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Listen to this melody flow
Camels are adored by their jockeys
Those who laid eyes on them can attest to this
Before I ever set sight on them
My heart was drawn to them
They look so graceful on the race track
They travel faster than the moon
Even if you were to offer me the wealth of the world
Matar...
Come.
I would never give up on them
They are a divine gift
The camel died.
But he's trying to rescue the calf.
She's dead.
Let's leave.
Let's go, Matar!
Hear you, obsessed with the finest of songs
Listen to this melody flow
Camels are adored by their jockeys
Those who laid eyes on them can attest to this
Before I ever set sight on them
My heart was drawn to them
Hofira, stay put!
Here they come.
- Good job, Ghanim. - Thank you.
He'll win the next race
and will make us proud, we have great hope in you.
God willing, Sir.
Your jacket is torn.
I will fix it myself. Take Berak to the stables.
Did you see your brother beat everyone?
If I was racing with you, you'd all be behind me.
You mean on Hofira?
Of course.
The sun is about to set.
Are you scared?
Abdallah,
Illuminate the track.
Should I strap you in?
- I don't need it. - Let me strap you in.
I don't need it.
I will beat you in a heartbeat.
Look, hold the reins like this.
If she goes too fast...
Teach yourself!
Matar!
Matar, wait until I'm on my camel!
Don't be so happy.
I didn't say a single word.
To be honest.
You and Hofira should have a race.
You should race her.
Instead of being a tailor.
Let me write a poem and sing
a song in praise of the camel
The camel has earned our respect since ancient times
They pass through the others whenever I draw near
Like a ray of light piercing the darkness
As the camels advance...
You don't even remember the poem you wrote!
Leave me in peace.
Listen to this poem and tell me if it's copied.
Go ahead.
You listen, too.
It goes...
Let us remember our past
For what is gone is forever lost
Let us remember our hero
The master of all racing tracks
He rode high above his beast and sang
Faster than a flash of lightning
He cleared all obstacles in his path
As if they would dissipate into smoke
For his goodwill he got what he desired
And would do so again if he did it a dozen times
He is the Hajjan, the Jockey
He is our idol
And all my words are proven right
Look at the race we partake in
They call it the Safwa, the Great Race, after him
He stood at the finish line and sang
While the other riders stood at the start
How did he win by such a margin?
He must have started three days earlier.
- It's the story of our grandfather. - Sure.
All our grandfathers were famous jockeys.
It's just legends.
- They all shook his hand and said... - You're the best of your tribe.
I know.
But you don't understand.
You're still too young to shave.
But not too young to race?
Racing is better than shaving.
Listen, Matar,
a real man knows what's right and always acts upon it.
How shall I know what's right?
Who knows?
I don't like racing.
You don't understand.
The euphoria of winning is unmatched.
We were jockeys in the past,
we are jockeys today -
and will always be.
We need to leave this place.
Where to?
To the city, stupid. To our uncle Hazza's.
- But we're good here... - We feel like a burden here.
They let us stay in honor of our father.
We can earn more from city races than what we earn here.
Listen...
Life doesn't revolve around Hofira.
There are better experiences to enjoy.
You fixed it! That's great.
HAJJAN
In the name of God. And with God's blessings always.
I welcome you all, and send you my best.
Here from the North, where all the beauty lies.
All the big crowds are here
to watch the Valley Race.
Peace be upon you.
Mutlaq and Brik Al Abbas. Barak is the camel's name.
The name of the jockey is Ghanim.
Take number 6.
Thank you!
May you win, Barak.
Isn't that the guy who won last year?
Jasser, the bastard.
Why?
He's dishonest.
He wants to win at any cost.
He's very dressed up.
He is full of himself.
And who is the boy in the golden headscarf?
That's Majd, his jockey.
And the boy wearing glasses?
Dhiab, another of his jockeys.
And you're competing in the same race as them?
I'll teach them a lesson they'll never forget.
Yes, here lies beauty. Here lies perfection.
Here's the North. Here's where the beauty lies.
And the challenge of camel racing. The Valley Race, where glory awaits.
Who will be the winner?
Here comes the rider called the Calm Puma.
No calm to be found where magic lies.
A superb jockey.
Khaled, be calm.
Calm down.
And today we have the two brothers.
They come from the outskirts of the desert.
Mutlaq and Brik Al Abbas and their jockey, Ghanim.
We welcome them here in the world of camel racing.
Peace be unto you!
God Bless you! Welcome!
Yes and who doesn't know Jasser?
He's Sakkar's grandson, what a record, what a history!
God bless you! Welcome!
The crowds are ready and excited.
How beautiful...
Be careful, riders.
Be safe.
We see the crowds gathered here.
All this beauty, of the North of course.
These final moments, they're taking off...
And here we go!
Let's go, Hofira.
And so begins the Valley Race.
Who will win? Let's watch and see.
What's happening, brothers?
There's an early surrender.
It's the wrong way brother, go the other way!
This race is too big for him. Yes this race is very dangerous.
We're with you!
Go, Khaled! God bless you!
Ride to victory, Khaled! Amazing, Khaled!
Come on... Barak!
And who doesn't know Ghanim?
Yes, yes this legendary name.
This great name, come on Ghanim!
Yes, they are newcomers but we warmly welcome them.
Faster, Ghanim, faster!
Great, keep going!
Who threw off Khaled?
We couldn't see. Did anyone see what happened?
God be with you! God be with you!
And they're going, they're going.
You are now in the empty corner. Alone in the vast desert!
Give it your best shot.
It's getting closer.
And Ghanim speeds to the front.
Don't look behind you! You're leading the way!
He's racing the wind!
The exceptional duo. The buzz is all about them.
The finish line is almost here!
Victory is yours, Ghanim!
Faster, faster, Ghanim!
You're almost there!
Ghanim!
Ghanim fell.
I didn't see well but we hope he is ok!
- Stop! - There are cars behind me!
Figure it out, brother. Stop!
Majd is racing the wind!
There he goes, heading towards victory!
Jasser! Jasser! Jasser!
God bless you! God bless you!
If you ask me who makes history; it is Jasser El Sayel. Who is Jasser El Sayel?
Stop! Stop the car!
Dear God!
Congratulations Jasser!
May God bestow His forgiveness and grace upon him.
May God unite him with the righteous.
God grant him safe harbor in Heaven, O Lord of Both Worlds.
Amen.
May God cleanse him with water, snow and cold.
- May God enlighten his grave. - Amen.
May God have mercy on him and forgive him.
Amen.
- God welcome him in the highest heaven. - Amen.
- Grant him support on Judgment Day. - Amen.
May God have mercy on him and forgive him.
- Grant him support on Judgment Day. - Amen.
He's Your guest and You're the Most Merciful.
Oh God, he's Your guest and You're the Most Merciful.
May God have mercy on him and forgive him.
Forgive him, O Lord of Both Worlds.
This is his uncle Hazza. He came from the city.
Amen.
My condolences.
What do you think?
It is a difficult situation for the boy.
Their Father Malik may he rest in peace,
is the reason this place is still standing.
But the cost is not sustainable.
Be prepared to leave tomorrow.
Stay a few days, Hazza.
You're very generous. But I have a lot to do.
I'm not coming with you.
I'm staying here with Hofira.
You have to go with your Uncle.
Hofira will stay here. We'll keep her safe.
You're going to sell her, right?
You'll take my camel, the very one I didn't let you brand?
Hofira is only worth her meat.
- Matar... - Let me race her.
Don't you know racing takes years of preparation?
- And you need a proper camel. - I've been riding Hofira for years.
All I'm asking for is a chance.
One chance. One race.
If you qualify for it, great.
But if not...
You leave us Hofira.
If I could, I would buy Hofira.
But I can't afford her.
I know, uncle.
You staying here with Mutlaq and Brik.
It's shameful for you, and for me.
They're not your family.
You promise you'll come if you don't win?
I promise.
My son,
a real man grieves...
yet conceals his grief.
Ask for the green valley outside the city.
That's where you will find me.
Promise me you'll come?
Alright, Godspeed.
In the name of God,
we welcome you...
And now, here comes the Skills Race.
Everyone has gathered for the Skills Race.
Mutlaq and Brik...
The camel's name is Hofira. We want number 6.
- The name of the jockey? - Matar.
- Number 6. - Give it to him.
Thank you.
Now is the moment.
Everyone has gathered for the Skills Race.
The top two will qualify to the Qualification Race,
which is just one step before the Great Race.
And now is the moment.
Today is the big day.
And now...
Hello, Jasser.
Hello.
This is my camel.
Sure, sure.
We are only ten minutes away from the race.
Featuring Jasser Bin Sayel, the great Jasser!
The legendary Jasser!
Jasser, from the house of Saqqar!
Do you have the padding on, so you're safe if you fall?
Yes.
Take this Matar.
Can you hear me?
Are you sure you don't want a whip?
I'm sure.
God be with you.
In the name of God. With His blessings.
We welcome you to the Skills Race.
Such a big turnout,
the audience, the press, everyone.
A day to go down in history!
A day that will be eternally enshrined in glory.
Five minutes until the race starts.
It is a race we've eagerly anticipated. It is a race We've waited a long time for.
Only a few minutes are left.
Five minutes, yes!
God be with you, Matar.
Everyone is excited, everyone is ready
for these exceptional moments!
Everyone is at the starting line, united by the same feelings and desire!
Everyone wants to win!
Here they go!
We're with you! Do you hear me?
Move back and forth. Go, go!
Only a few moments left!
Al-Mareda takes the first place! Al-Mareda is speeding.
Jasser's camels!
Who is history? It is Jasser El Sayel.
Who is Jasser El Sayel? Saqqar's grandson.
Who is Saqqar? Saqqar is history.
We're with you! We're with you!
He is losing his grip. This was a stupid idea!
We're in dusty conditions. Be careful, jockeys!
Majd is racing the wind. Majd in the golden headscarf.
What is this excellence, Jasser?
Jasser secures both first and second place!
Here are Jasser's camels, lined up in a row.
God be with you.
Who is coming now? Let's watch and see!
He's a newcomer!
Who's approaching? A new name!
It's camel number 6. Welcome, Hofira!
And her jockey Matar!
From the house of Mutlaq and Brik Al Abbas.
Go, Matar!
Look at them coming through the desert!
Do you know this kid?
You have competition today, Jasser.
We have solutions in mind.
Who is that? Who is he?
Oh! Dhiab fell off his camel!
Keep going, Matar!
And so we keep going! Al-Mareda is getting closer!
To the finish line! To the finish line!
To the end of the race!
Majd with the golden scarf races the wind!
Congratulations to Majd!
Majd with the golden scarf.
Congratulations, Jasser.
Thank you.
But the big surprise is Matar!
Hofira takes second place!
Hofira is the big surprise!
Yes, yes Hofira finished in second place.
Congratulations!
We expected first and second to go to Jasser.
Yes, the star of the show!
Hofira's the new star,
with the jockey Matar and Brik Al Abbas.
But we had an agreement.
- If I qualify, you don't sell Hofira. - You didn't secure first place.
You captured second place.
Before the race, Hofira's value was only worth her meat,
and now her value has gone up.
We never expected that.
But that was our deal.
A fortunate twist of fate as a rewward for treating you well
and now there is a solution in sight...
I'll make you an offer I didn't even discuss with Brik.
Since you're the reason for her value, we can let you go with her.
What do you say?
Who wants to buy her?
JASSER BIN SAYEL
Do you need help?
Tie up the camels.
Boy, boy.
Your place is over there.
This is Al-Mareda.
This camel will win the Great Race this year.
Do you know what happens when you win the Great Race?
Al-Namous?
Al-Namous, social honor.
Would you like a chance?
If you ride her faster than Majd,
you can ride her in the Great Race.
What do you say?
I have a better chance at winning riding Hofira.
Al-Mareda is the one that needs to win.
Do you know why?
She is from this house and carries its brand.
Which is why whoever rides Hofira will have one goal.
To support her. To support only.
Understand?
Yes, Sir.
So, you don't want a chance at winning?
Look, I used to be a jockey.
A real jockey only cares about winning.
Only winning.
- And a real man... - A real man...
... knows what's right, Sir, and always acts upon it.
I do want to win.
But Hofira will not let anyone else ride her.
If you want your camel to win,
I have to be riding my own.
Saleh.
Yes, Sir.
Continue with the training tomorrow.
The next race is soon.
Yes, Sir.
A real man
does what he is told.
Even if he thinks he is right.
What's with you?
- Don't you want to be the main jockey? - I told you.
My camel won't let anyone else ride her.
Don't call her your camel. She belongs to Jasser.
You're just a jockey.
So listen and shut up.
This year is mine.
- What year? - The Great Race.
We have the best camel
and the best jockeys.
We must now focus on the next race.
We must secure both the first and second places.
But I don't trust this new kid.
Pay attention to him during training.
You don't trust him
and yet you offer to let him ride Al-Mareda.
Why not?
It'll keep Majd safe.
You worry about Majd?
Or you want to win at any cost?
Just keep an eye on him during the training.
Al-Namous will be mine.
Like my grandfather Saqqar.
And then the city, and life with the elites, right?
Yes.
Will you come with me?
Your hands are greasy.
You know the deal.
A marriage of convenience.
You get Al-Namous, we get our inheritance.
It's not like that for me, Sara.
You are the only thing that wasn't chosen for convenience.
- Take this. - I don't need it.
Take this. Do as I say.
I told you I don't need it.
Take it. Or I'll beat you with it!
Don't argue.
The boy is stubborn.
Tell me, Saleh.
What's the difference between my late brother and me?
I didn't know him.
I came after he passed away and you became owner.
But you heard of him?
All of you share a commendable reputation.
Are you here to keep an eye on the place or on me?
Excuse me, Sir?
Why did you tell Sara that I offered the boy to ride Al-Mareda?
Me?
Sir, you said it in front of all the trainers.
Maybe one of them told her.
Make sure the boy is ready.
Your fate depends on him.
Where's the whip?
If you want peace, don't be stubborn...
or Jasser will kick you out!
Let's go.
Is there a problem?
What will I do if I win the race?
I would buy food for my camel for an entire year.
I would train less.
I would buy the camel I'm riding,
and go far away from here.
We shouldn't dream about winning.
Our job is to support.
Didn't you recognize me?
I'm the one you knocked down in the last race.
I'm Dhiab.
Your name is Matar, right?
I heard it from Saleh when he was assigning roles,
they assigned you a supporting role.
Jasser told me but I don't know what that means.
Jasser doesn't know anything about camels.
He wasn't a jockey?
Is this what he told you?
Jasser's brother was the owner of the farm.
He had banished Jasser from the farm. When he died,
Jasser came back and married his brother's wife.
Have you ever seen a camel owner whose camels don't know his voice?
But his camels always win.
And Majd is faster than the wind.
Don't get me started about that boy.
Why?
Without us, he wouldn't even win one race.
Majd only competes when there are two or three supporting riders.
They don't try to win, they only have to stop whoever poses a threat to Majd.
A few races ago, this lead to the death of one of the contestants.
Jasser was celebrating, like he'd run over a dog with his car.
I didn't mean to kill your brother.
It's Jasser.
We only follow his commands,
that's all we can do.
I was his best jockey, until you came along.
Don't say anything, I beg you.
Damn you, Al-Mareda!
Matar...
Hey, Matar...
Matar!
Go to the track.
The Finish Line.
God bless you!
God bless you! Thank you!
Congratulations to Abed El Saady, "the Calm Puma".
And to his jockey Khaled.
- Congratulations as always, Sheikh Abed. - Thank you so much.
Congratulations, Sheikh Abed. You deserve it.
Thank you.
Are you ready for today's race?
We're ready, God willing.
God willing.
- Excuse me. - Please, please, go ahead.
You were the one who lost his brother in the Valley Race.
Yes.
Is this your camel?
This is Hofira.
Well, Hofira.
What's this brand? She belongs to Jasser?
They sold her to him.
Are you willing to heed my advice?
Don't race for anyone but yourself.
I'm Abed.
- Matar. - God bless you.
Hello, Jasser.
Hello.
I've won today's race.
And I wish you all the best.
I hope we'll compete together in the Great Race.
I wish you the best.
What did he want from you?
What's with you?
You know what you need to do in the race, right?
- He knows very well, Sir... - I'm not asking you!
Give me the whip.
Look at me.
Majd and Dhiab need to win first and second place
to qualify for the Great Race.
And you...
you will support them.
Understood? Support.
Be smart.
Use the whip.
You're number 12.
But I want number 6.
Well today you race as number 12!
You see this radio?
Don't lose it.
Focus on my instructions and comply.
Understand?
Abed El Saady is one of the first to qualify
for the Safwa Race, the Great Race.
The races are ongoing, the entertainment is still on.
Within moments, the Qualifying race will start.
The race that qualifies for the Great Race.
And so everyone is tense.
If I am so nervous,
I don't want to imagine what state the owners and jockeys are in.
God be with them.
First and second place qualify to the Great Race.
Everyone is ready for the start of the race.
And here they go with God's blessings.
Al-Mareda, Hofira and Al Badee.
The exciting trio with their jockeys.
Along with the owner, Jasser El Sayel.
Yes, he's following, watching with anticipation, eager and excitment.
For this start. The first and second place qualify to the Safwa race.
The race that everyone is waiting for.
Al-Mareda heads out to the front. Exceptional performance by Jasser's.
On action day, Jasser appears,
the breaker of records, the writer of history,
a star like no other!
His glory outruns time and wind!
Yes, his glory exceeds all!
This is today's prize?
And here's Hofira! Beautiful!
But what's happening! Matar and Hofira!
A big surprise, a historic surprise!
The others are lagging behind. Oh my!
What is going on! What a surprise!
Hofira and Matar!
The jockey Matar with Hofira heading to victory!
Matar crosses the finish line!
Matar finishes way ahead of anyone!
And the fight for second place is on!
Majd with the golden scarf, also from Jasser's jockeys!
He's coming with Al-Mareda in second place.
Majd goes at lightning speed!
In first and second place; Jasser El Sayel's camels.
Yes, he gave us two names in this race.
Congratulations, Jasser!
You bought a nice win.
He acquainted us with Hofira.
Congratulations to Hofira's owner,
Jasser El Sayel, Saqqar's grandson.
Do you know this is the first time we qualify for the Great Race?
We've been trying for five years.
Five years of frustration.
And now...
we've qualified with two camels.
This will never happen again.
I will not let it slip away, no matter the price.
You don't race, you cheat.
Your tricks killed Ghanim.
You came here to avenge your brother's death?
We didn't kill him.
Camel racing involves risks.
Hofira will not let anyone but me ride her.
And I will not race for you.
Listen, boy.
I killed your brother.
And I will kill you too.
If you kill me, I can't race for you.
Saleh, Bring his camel here and slaughter her in front of him.
If I race for you,
will you let me leave this place with Hofira?
If you only race, no.
If you race, and let Al-Mareda win, then yes.
What do you say?
Keep him here until the race.
He'll learn to behave.
Why kill the camel that can bring you Al-Namous?
Quite a first!
Yes, no one has done this before and no one will.
But this boy,
he beat the hourglass.
Do you know what this means?
Isn't this what you want?
- For someone to win you Al-Namous - What I want...
... is to win with a camel from my house.
Not with the ones I bought!
Did you hear what people said today?
They said I bought my win.
God gives everyone what they deserve.
If the boy is lucky on this camel, help him win, not lose.
Enough!
The kid gave me his word.
And we'll see what happens.
I cannot let such a kid go against me.
I have to tell you something.
Let's go.
I'm not going anywhere without Hofira.
Come on, idiot.
You're an excellent jockey.
It's all thanks to my brother, God rest his soul, and Hofira.
Please keep her secret.
Do you know where to go?
You're a son of the desert. And the desert will guide you.
Go.
Open the door, boy.
Get the spare tire!
We found this in the stable.
Do you know who helped him out?
No.
Saleh!
Find him.
Yes, Sir. Go! Find him! Quick!
Where to, Hofira?
- Matar! - Matar!
Take whatever you want.
I told you, take what you want without paying.
Thank you. This is all I need.
I'm trying to get to the city. But I don't know the way.
You're close.
What do you want in the city?
My uncle is there.
So not for the Great Race?
We did qualify. But I can't participate.
You know, I watch all the races.
And the Great Race.
I even watched the race that made them call it The Great Race.
The man who won it was the greatest jockey to ever live.
He stood at the finish line and sang
While the other riders stood at the start.
This is my grandfather's story.
We were jockeys in the past,
we are jockeys today,
and we will always be.
Uncle, uncle!
Welcome! Welcome!
God bless you.
I didn't steal anything, uncle.
I didn't steal anything.
Hofira belongs to him now.
But they were going to kill her before my eyes.
Just like they did to Ghanim.
Yes, they killed Ghanim in the Valley Race.
And anyway, who told you I stole her?
Get some rest.
Everything will be solved.
Hofira!
Son, she belongs to him!
A real man doesn't steal!
Enough talk about manhood!
A real man acts like a man and doesn't just talk like one.
What's with you, Matar?
She's mine I'm taking her to the race.
May I have a word with him?
Of course.
Come.
Do you see this?
Is it yours?
You forgot it.
You think she is yours?
She is mine,
and so are you.
Do the organizers know you're using a girl to race?
So she's the one who helped you out?
She helped you escape?
Along with her mother?
This changes nothing.
You know what you have to do now.
SAFWA GREAT RACE WALL OF HONOR
SAQQAR BIN MOHAMMAD AL-SAYEL 1342
Why, Sara?
You destroy everything for the sake of a boy.
And you know all I do is for...
For your own interest. For the social honor you never got.
Don't lie to me and to yourself.
Lie?
And my love for you?
Is that a lie, too?
You only love yourself.
Sara...
I don't care who wins anymore.
And the winner gets whatever they desire.
Only the winner.
And the loser?
Loses everything.
Let this be clear to the jockeys.
What are you wearing?
You look like a clown.
You never really belonged here,
Jasser.
Matar.
- How are you? - Good.
My brother Ghanim said the Great Race was named
after my grandfather.
But I can't find his name.
They wrote a poem about him. My brother recited it.
Ready for today's race? We will be competing!
Best of luck to us.
Matar.
What's wrong?
Abed...
Why are you talking to my jockey?
What's it to you? I talk to whomever I want.
Not to my jockeys. You don't talk to them.
Calm down. Let's talk privately.
Have a seat.
The thing is...
See this hourglass?
It's old.
It's ragged.
It's a hundred years old.
It was my grandfather's prize at the Great Race.
The grains of sand are made of gold.
They represent the time my grandfather's camel needed in the race.
Speak until your time runs out.
I don't know what to tell you, Jasser.
I've known you for 20 years.
You never showed love or affection for camels.
Even men who race cars show more interest in their cars.
They name them, take care of them, knowing that they are objects!
Better than you treat camels who are mentioned in the Quran!
You have to think of your reputation.
You know what I realized today,
while looking at the Wall of Honor?
I saw my grandfather's name. Saqqar Bin Sayel.
Written on the Wall of Honor.
Only my grandfather's name.
Not the name of his camel. Or where it came from.
Not even the jockey riding it.
They say that this jockey used to race the wind.
They wrote poems about him.
But if you inquire about his name?
Nobody has a clue.
They just called him the Jockey.
History is indifferent to emotiongs,intentions and techniques.
Everything you and the other owners
say about me buying my wins,
doesn't matter.
And many years from now,
when there will be no trace of your existence,
no one will be able to prove you ever lived.
But my name will be in gilded letters on the Wall of Honor.
Al-Namous is all there is.
I want to buy Hofira after the race,
no matter who wins.
Give the boy a new life.
Your time is up.
Today...
I will hear my name resound loudly through the speakers.
I'm sorry I told your secret.
We are all trying to survive.
What can we do?
A real man knows what's right and acts on it.
What's the right thing?
Next.
You're registered as an owner and trainer?
Yes.
You have two camels registered for the final?
Your place is not here, man. You should be with your camels.
Next.
- But... - Move along.
In the name of God. And Thee we ask for help.
So begins the Great Race.
The greatest camel race in the world.
Can I do one round?
This is the Great Race. Not some small circuit race.
Greetings.
This is my camel.
Are you trying to embarrass me? This is for small circuits, not here.
Take your watch before I throw it in your face!
Move!
Drive slowly.
And you, get in this car.
Strange. He never stepped foot in here.
Out! Get out!
What are you doing, Sir?
Why did you sign me up as a trainer, you idiot?
You insisted, Sir! I tried to explain to you but you...
Shut up! Give me this radio!
Should I adjust your name in the registration?
Don't do anything! The race is starting now.
And I will be driving the vehicle.
What?
No, Sir, I beg you.
Neither the camels nor the jockeys know your voice.
You don't know how to guide them.
I'm sorry, but it's the truth.
Not today. It's the Great Race.
Can you hear me?
If you hear me wave!
Do you hear...
Honorable guests from all over,
The world's largest camel race is kicking off right now.
The Great Race,
attended by audiences from all over the world.
People from all the corners of the globe have gathered here
to attend the biggest and greatest race in the world!
Dear audience, what a magnificent event!
How amazing! How Great! This is awesome!
The start of the greatest camel race in the world!
And here we go to the race!
The Great Race.
Reflect on the camels, and how they were created.
Their worth in our hearts is unlimited!
They mean so much to our people.
And the admirers of the sport of camel racing.
Here we go to the great race.
The biggest and greatest camel race in the world!
The Great Race! The Great Race!
The biggest and greatest camel race in the world!
People came from across the world.
Khaled, faster!
Go, Majd!
Go, Matar, go!
Oh, Matar. Matar.
This is Matar.
Good job! Watch out for the guys behind you.
Keep your eyes on the road, Sir!
Majd with the golden headscarf
is racing faster than the wind!
Go, Majd, go!
Faster, Khaled!
Matar and Majd are side by side!
They are side by side!
Al-Namous is mine!
Matar and Majd are still side by side.
Matar is stopping! What happened?
What happened?
Matar, what are you doing!
Majd is going for the win.
He's making a strong push for victory!
Now I understand, you're a good man!
Let my camel win!
Khaled is in second place!
Go, Al-Mareda!
It's a girl, it's a girl!
She's a girl, dear listeners!
It's a girl that's winning!
She's faster than everyone else!
Watch out!
An accident, there's been an accident!
Khaled won second place!
God forgive me.
Do you know who you are? Who your ancestors are?
What would your grandfather say, God rest his soul.
His grandson is a cheater?
He used an innocent girl to achieve his goals?
It's not just that.
I heard he encourages his jockeys to play dangerous tricks.
He caused the death of a jockey in the Valley Race, in the North.
We, as the racing committee,
ban you from participating in camel races.
You will be stripped of today's win. The winner will be the runner up.
Abed's house.
You're not a man. You're a coward.
Congratulations to Abed Al-Saady!
You deserve this win!
ABED MOUBARAK AL-SAADY 1444
You engraved your name on the honor plaque!
You engraved it in letters of gold!
I've always been racing.
I've loved camels since I was a child.
It's all thanks to my mother and my camel.
I was ashamed so I had to hide.
But I think I've proven my abilities, especially today.
This is how much time you have left on this Earth.
Before I ever set sight on them
My heart was drawn to them
They look so graceful on the race track
They travel faster than the moon
Camels are adored by their jockeys
Anyone who laid eyes on them can attest to this
Before I ever set sight on them
They look so graceful on the race track
They travel faster than the moon
We follow their path with the Bedouins
We go wherever they want to take us
If I'm down or upset
Seeing them lifts me up
They are a gift from God
Ghanim!
They are precious and valuable to me.
Hofira.
Majd!
- Where's Matar? - He went to the desert.
He stood at the finish line and sang,
While the other riders stood at the start.
Ready, Hofira?