No man controls my destiny... especially not one who attacks with down wind stinks of garlic.
Come, Azeem, our fighting days are done. By nightfall, we'll celebrate with my father. You'll understand of course, I had to try.
I would have succeeded.
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In my country, we talk to our women. We do not drug them with plants.
What do you know about women?
Where I come from, Christian, there are women of such beauty, that they can posess a man's mind so, that he be willing to die for them.
Wait a minute. Was that why you were to be executed? Because of a woman? That's it, isn't it? That's it?
It is close to sunset.
You painted old hound, who was she? The mullah's daughter? Another man's wife? What's her name?
Is there no sun in this cursed country? Which way is East?
Her name.
East?!
Her name.
Jasmina.
