Waris! Waris!
Old Man!
Waris!
Waris.
Mom says, we have to move on.
Her name is Fattuma.
You can't call a sheep like Allah's daughter.
Says who?
Waris. Come here. Drive there sheeps over there.
Waris, I don't want anything to separate us.
I'll never leave you alone!
Promise!
London, 9 Years Later
It's charming day. Isn't it?
Chocolate skin is useless.
Excuse me. Miss.
Right. I'm getting you security.
If you are student, you own 10% discount when you take care a student cards.
That's enough.
Jesus! Fucking nora.
I'm calling the police. This is not allowed, yeah?
How funny am I?
What if I dial 999. Let's see how funny that is.
Get out of here now! Never come back.
Off we never got saw each other, OK?
- You, out! - I, here. Here!
I have nohere else to go! I can't go back to Somalia!
Oh, yeah. Somalia! Yeah, I know.
How many years? You? In London?
Do you understand me?
Six years! And you still don't speak English.
Today is your lucky day.
Is it?
-See ya. - See ya.
How are you?
- I'm getting in Sakus. - Security!
Look, you are out of there now, yeah? OK?
Go get yourself a home shelter or something.
- Homeless shelter, yeah? - Go back, go back!
You bloody little stalker!
Stop looking at me with your big puppy dog eyes, alright?
Look, I'm not saying you will be allowed to stay the tonight, alright?
How do you tell if I want your name?
Marilyn McLane, and yours?
Waris.
Marilyn
One night! Yeah?
Cheers.
It's fine. She is my sister.
And what am I? Your flaming aunt?
- See ya. - Bye. - See ya.
Found her on the toilet at work.
Give over.
She just followed me here.
Forget it. This is a business I'm running.
Not some charity center for drop outs.
Well. It's just made my day, isn't it?
Royal Academy of Dance don't think I am suitable for their tuition.
So does Royal Ballet School,
the English National School won't see me for audition.
You know. They won't even take my calls at the Rein Brant,
the Robery, the Rubery, the r...
Whatever it fucking called. She'll be fucking then anyway.
They are fool and sucks.
Sod them.
There's plenty of other ballet schools.
You're a fantastic dancer.
Plus you can bend in places I don't even possess.
- Yeah, but can I get rid of these? - There lovely.
- And this? - It's nice!
A ballerina's body is born, not made.
So what am I to do that then?
Today's weather, sunny showers.
Who are you? The BBC?
Oh, I'm really sorry, I'm just going outside.
Your 'Sister' can stay for one night only.
Great. Which room? I'll show her up.
Your room, your floor.
Or no peeing on the carpet or trampy behavior...
or you lose your deposit.
Oh, yes. Kushibar. You really know how to cheer a girl up.
Hey, ehm. No familiarities.
And you, wolf girl.
You clean the room before you go and leave it exactly as you found it, all right?
Remember only death is completly free.
Mama.
Bloody hell. Bloody alarm!
What bloody goes on? Bloody hell.
You did all these?
I never seen the floor before.
Cheers.
Not bad.
You've done this before.
Hold on.
I'll write down an address for you, somewhere you can go, yeah?
Wait. Wait!
Ok. Try this place first. They always need staff.
That's where I've first worked. Yeah?
Work. You, work. All right?
- Work? - Yeah. That's right.
Sorry, I can't walk you to the bus stop.
- Neal, my radiator still leaking. - Yes.
Are you not going to introduce us then?
I-I'm Neal Fillen. Delighted to meet you.
Give over.
Why? Oh, 'cause I'm just a care taker?
I've got a degree, you know.
What you've got?
Nothing!
There. Take this.
You'll freezing, Waris.
Watch it!
When you doing the mopping.
You got put down a yellow sign.
Otherwise, people will slip. All right? It's dangerous.
Give me this. If you clean the table up there. All right?
Remember the smile. All right?
Oh, sorry. Sorry!
I don't... I don't know if you could speak English. But...
Look. I'm uh...
I do a bit of photography. And a... I'm always looking for new faces.
And you've...
Take my card please. And a...
If you feel like it. You just give me a call.
Thank you.
You might want hold on to that, actually.
- You right? - All right.
You right? Darling. Come here often?
Nice jacket.
- What about this? - For you, special price.
Many typical flip flop on the market.
Out! Go.
I'm coming for business, yeah? What about my family!
- My wife needs operation. - You're not even married.
Oh, see you brought your little friend back then.
- Nothing here for you, wolf girl. - We... money, money!
No room at the Inn. Sorry.
She can share with me, just move in an extra bed.
Oh yeah?
Where you gonna be sleep? In the window ledge?
One night, here.
One night.
Please, Mama. Please!
No one calls me Mama.
Cloth!
Marilyn! Marilyn!
Marilyn. Marilyn
Open! Open! Open!
Marilyn, you crazy.
- Bedding delivery. - Yeah.
- Do you want me come in to fix it? - Just leave it there.
I cook excellent.
They'll be here in a minute. You better get your shifty on.
I can't. I have homework.
- Don't argue with me. And put this on for change. -No!
No!
It's been week after week learning, working, sleeping.
We can have some fun tonight, Missy.
- I have to fill form, Ok? - Ok.
'Put last name first'.
Which name?
Waris. What is your first name?
Do you use your family name?
English! Please. Thank you.
'Date of birth'.
I don't know.
Day, month, year?
Raining season.
Do you think you could bloody bother to knock.
You know, you deaf.
- So, Uh. What's for dinner? - Paste, spinach.
and sardine.
Errr, I...
Will be better.
Good.
Well, that's for you.
You know, Waris. Maybe one day I can cook for you.
Do you like bacon and eggs?
- I make a wonderful... - Thank you idiot! Your contribution is great!
You appriciated! Thank you.
- Wait. What? What is wrong? What? - Another rejection.
I'm never been... I'm never been so shocked in my bloody life.
How you know this is rejection?
Because acceptance comes in a big thick envelope.
What?
You got some visitors.
I can't. Send them away.
Leave me alone!
What am I? You bloody robber.
Get out.
Marilyn.
We dance tonight?
Hi.
I'm Harold.
Harold is your first name?
Yeah.
What is your last name?
Jackson.
Harold Jackson.
Yeah. I like the way you say it.
What's yours?
Waris Takhte Mustafa Mohammed Souleymane Dirie.
Parents couldn't figure out your name, Uh?
- First name Waris, last name Dirie. - Dirie.
So I should call you?
- Waris. - Waris.
Where are you from?
Are you cold?
That's the eiderdown jacket.
You wanna dance?
What's Harold Jackson mean?
What?
In-In Somalia, all names have meaning.
So what is Waris meaning?
Desert flower.
You're not african?
No. I'm from New York. Waris.
I'm only here for few weeks.
Come on.
Let's dance.
Hey, come on.
You're a good dancer.
Got you.
Wait.
Hey. I'm sorry. I feel guilty.
A respectable women doesn't do that.
A respectable women can have fun and still be respectable.
A respectable women doesn't do that.
Doesn't do what? Waris. You can't say, you know?
Sex. Ok?
It's nothing to be ashamed? What's so bad about it?
Only a cut woman is a good woman.
Sorry. What cut?
Ok. Now you gonna have to speak to me in English.
This is how she stays a virgin, yes?
Untill her wedding night. And her man oper her.
That's the way. Isn't it?
Waris, I don't know what're you talking about?
You're not cut?
What do your mean?
Did they cut something away from you?
Can you show me?
Maybe I can understand.
They cut-They cut everything away and sewed it up?
When did this happen?
When I was little.
Three years old.
Same with my sisters.
Not Pharma. She was eight.
Because they couldn't find a midget early.
Midget?
The woman who cuts.
Waris. Can you feel anything?
What do you mean?
Is that why you take time in bathroom?
That's what it's to be woman.
No.
I'm woman.
It's not like that for me.
Do you remember what you looked like before.
Like this?
They-They-They not do it to you?
Your mother?
Never.
They don't do it to anyone here.
Excuse me.
I knew you wouldn't call me.
But it's all right, it's all right.
I probably would be dispointed if you had.
Should I tell you? You handle that broom excatly like my old mum use to.
You're right. You're right, you're right.
You shouldn't let strange men chat you up.
You know? You're lucky. You really have no idea...
how beautiful you are.
Have you eh...?
Have you still got the card I gave you?
Good.
Why eat goat food?
I've got three monthes, yeah?
A really crucial audition coming, that's my last chance.
And bloody place hasn't turn me down.
Jesus! Where did you get this from?
Terry Donaldson.
The Terry Donaldson.
- What do you mean? - He's only famous.
The fashion photographer, he did Diana.
- Aunt Marian said that pictures are bad. - What does she know?
Who wants to take her picture anyway.
And that's right. You're gorgeous.
You can earn a bloody fortune.
Talking of gorgeous.
That hot Harold, from the another night.
You did your cenderella trick. Wanted you to have that.
In case you ever passing through New York.
His address.
- Haraold Jackson. - Harold Jackson.
Call him.
He says I'm different. And then...
Oh, darling.
Fuck! My watch! Shit.
What's the time? I need to get back work.
Ten minutes.
Waris.
- It's all right. - I don't have any money.
What're you talking about money? Fool.
Don't need money. They'll get you help.
Go on. Marilyn. Go on.
What're you talking about work? I'm not going to work.
I'm getting you help.
Stay there.
Is there any nurse in this place?
Anyone?
Can I help you?
Yes. My friend. She's really ill.
Can you tell me where hurts?
Yeah. Here I think.
We're going to get you some help. What's your name?
Waris.
Waris? Ok. We can get you some help, don't worry.
It's Ok. You'll be all right.
You can help her, yeah?
Yeah. Let me just fetch someone, Ok?
- You stay with her. - Thank you.
You see?
Please try and relax.
Now if you could just lift you feet into these.
Come on, lovely. or doctor can't help you.
Here we go.
I can't give you back what's been taken away.
But at least I can make sure you won't hurt, Ok?
Can you get nurse Fatimah? I think she's speakes Somali.
Put legs down now.
Fatimah is off today. But Amaile says he'll do it.
Can you tell this yong lady? She was stitched up far too tightly.
A real botch up. I have to say.
Can you say I like to operate as soon as possible.
Aren't you ashamed? Showing this white man your body.
Our tradition is of no concern to them.
Tell her. She is doing the right thing.
It's amazing she's been up for this for so long.
She must be in absolute constant torment.
But she mustn't worry. We can fix it.
Sure.
If you change what you are, then you are betraying your parents,
your people and your heritage.
Does your mother know what you are about to do? Shame on you!
She'll think about it.
- Mommy, I am bleeding down there. - What?
Good, it means...
you are a woman now!
It's terribly painful.
All pain will pass.
Does it?
Waris, this is Galool Mohammed.
Go sit beside him.
Come closer my dear, come closer.
Do you like my watch?
Waris. You will marry him,
to be his fourth wife.
I arranged the wedding for tomorrow.
Please have some meat.
Mom, I will not marry him!
Galool Mohammed paid a lot for you.
You can't say no.
- Where are you going? - To grandmother.
Mogadishu! It's far away!
I come with you!
No! They need you here, little brother!
Don't worry! In the city I earn lots of money,
and then I come back to get you!
Mommy.
Mogadishu?
Yes. Hurry up.
Shut up!
Mommy!
I said shut up!
Where is the mosque?
Over there.
Mother, see what comes of living with goats and sheep!
We can't afford to keep her. She has to go back home!
A girl who dares the long journey through the desert has a good reason.
- She blamed our family! - Enough! Go back to work!
A miracle you survived!
It was Allah's will.
You have the same lips as your mother.
I always called her Afyareh.
Grandma, why have we never seen you?
Because your mother ran away through the desert...
to marry your father.
A man we did not approve because he was nothing but a nomad.
I wonder if it made her happy.
All that pain must be worth something.
Waris.
Shit.
Flowers.
Mad.
Quite comfortable these beds, aren't they?
Oh, such a day. God.
Been on my feet all day.
Hello.
Do come in?
You don't look famous.
Fame! Yeah, right.
It's all right to get your through passport control without any hassel. I suppose.
But grave-yard are full of people thought they were rather marvellous.
You forgot.
You kept it all this time?
Thank you.
So how much you pay to take my picture?
I'm usually the one who gets paid for the picture.
So you're really interested in bing a model?
I'm interested in better life.
Try and relax. Thanks.
- Yeah. Ok. - Ready? How you doing?
Yeah. Good. Ok. Here we go.
You just sit on the stool.
Change the back, will you?
Just sit yourself down.
Ok.
If you just...
Turn yourself around this way.
This way.
Right. Just face that white thing there. That's it.
Just do some test, will you?
Ok.
I don't know your name.
- Waris. - Waris.
Okey-dokey. Waris. Here we go.
Ok. chin up a little bit.
That's not working, is it?
- I'm sorry. Waste your time. - No. No. No. Sit down. Please sit down.
Face that way. It's fine. Ok.
So, Waris. Do you think about home a lot?
Your mom and dad? Uh?
Brothers and sisters? Uh?
A typical Donaldson. He's only interested in you profile.
Mind you. He does say you have the most beautiful profile he has never seen.
Look at the wall.
Okey-dokey. So... straw?
Why do we want to be model? Dirie.
And don't say it's the money. Because I'm telling you now.
that if you girls get rich or famous the ones that do are exceptional.
Being model is better than being cleaning lady.
Can you walk? Trevor.
Yes. I walk long way to Mogadishu.
No. No. No. No. Can you WALK?
This is the new girl. Nataliya.
- Ukrainer? - Yes.
Oh, no.
Oh! Who knew?
- Take care. - Bye bye. Darling.
Miss Loucher.
And what a shame!
Nichole. You've had the baby. You look great!
Well done. So walk to the couch.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
No. No. No. That's hiddious. Hiddious! Hiddious! Take them off.
Oh, God. What you hidding under that tent. Fat?
Cellulite? I can't see them bubble that.
There'll never book one of my girls again. Lift your dress.
Lift your dress!
You have a casting session in half an hour from now.
If you don't want it to be your last one.
Lift you dress!
You working in a burg bar or something. Forget it.
Oh, you have a bum.
Right. You'll have to get rid of that.
Oh, my God! What have you done to your feet?
Massel.
Are they? Scars? You have to do something about that.
Oh, God. Well.
Ok. Good job. Donaldson is salivating for you.
Here is your address. Take a taxi.
I can't take a taxi.
Darling. There isn't going to be a limousine to pick you up.
Us ordinary mortals have to take cabs.
No. I mean I have no money. I walk.
Burton. I want that back.
So how are you?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Very good.
Ok, now.
The girl who you met before. I'll let her be there.
Does it? Dear.
Ivana. Mandy. Jenny. Nichole.
Quinene and Yikern.
Waris. You're the next.
Spot?
No? I go.
Hold on.
- So you're Donaldson's girl? - Yes.
Hang on. Come back.
Ok. Relax. Turn around.
Again.
Open your mouth. No. Maybe not need so loud.
Maybe I'm too old for this.
Waris. My darling, you're going to travell the globe.
I booked you into all the big shows.
Every where!
From the deserts' of Africa to the cat-walks' of the world.
I'm a genius.
So, first stop. Paris.
We gonna travell with Naomi and Christina.
Then you gonna meet all the French photographers.
Introduce by me of cause.
And then, my darling. Thanks to my brilliance.
You got two major campaigns in America.
- That's where big money is. My darling. - In America?
So, hand your passport.
Marilyn called again.
- Yeah. Later. - It's fifth time she's called.
Too bad. Fresh water. Come on, give it to me.
Otherwise, how can I organize all these visas?
Oh, my God! Somali relic.
- Here you are. - Masell.
It gonna cost us a fortune in a visa fees.
But you worth it.
You look amazing.
By the way.
- Are you having a sex? - What?
Next, please.
You didn't attend?
You know. They all look like there better than me.
Ok. I lost my nerve, it's happens.
What?
For you.
To say thank you.
Did this full of the back of lorry or what?
You can't afford this.
They want me to go to the big fashion show.
It's lots of money.
But you need to teach me to walk.
Waris.
Waris. I'm sorry.
I... I wasn't... I wasn't watching.
There's a lady downstairs to see you.
You are fired!
You've made me look like a completely an idiot.
Owh, easy.
I had spent days getting you new bookings all over the globe.
Then I discover you're illegal.
This patheticly little passport of yours.
It's a historic document. It's six years out of date.
You'll get yourself deported back to your dreary little desert,
and I'm gonna lose every penny I've been invest in your skinny little ass.
What do you mean she's getting deported?
Uh, excuse me. My lady.
Could you mind those steal on my floor?
You make any marks, I'll bill you for the damage.
I have got a car waiting. All right?
Marry me.
Oh! Get off, Neal. We haven't got time for your love sick tomfoolery.
I mean it!
We just get married on paper.
Waris get passport, job done.
I don't have time for this. We fly out on Tuesday.
Children. Children!
Can we just use a bit of lateral thinking here.
- Do you know something? - Might do.
- How much? - Three thousand.
- Two. - Two and half.
- Better be good. - He is.
- No, no, no, no. I have no money. - Take this back then.
No! No! Waris. My people have caused yours...
so much suffering and subjugation of the years.
Just seems the least I could do.
Thank you, darling.
We won't be needing any noble sacrifices.
Very sweet.
- Take this? - Prefer cash.
Oh please!
All right. 10% sur-charge.
Make the call.
Don't worry. They'll fix it. It's fine.
Ok. Now listen up everybody. We get the Paris.
And John Lupronfer manage man will take us to a darling little hotel in San Roma.
From mary street to the globe party at the Paris. You could settle.
Then you sleep for 6 and a quater hours tomorrow. It's fittings.
Givenchy in the morning and Chanel and Dior in the afternoon.
And I don't want to see any alchoal, and I do not want to see any drugs.
Do you understand me girls?
Ok. Thursday is Donna Telly's birthday party.
And rumour has it. Johny Dilton going to be there.
- Without Vanessa. - Yeah!
Monday, Madona is opening Ge Di Aye.
So I booked you all for that.
Go on. Quick-q-q-q-quick. Every girl. There we go.
You and I, my darling. Waris O'saleven. So sweet!
Off we go. Come.
Thank you.
Who is John Dilton?
- Mrs Walis O'saleven. - What is it? What're you doing?
- We have to ask you... - What're you doing? No! No! No! No!
No! No! No! There is a mistake. You mistake it!
Excuse me. Gentleman. She is a legitimate UK citizen.
- Get up, get up. - I'm calling my lawyer.
- Lucinda. - I'm calling my lawyer.
Your father beats your mother,
because she let you go.
But mothers never stop loving their daughters.
Your father will never forgive you.
But you can't stay with us.
I can't go back home, grandmother.
Maris, a sister of your mother,
is the wife of the Somali ambassador in London.
She is looking for a maid.
It's Allah's will that you move on.
There will be war in Somalia. In Europe you are safe.
Don't come back.
They will try to change you there.
Never forget where you come from.
Here is your passport.
It tells people who you are.
Without it you are no one.
May Allah protect you, Afyareh.
Go in peace.
Ladies and Gentlemen.
Welcome to "Today is your lucky day"
Today...
is...
your lucky...
day.
The starving Somali people has believed that...
the civil war is finally over.
The official victim counte 100,000 people.
One third would've been women and children.
Refugees have raised to 500,000.
Mohamed Siad Barre's been deposed.
His army has been pulled out of Mogodishu.
The Somali civil war between...
Waris. There is a Coup d'Etat in Somalia!
the country's president, Siad Barre and Lion's organization...
The president is deposed.
The embassy staff has been recalled!
Waris, pack your belongings!
I can't go back!
Over tens of thousands civilians are destroying 70% of the city.
According to different sources, we didn't have organizations.
The next step is to build a full of goverment in which power is...
to be equally distributed between the different factions.
You got some good friends, so they just paid your bail.
You free to go.
After your embassy close down, there was six monthes period during...
which you'll automatically granted asylum as a political refugee.
All you have to do is extend your passport.
You want a stamp, that's all it would've taken.
I didn't know.
We granted you limited permit to remain in the UK.
You must report to immigration once a week.
Any infringements, and you'll be deported.
Do you know why you still sitting there?
And not back with your camels...
in some miserable huts without water or broadband?
Because I hired the best lawyer in town.
which I should done in the first place...
instead of trusting of your low life associates couldn't organize a piss-up in a brewery.
You have cost me thousands! My darling.
Thousands!
But I'll have it back. Every penny.
You will do every job I send your way. And you'll not complain.
And you will do it before immigration authorities send you back.
To your desert.
Marsell! Trevor!
Ten thousands seven hundred and forty five pounds, twenty three pence.
That's the lawyer. That's the travel costs.
And that is...
you've already lost commision for all the jobs you didn't get it to do.
Here you go.
What about the bail that you've paid.
I don't need that back.
I should've double checked that dodgy passport.
I mean I'm the one who knows about this stuff, not you.
This is my fault.
You were just trying to help.
So what you gonna do then.
I need work permit.
Oh, no. Waris. You can't be serious.
No!
What?
I'm so sorry!
Had right nightmare. First bus wouldn't let me on, it was full.
That's... here's some flowers. For you.
Thank you.
You're sure you want to do this?
Remember I have no money.
- I don't want your money. - And you can't touch her.
- What?! I've got a girl friend actually. - Oh?
Yeah. She's polish, blond, beautiful.
Where is she then?
Marilyn. That would be strange.
Yeah.
All right. Should we do this?
Come on.
You see. There is only one way to fox them.
That's... if we live together as a man and wife.
- What?! - Traidition.
What about your girl friend?
She's out. She'll be fine.
She works for the amnesty international.
Here.
Smile.
- What are you doing? - We have to take photographes, you know?
It's proof of our love.
Would you prefer to sleep on the left or on the right?
'Cause you know, I'm easy. I'm all right.
On the sofa.
Yeah. See, thing is,
The immigration boys. They'll popping around for surprise inspections.
We need to keep one step ahead of them. You know.
It has to look real.
Yeah. Ok.
Yeah. Sorry about that. Maid's day off.
It's Ok.
Neal, thank you. For everything.
Really.
Ah, Ok.
Best behavior.
They're officers of the laws. Sweeping in to make arrests
- Ten thousand pounds. Yes? - You betcha straight in my bank account.
So everybody. May I present Waris Dirie.
- Where's the car tyres? - Car tyres?
Pirelli is a calendar, darling.
Go along to make up.
Where's Donaldson? Isn't he taking the pictures?
He'll be here later. Later.
So, what we think? Is't Ok?
- Is he here yet? - Oh, you know Terry.
So. Did we do the body? Yeah. And feets?
She doesn't need anything.
Good afternoon. Hello, hello, hello. Hello, Lucinda.
Mastero. Hello, darling.
Sorry, I'm late. Apologise, Waris.
I picked up my daughter after from school. Look, I found this. Look.
You might like it.
Thank you.
- How are you? - Oh, great. Yeah.
She'll be fine with me. Thank you.
Ok.
Uh, could you leave please?
Thank you!
They off.
It's a duck feather, look.
Green on it. Gua-Gua.
- We all sets, Spike? - Yes, boss.
This is your mark, my dear.
That's it.
Don't think about the money.
Never mind anybody more gorgeous.
Right, let's do the polish, Louie. Do we?
Let's do the one.
Oh, Spike. Give us another cup of tea now, will you?
Waris. You have to take your clothes off.
Waris. You're lovely person, you know.
From inside as much as outside.
If we get this right.
It'll change your life.
So it's all gonna come off.
All right.
You are allowed to breath, you know.
Right. Here we go.
Right. Chin up. Not that much so.
That's it.
Ok. Chin up again. Mouth, that's it.
That's all right.
Slowly.
Ok. Just turns the right slightly.
Open your mouth a bit.
A bit more.
No. Not that much. Close it. That's it, that's it.
That's lovely.
That's great!
It's good.
I make chicken soup. You like that. No?
So where you've been?
I was worried about you.
You know, London can be a dangerous place.
- I need my wife to be safe. - No. I'm not your wife.
You know what?
It's what exactly what you are.
And you bet you're not cheating on that.
Do you have a fight with Angenisca?
You certainly nage me like a wife, don't you?
Do you know what a 'nage' is?
You said you (would) introduce me to her.
It's a waste of water.
Don't you tell me what to do in my own flat, yeah?!
I helped you out.
You're not in the desert now.
Grow up.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. We shouldn't get each other like this, should we?
I don't want to fight either.
They all desire you, don't they?
But I have you.
And you're a bloody horrible cook.
Home office. Open the door please.
Neal. Get up.
- Mrs Waris Fillen? - Yeah.
Home office.
Bathroom, lounge.
You do know it's 5am in the morning.
This is out of order.
- Mr. Fillen - Well done. Sherlock.
- Would you like some tea? - No, thank you.
Can you confirm that this is the marrytal bed?
Yes.
- Utilized by both of you? - Yes.
Why?
You want to know what we do in it?
That won't be necessary, sir.
We're not ashamed, you know.
Yeah. So, all right. Love birds.
You'll be seen us again.
No doubt.
- Excuse me? - Yeah.
- Do you have these in a 5? - Yeah.
- I let them deport me. - Shr...
- A minute. - All right.
What are you talking about?
Waris.
I miss my mother.
I miss my brother. I want to go home.
Hey, no!
You married last year. Haven't got long to go.
And then you can get divorce.
And then you don't back to see that plonker again.
Listen, Waris.
No. Neal, please!
I love you.
Why don't you give it time?
You will grow to love me.
What about your Polish girl friend?
There's no girl friend.
How could there be any woman but you.
I'm sorry.
You just don't know what it's like.
To be crazy about someone.
- Please! - No!
Please!
I'm not saying.
Every night I'm in bed with most beautiful woman in the world.
She won't let me touch her.
It's no different when you're prime races, is it?
Indefinitely leave to remain.
Thank you.
This is my sister.
It's my sister. Is she nice?
It's my sister. It's true, honest.
Yeah. Is she good? It's my sister.
It's my sister.
Could be your lucky day.
Discovered her on the loo. Honestly.
Harold Jackson.
Yeah.
I'm sorry. I...
London.
- Downjacket. - Yeah.
You look great. What you doing here?
Uh... I...
Uh... coincidence.
My uh... friend lives on the same floor, yeah.
Open the door.
- Can't remember her name. - She's pretty.
Oh! She is out rages.
She's just drop everything and gone back to bloody Africa.
Richard, BBC.
They're making some song about her.
The day that change my life or something.
I mean I'm the one who changed her life, darling.
They should making a film about me.
Waris. So good to see you.
You look great what your wearing.
Do you want something to drink?
Coffee, tea, water, still, sparkling, coke?
Water please.
- Another water please. - Yes, mam.
I watched the BBC film.
I thought it was amazing.
So, tell me how do you feel seeing your mother?
You haven't seen her in how long?
Twenty years.
Wow! Twenty years! God.
I would love not to see my mother for twenty years.
You really are nomad girl. Now look at you.
You are... You're a top model. Everybody dolls.
So, tell me how you get discovered?
Tell me the day that change your life.
You just walked into a fast-food restaurant.
And there was just a photographer, right?
That's not the day that change my life.
What? What do you mean?
I don't want to do any more this " Nomad girl to top model" stories.
Well, that's what we arranged. That's what our readers want.
If I tell you a story.
You guarantee you will be published.
Ok. I can't guarantee you anything. You know, we're...
We're one of the top magazines.
We got readers all over the world.
Ok.
Tell me.
Tell me about the day that change your life.
I was three years old.
And the night before I was...
given an extra potion of rice.
I don't know why.
I'm one of twelve children.
My mother had to get back to the others.
My wound became infected.
I developed high fever.
The clitoris is removed.
And the inner and outer lips of the vulvae are cut away.
And wound sewed up.
Only the scaring remains were the genitals once were.
The mid-get left a hole size of a match had.
I went to back to the rocks once.
Everything was gone.
It was eaten by the birds.
So I'm headed home. She shows up out of no where.
She sees my room-mate, freaks out, runs away.
No phone number. No address. She...
I don't even remember her name.
- Sounds like a great story, man. - Tom.
Will you get some better maganizes man?
And I've been asking you that since I started coming coming.
Could someone bring some sugar to the Bronx?
And please take to table number six to see what they want.
This is her. Desert flower. This...
This is the girl.
This is the girl I'm talking about. This is the girl I just met.
Yeah? What about the other girl in other copy in the other maganize?
- No. I'm serious! - Yeah.
UN HEADQUARTER, NEW YORK
It's time.
Darling.
Waris.
Don't think about doing your cinderella trick. Because all the exits are covered.
You see?
You know, take your time.
I mean,
people come half way around the world to hear your speak record.
Madam.
- Are you ready? - Yes, I'm... yes I'm ready.
I've been sat here for... half an hour.
What have you been doing there? building a boat something.
I've been thinking calling security.
- Security. - Is that great? Is that you walking nauzy?
Thinking show me up there or something?
I mean I teach you everything I know.
- Do you remember? - I missed you.
I'm happy you're here.
Ladies and gentlemen, please take you seats.
Our first speaker today,
Will be Miss Waris Dirie, from Somalia.
I love my mother.
I love my family.
And I love Africa.
For over three thousands years, the family truly believes...
that their daughter who is not circumcised. It's not clean.
Because what exist between our legs, is unclean.
So it must be removed.
And sealed up.
As proof of virginity and virtue.
And in the wedding night,
the husband takes blade or a knife, and cut it open.
Before he forces himself into his bride.
And an uncircumcised girl can not marry.
Consequently, she's expel from her village.
And put on the same level as a whore.
This practice continues.
Even though it's not returning to the Coran.
It's accept that as a result of this neutralization.
Women are sick, mentally and physically...
for the rest of their lifes.
The same women, back bone of Africa.
I survived. But my two sisters didn't.
Sophia bled to death after been mutilated.
And Aamina died in child birth with a baby in her belly.
How much stronger would our continental be...
if this senseless ritual were abolished.
There is a proverb in my country.
The last camel in line works as quick as the first.
Whatever happens to the least of us...
has effect on all of us.
When I was a child...
I said "I do not want to be a woman".
Why when it's so painful...
and so unhappy.
But now that I'm grown.
I'm proud to be who I am.
But for the sick of all of us,
let's try and change what's that means.
To be a woman.
130 million girls and women are affected worldwide.
Immigrants continue this tradition not only in Africa and Asia
but also in Europe and the U.S.
Waris Dirie was the first woman to publicly
discuss Female Genital Mutilation
and succeded at drawing attention to the issue.
United Nations Secretary General, Mr. Kofi Annan,
selected Waris Dirie as an UN, Special Ambassador
to fight against this atrocity.
Since then, Female Genital Mutilation has been
officially forbidden in many countries.
Despite this, the practice goes on until today.
6,000 girls are mutilated every day.