
my happiness is content.
Complete.
What?
It's your happiness is complete.
It's you who's content.
That's what I said. You're confusing me.
I speak the way I speak.
People'd laugh in the village if they heard your Arabic.
Soon, she won't recognize us.
We're not good enough. Her daughter's at college.
She's not after studies!
What?
She doesn't care about the course.
I'll call you later.
Come with me. You're Fatima aren't you?
Leave your umbrella there.
I'll introduce you to my mother.
All right.
Make sure you do the basins.
Clean the bath thoroughly, any hair in the plughole.
Those marks, there.
I'll show you the bedroom.
Fatima will do the bedroom, Mum.
Give her any help she needs.
Yes?
I found this in the washing.
Thank you.
It must be my son's. I do tell him to be careful.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
- Hi Dad! - Hi there.
- How are you? - Fine.
- How's your sister? - Fine.
She's starting her first year
She's looking for a room.
How was school?
Good. Really good in fact.
Well go on.
The teachers are so mean.
They made us work on our first day.
That's their job.
Yes, but the first day! A Friday!
They should wait till the Eid?
- You want a soda? - No.
- How's your mother? - Fine, thank God.
- And you? - I'm fine.
And your wife?
She's well.
See how high it is. We built all that.
There's more behind.
I was stuck up there for hours.
There's four storeys below ground.
Cars come up over there.
They come in here and go out there.
- Any good? - Yes these are better.
We'll take them.
Is that right?
- Yes. - So... Till Monday.
I can only declare two hours.
- All right. - Great.
I just know we'll get on.
See you next week.
- Goodbye, Madam. - Goodbye.
- Souad! - Yes.
You'll break the door.
All well?
You've got trainers!
Show!
They're great.
Do you like them? Yes.
Are you tired? No.
I wanted to ask you...
What does just know mean?
Just know?
I heard someone say "ljust know".
I didn't understand "just know".
I don't know how to say it in Arabic.
Just know kind of means
"I know better."
Hello!
Promise!
God, I'm so happy.
Nesrine!
She's found a flat.
Souad? She's just come in.
She's got lovely trainers.
She's really pleased.
You want to speak to her?
- Cover your chest. It's showing. - Nothing's showing.
It's cut too low.
It's stifling. I can't wear a collar.
Never mind the warmth. People gossip.
What's to gossip about?
I'm not a thief. Showing shoulders is not a crime.
Some of them know your father.
You must cover up so as not to offend.
I'll change just the top.
The skirt too!
No way. It's warm out. I feel comfortable.
You can't go out like that!
You need to watch every step.
And every word.
There's no hallmark. Is it French?
Algerian.
How much do you want?
You won't get a fair price. It's by weight.
How much will you give?
We'll tell you.
The good thing is there's nothing opposite.
You can go naked.
I like the fridge!
What do you think?
You'll be able to study, thank God.
Do you want to be a doctor too?
No, no. The course is too long.
I'm a student nurse.
We'll send each other patients.
Your daughter will send me hers
and I'll say Dr Elhouzi is the best in town.
I'm less frightened now.
I'm regaining my confidence.
When you see "first name", draw a circle.
Not round any similar word.
- OK. - And the same with the others.
"Name", "Age", "Nationality", "Status", "Address".
All right?
I'll leave you to it. Yes.
The idea here
is to recognize any words
you might need in official documents
and not mix them up with similar words.
For instance, "First Name".
When you see that, you circle it.
But not similar words.
And the same with "Name", "Age",
"Nationality", "Status", "Address".
Who is he, this boy?
He goes to my school.
- Where does he live? - Cité Jeanne.
- Whose son is he? - I don't know.
How can you not know?
He's his father and mother's son!
- What's his name? - Selim.
Selim what?
Selim Amami if you want to know.
I know the family. They're not respectable.
How do you know them?
Of course I know her. She worked in bars.
So what?
His mother is not him.
It's not a good family.
He's not right for you.
You're just prejudiced.
Stop saying he's not for me.
Like I popped out of a golden hen's ass.
Mind your tongue.
That guy looks stupid.
He's a second year.
Second year?
Meaning he's had to retake his first year?
I don't know. But he's really "all the girls are after me."
Look at that face! That sweater!
Really bad.
Who wears that these days?
Don't look, he's watching.
He's been staring for a while.
I don't which he fancies but you can have him.
Thanks but no.
We're not interested.
What a turn-off.
By day 3, we're at the 8-cell stage.
By day 4, the morula.
Clearly visible... about 16 cells.
It looks like a blackberry, hence the term "morula".
Here's a close-up.
4-cell embryos with pellucid zone.
Here is the blastula kernel.
An 8-cell embryo...
...and from 16 cells on, the non-compact morula,
becoming compact
from 16 or 32 cells on.
Compacting is characterized
by cell-division disappearance.
Here is an image of a compacted morula.
No cell divisions are visible.
- How are you? - Fine.
- So tell me. - Tell me what?
- Was your homework marked? - Yes.
- What mark did you get? - It didn't work out.
What does that mean?
It wasn't just me! Everyone got bad marks!
You always say that. Everyone got bad marks.
Tomorrow I'll ask your teacher if that's true.
Why bother? You misunderstand everything.
I certainly don't.
I see you in front of the TV. Or loitering outdoors.
I want you to bring me good marks!
Now show me all your schoolwork!
How? You can't even read!
Good evening.
I am a bit worried about Souad.
She needs to get a grip.
Which is a shame, because she has potential.
But she won't work. The work isn't there.
We're Aurélie's parents.
She wants to go to Paul Eluard.
We've been told it's good.
What options should she be taking?
You can go for Russian. That should help.
You do know it's very sought after.
They prefer students local to the school.
They will consider candidates such as your daughter.
It will take effort.
They are jealous of their reputation.
They keep classes small.
Aside from their in-house intake hopeful candidates such as ours
have to be determined.
There'll need to be a personal letter.
That's under control.
I sat there knowing what a parent-teacher meeting is.
But I didn't speak like the other women.
I just listened and watched.
I didn't speak my mind.
My daughter's problems are not theirs.
I sat there, arms crossed and speechless.
I understood nothing.
If I could write
I might have understood and spoken like the other mothers.
That's what lack of schooling does.
I'm going to have to learn
to write, speak and read French.
City life is fast.
Many don't put their hearts into their work.
Many have nothing to say.
One has to earn one's bread
and rent.
Sometimes, I seem cold.
The heart sighs one day, is full of hatred the next.
Everyday I yell against other women,
against my daughter.
Here's the bus.
Off to work we go!
It's like we're going to a wedding!
No, Malika!
Can you not understand?
Come here, Malika.
Do you have to be told 10 times?
Are you not in the mood today? Want to go home?
- Well go! - She's my friend.
- Go back. - She's my friend.
- Do you understand French? - We don't talk it at home.
Don't be clever with me.
Let go of my arm.
Go back to your place.
Let go of me! Who does he think he is?
A bit of a rebel are we? A clever one?
Not here, we aren't!
- All right, bro! - I'm not your bro!
- Go back to your place. - OK!
Don't touch me!
Have a fart. Relax. Just shut up!
A big hand for Souad. Well done, very clever!
Know what? Meet me in the Principal's office.
You can have it out with her.
- Are you OK? - Yes.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
- You look strange. - No.
Something is wrong.
What is it? Trouble at school?
Don't interrogate me, Mum. I think I've got my period.
Your period? That's not much fun.
How's that?
It feels great. Down a bit. There's a bad spot on the right.
Here?
Other side.
Further over.
My daughter's crazy. She has two right sides.
How's that?
Actually, I won't take this.
Samia, put this back.
That's 8.40 please.
What's wrong? Your jacket?
It'll come off when you arrive.
I'm not coming anyway.
Come on! You're too standoffish.
I don't feel like it.
I feel a distance.
It's another world and I'm not part of it.
What is there to say?
That my mother cleans for a living?
Don't talk about yourself. Stay in a corner just watch, learn.
- Coming? - No, I want to revise.
Cardiac precursors form the primitive heart tube,
move rostrally and laterally...
The heart is the first organ to form.
In embryo formation, the heart is the first organ...
- Did I wake you up? - No.
- Have you not slept? - No.
What about you? No!
Go on, tell.
How to explain?
The way I was brought up...
You make love after marriage.
Lights out. Under the blankets.
And there's no pleasure.
Well I got that wrong!
Really? Yes.
That's the couscous.
Sauce, with meat.
You can keep that two days in the fridge.
You must eat the sardines tomorrow.
This is soup.
To eat light in the evenings.
You won't need to cook.
Don't just eat cake.
Here's bread.
The heart is the first organ
to form in vertebrate embryos.
And... shit!
Cardiac precursors are located...
The heart is the first organ
to form in vertebrate embryos.
Cardiac precursors are located
in early stages of the primitive heart tube.
They migrate rostrally, towards the head and laterally
around... shit!
They migrate rostrally towards the head
and laterally about the embryonic disc
To fuse... tell me.
To fuse around the diameter...
To fuse around a middle line... Shit, I forgot.
To fuse around a middle line at the front of the neural plate
creating the cardiogenic region.
Mucking up year one is not the end of the world.
I could never tell her that.
I just can't fail this one.
It doesn't matter if you fail though.
- It does! - No, it doesn't.
Not at all!
I've never ever heard these words before!
Goodbye, my daughter.
I know you'll succeed.
Look at your hands, they're a lady's hands.
Not a cleaner or a worker's hands.
I'll be OK, Mum.
Don't worry about my jewels.
You are like me.
If I'd stayed in school in the village,
I'd be a Minister!
Even though they rig the vote.
You're lazy, Basile!
For 2 months you do nothing!
Your Dad and I pull strings
to get you back into medicine...
I'm sick of it.
We're both sick of it.
We've had enough!
I'm so annoyed.
We gave him everything. The best tuition.
My daughter's a medical student.
A medical student?
Yes, it's her first year.
She must know then. It's a huge amount of work.
She does say it's very hard.
She works all night. No sleep. No food.
I'm worried about her.
She's very brave. Well done her.
Lots of them give up.
They start out and don't last.
And some have parents to help them.
I help my daughter too. I'm not a doctor,
but I do her washing, I make food. I do a lot.
How old are you?
- 18 - Only 18?
I thought you were older.
As long as you're under 25!
I'm longing for that.
- Want to sit there? - I'm working.
I won't get in your way.
That isn't it. It's... I'm not interested in talking to you.
I see.
- You're an intellectual. - No, but...
I can't mess this subject up.
You won't! You really concentrate!
You do the same!
What, revise on a train? I can't!
Do you know only 10% of all French people revise on trains.
You're making fun of me.
- See! You're not revising! - But...
If I sit there we'll talk
and I really need to work.
Sure, work, have kids before I'm 30.
Get a car, get a house.
Relax. There's time.
That isn't it. Only...
Enjoy your life!
I need to concentrate in fact.
Whatever. I might have made a suggestion.
It would be nice but I really need to get on.
Look how you're concentrating!
I reckon if you gave an hour or two
to talk to a really nice kind guy...
Such rubbish!
I could tell she's jealous.
She'd have you think you're bound to fail.
For her, failure is natural to us.
I don't like her. She talks only about money.
I found 10 euros in some jeans.
I think she was testing me.
To see if I took it.
I am not a thief.
Even 10 cents, I leave.
She has to declare me two hours, for her mother.
Or they don't give her a grant.
She thinks I don't see that.
Don't bother about her.
I'll let you revise now. I'll stop bothering you.
Thanks!
My soul bows down
before those whose birth has hindered their education.
I bow down before
those who come to a land whose language they cannot speak.
where they have raised
generations of youngsters.
- Are you all right? - Fine.
I see you're worried. You say nothing. Is it your studies?
Pay no attention.
Are you in love?
In love?
I've no time for love. I can't think about that.
Now is a time for study.
So you decide when to love?
Strange! How do you manage?
- Self-control. - Self-control?
What is self-control? When love comes, it comes.
Don't start imagining things.
If you meet a boy you like
is it self-control?
Exactly.
Well that's really strange.
If you find a boy you like, one you don't see again,
does it not hurt?
What about you? If you find a man you like
do you let him know, or control?
Me? I can't be thinking about men.
Love is for my girls. My girls get everything.
That's too easy that is.
Much too easy.
What's wrong with you?
It's nothing.
I'm tired. I'm stressed out.
It's a bit too much.
A bit low, perhaps.
Nothing alarming.
- You can sit down. - Thanks.
I'll prescribe plants to help you relax.
And vitamins too.
- Is it on national health? - No.
- Here. - Thank you.
Don't give up. Hang on in.
Learn by rote and the first year is easy.
It's a huge amount to learn but doable.
My first five months were tough too.
You're depressed. Only natural.
So win the battle of the mind.
Don't give up. Fight. Hang on in.
Keep going.
Your blood pressure now.
You seem a bit tense too.
Put yourself there.
- Well you're symbiotic! - I'm sorry?
Worries and energy pass from one to the other.
She drives me and I drive her.
That's how it is.
You need rest.
All right.
I saw your daughter get on the bus. And she saw me.
She turned away. Why is she disrespectful?
I've known her since she was so high.
You must be mistaken.
I swear, she saw me and turned away.
I'm not mistaken. Nor am I lying.
But Mum I don't remember seeing her on the bus.
I mean why would I go there?
I have no reason to go there.
None!
You know how they are.
You do know how they are.
Just let her wait.
See you Saturday.
I'm going to corner that woman.
- Who? - A woman slandering me.
Apparently I didn't say hello on the bus.
Which is a way of insinuating
I live the high life, my parents pay.
It's envy and ignorance. Forget them.
Just succeed.
If you succeed you can do as you please.
- Is the lighter yours? - It's Leila's.
Does she smoke?
Listen that's her business.
Except if she smokes, you will too.
What makes you say that?
That's how I started at the hostel.
Two in a room. My pal smoked. So I did too.
We have our own rooms. And she smokes on the balcony.
Good.
But if you start, they'll see you smoking outdoors.
You know what they'll say.
- What will they say? - You know.
That women who smoke are...
Since when have you cared what people say?
You just said don't listen. Now suddenly it matters.
Smoking is bad.
But for you, it's only women who shouldn't smoke.
Other women I don't mind. I mind about you.
You don't want me to because I'm a girl.
I'd say the same if you were a boy.
You'd say don't let them see you smoking outdoors?
- No. - There you go.
No one minds a boy smoking.
That's what I mean. For a boy it's OK. For a girl it's not.
- A girl who smokes is vulgar. - And a man isn't?
Less so.
If you meet a boy, please tell me.
That's not why I've come, but yes, OK.
Seriously, if you meet a boy tell me.
It's important to know who you're connected with.
lf it's for real, I'll tell you.
Promise?
Yes! What are you afraid of?
- But what are you afraid of? - Nothing!
It's you not being open! Are you afraid he might be Jewish?
Or black? Or Chinese? Or not Muslim?
What's worrying you?
I might say he's not handsome.
You need to mop the toilets and cloakrooms.
Do it before the break.
- Understand? - I do understand.
Only I don't speak well. You speak fine, Fatima.
I'm really cut up about Youssouf.
The police came for him at home. His poor Mum.
Soussou! Listen to me!
How do you know that?
Youssouf's mother told Karima who told my mother
at the baths.
Look right.
Look at those idiots staring at us.
- Right! - Filthy bastards.
Look at them looking at us.
They look like perverts.
Real dirty. It makes me sick.
- You're crazy! - It's the right thing to do.
They deserve it.
Look at their pedophile faces.
Hello?
Yes. This is me.
I'm her mother.
I don't know.
I work from 6 am.
She goes on her own, by bus.
Give me your exercise book.
- Which one? - You know which one!
- Right now! - It's at school.
The teacher collected them.
Why are you lying? I can see it in your eyes.
Don't say that. I don't lie.
Don't answer back.
You're fifteen. I'm your mother. I'm responsible.
So where were you?
For two days no one's seen her.
No note, nothing.
The last time I saw her, her teachers said she isn't working.
What did you say then, Souad?
Answer the lady.
Answer the question.
I said why aren't you working
and you said "It's Ramadan."
"You can't work in Ramadan."
"It's too tiring."
Since when do you fast?
You never have!
You come home from school and eat.
And you neglect your homework!
You wait!
You'll end up a cleaner like your mother.
Dream on! I'd rather steal than clean shit like you do.
Don't answer back!
Go on! Be a servant! Let them exploit you!
It's all you're good for. You she-donkey! Useless!
I'll show you a useless she-donkey!
Let me go! Don't touch!
I'm leaving this stupid house!
Stay with your pet Nesrine.
Ou'AIlah, if I use the belt I'll mark your face.
You want the belt! Go on then!
Hit me. It's all you know.
Shut up or I'll shut you up. Oh France is wonderful!
Want to go home?
I'll go home and take you too.
Dream on.
I can't believe I raised you.
- Get out. - Where did you come from?
You drive me so mad, I could go out without a headscarf.
I said leave.
Why did you call her useless? A she-donkey?
- Did you or didn't you? - I did!
She's your mother.
She cleans people's shit.
Are you going to do anything better?
Anything but that!
I'd rather go to jail than do what she does.
She slaves morning till night.
She leaves by night. She returns by night.
My mother's a living rag.
Listen, make it up with her.
Agree a time and come home when she says.
That way she'll come to trust you.
You're the oldest. You need to help your mother.
Leave my mother alone!
Don't interfere!
She works herself to death. Your sister's driving her mad.
Right!
I'm sick of those women.
I'm fed up. I'm going to stop studying!
I can't take it. I'm too tired. I'm sick of it.
I need to stop
but I have to carry on.
I can't imagine dropping out.
You're under too much strain.
I couldn't break it to them.
It'd be too hard on them.
I can't tell my mother, I failed.
I can't afford to say that.
What time did you leave?
- 11.45. - You work till noon.
I had a problem with my daughter.
You need to warn me ahead.
You weren't there.
lf I'm not there, you need to wait.
My work was done. You can check.
In the future, don't go without permission.
You're paid to do four hours.
- OK, Fatima? - OK.
Be careful. People tell her stuff.
There's no knowing how she hears.
Sneaks and Gremlins I guess.
Thanks.
Oh God!
Help!
Yes. I hope so. All right.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Fine.
Thank you for calling. Goodbye.
Goodbye, my daughter. Don't give in.
I won't. It'll make me grit my teeth.
I'm really not sure what I can do.
It's been more than five months.
I know...
I cannot extend sick leave.
There's nothing in the X-rays to justify it.
No broken bone, no torn ligament.
But I have to carry a bucket.
I can't do it. Up and down stairs, sweeping, washing,
it's too much.
It hurts. It really hurts.
I'm not a liar, I'm not a thief.
Look when I do this, it hurts.
I believe you. But you need to see a health inspector.
They'll decide whether to extend your leave or not.
You have the number. Call them and let me know what happens.
- Get it? - No.
Super!
Go on, go on, Josephine!
Go on!
There's nothing to stop...
Go on, Nesrine!
What I see on the X-rays does not justify more leave.
We'll find a way.
I'll give you one month and a letter for Dr Keltoum Mebarki.
Go and see her on Monday.
She speaks Arabic. Let's just see.
So you fell on your arm last January?
Yes. Here.
The pain has lasted five months?
It never goes.
It's constant?
Tell me what it's like.
After the fall, I had nightmares for two months.
Every night, the pain came back.
I would dream that I had another fall. I felt afraid.
I'd wake in a panic.
Then the fear stopped.
And instead there was this pain in my arm.
I've seen doctors.
They all say, "You're fine."
The causes of such pain
are not always understood by doctors.
They believe what they see.
It's true. It's my fault.
I did not want to see or hear.
I did not listen to my heart.
All I wanted was to find strength for work.
I put my family and my life aside.
I put myself aside. I put my daughters aside.
Then one day,
as long as I live I'll remember it,
my daughter said:
"Mum, you're useless."
Why did she say that?
Because my daughter and her friends, live in a world
that's French...
...and I don't speak French.
Which is why
we are looked down upon.
We are not respected.
It's destroying our children.
They want to be proud.
How can they be proud?
Because of the language
it is as if they have no parents.
How can you
talk to your father or mother
if you don't know their language?
When we get home, can I practise starting the car?
Just starting it and driving out of the car park?
- Maybe just once. - Please, Dad!
OK twice.
- Go ahead. - Wait.
Let it out gently. Now.
Wait!
Let out the clutch gently.
Whenever you like. Good!
That's too fast. Too fast!
You'll get us killed.
You'll get us!
Look in the rear-view mirrors.
The right-hand one too. There's a bin.
Hello.
Are you Aurélie's Mum?
I am Souad's Mum.
They're in the same class.
How is Aurélie?
- Fine. And yours? - OK.
I'm sorry. I'm in a bit of a rush.
That day fear entered into me because I saw the respect
I had instilled collapse.
Your Mum is 44, you see.
She dresses at a market-stall.
5 euros per item.
She does not earn enough to spend more.
Her scent is from a supermarket.
She wears a headscarf.
But
she doesn't mind people asking why.
That woman and others like her
needed Fatima
when Fatima was well.
That woman could not go to work without some Fatima.
She couldn't buy scent or fine clothes without some Fatima.
She couldn't earn her living or have a future,
have a fine pension, without some Fatima.
Every day that woman entrusts her keys,
her home, her kids, to some Fatima.
She sees her friends, goes to the shops because
there is some Fatima.
She comes home at night to a house
with five rooms, two bathrooms
cleaned by Fatima between 8 a.m. and 6 p.m.
The house is clean, tidy, ready.
At night, Fatima goes home. Nothing is ready.
Cleaning, cooking, daughters await.
A second day begins.
Which is why one day, Fatima collapses.
Don't be angry.
Where a parent is hurt
a child is angry.
Only this time, be proud.
Be proud of all the Fatimas
who clean working women's homes.
Do you like it?
It's excellent.
- Please be frank. - I am!
It's excellent.
If you don't have the paper, please raise your hand.
I assume everyone has the paper.
The exam starts at 9 sharp.
We have 15 seconds to wait.
In 10 seconds
I'll start you.
5 seconds to go.
Go!
Remember, you have 45 minutes.
I don't understand everything.
Shall I read again?
Sure.
Fear starts to recede. Confidence returns.
I am alone with my responsibilities and my girls.
Alone with the souls I have borne
that they may enjoy childhood and youth.
Alone with a tumultuous generation
bubbling with energy, intelligence, life and ambition.
Alone with my girls to face the whole of all that.
It is a great responsibility.
It is my intifada.
- I don't want to prick you. - Don't worry.
How do you manage alone?
Souad or a neighbour help out.
The results are up.
You can open the barriers.
I've failed twice already.
I don't know how to yell for joy but for my daughter I'll learn.
You stammered, you're interested!
Right. Definitely.
- You especially. - Sure.
- You're blushing! - I am.
- I can tell you're shy. - Me? Shy?
It's kind of charming in fact. You're pretty. You're my kind.
I'll tell you it's not mutual.
You're not my style.
Because you haven't seen my good profile.
Show us then.
How about the other?
No difference. Not great.
- I'm not interested. - You're crazy.
No one's ever talked to you like this?
That's none of your business. Just don't push it.
Push what? You're not happy.
You can go now.
- Come to my place. - Tomorrow.
- Don't take offence. - Hello.
Yes.
Promise!
Promise on our mother's head.
Well done! She passed! Amazing!
That's brilliant. We're coming!
Definitely.
I'm with Malika.
- What about me? - I'm so happy for you.
We're coming.
She passed.
- Let's celebrate. - Amazing!
I'll come too.