Scene 2
As the lights come up we are Inside the Mazin family's humble home. Left of center stage. Nala is preparing tea, Papa Fadhil enters after shearing the sheep and plops a huge bundle of wool in a large basket. Envy is pretending to sweep, waiting for any excuse to sneak out so she can observe the Peshmerga run their military exercises. Layla is mending a few dresses at the sewing table.

Papa: Envy, one of the lambs are missing. Go out and find it.

Envy ignores him and continues to sweep.

Papa: Envy! Envy, have you gone deaf?

Layla: Don't you remember Papa? She wants us to call her by her middle name now.

Nala: Yes, Envy wants us to call her Grace. Wasn't that your girlfriend's name Fadhil?

Papa: (flustered) What?! No... She's wasn't my girlfriend. She was the doctor who saved my life. Besides she was ten years older than me!

Nala: So, you're ten years older than me.

Papa: It's not the same thing.

Envy: (to Papa) Why not Papa? Why should that matter?

Papa: Oh, now you're talking to me Envy...

Envy: My name is Grace.

Papa: Your name is Envy. I only stuck the name Grace in there because I was grateful to the (looking at Nala) older woman who saved my life.

Envy: (breaking her silence) Well I hate the name Envy! Why did you have to give me such a ridiculous name?

Papa: Ridiculous? I named you that myself!

Nala: Yes, he did dear. He said you were the most beautiful baby this village had ever seen and everyone would envy you.

Papa: It was a blessing!

Envy: It's a curse!

Layla: What about me? Why did I get such a boring name?

Papa: Your name's not boring—Layla is my mother's name.

Envy: I'm envious of your name Layla! You should be happy. Half of the people say I'm a snob and the other half say, "Why should we envy you?"

Layla: Don't you think I'm pretty too Papa?

Envy: (mocking) Don't you think I'm pretty too Papa? You know you're prettier than me, so shut up.

Nala: Girls, I will not have that kind of talk in our house!

Papa: (frustrated) Envy—Grace—whatever name you happen to be going by these days, go out and find the missing sheep.

Envy: Papa, why do I have find it? Layla took the herd out.

Nala: She's too young to wander that far.

Envy: But the lamb's not?

Nala: Your sister's more valuable than a sheep.

Envy: But I'm not?!

Papa: Envy, don't argue with your mother—just go.

Layla: Can I help her look?

Papa and Nala answer at the same time.

Papa: Yes! Nala: No!

Nala: (changes her mind) Alright, but stay close to your sister.

Envy: Great! Now I gotta find a lost sheep and babysit. (She heads for the door)

Layla: (following Envy) I'm almost 16, I don't need a babysitter. I watch our little cousins all the time.

Envy: (stops and faces Layla) And how many of them did you lose?

Layla: Just Hadi—but he's a runner! He came back.

Nala: Hurry up, Envy. The na'an isn't going to bake itself.

(Envy sighs and turns back)

Envy: Can't Layla, do it? I have plans.

Nala: (suspicious) Plans? What could you possibly have planned?

Envy: Never mind, but can't Layla help you this time? (sarcastic) She needs to learn if she's gonna be just like you someday. (She sticks her tongue at Layla behind her mother's back.)

Nala: Layla tends the sheep and you bake the naan.

Envy: Technically, Layla loses sheep, I find sheep and bake the naan.

Layla: (trying to win her sister's approval) I don't mind baking naan Nala.

Envy: (mocking) I don't mind baking naan Nala. (to Layla) You're too perfect you know that? Oh except for the losing the sheep and the children thing! I'll call you Miss Perfect from now on!

Nala: Envy, you know Layla's got breathing problems. If she's near the gas oven too long she starts wheezing.

Envy: Then let her roll the dough outside and you cook it.

Nala: No let's keep the chores the way they are. Besides fresh air is good for your sister.

Envy: (mouthing off) And I don't need fresh air?!

Papa: (yells intensely) Enough! All this bickering is getting on my last nerve! I want peace restored to my home this instant!

Nala: (sarcastic) Very peaceful, Fadhil...

Papa: Envy gets her sarcasm from you ya know.

Envy: No, I don't! I don't get anything from Nala. All she wants to do is cook, sew, clean and raise a family.

Nala: And what's wrong with that? I'd have 10 children if I could.

Papa: (joins Nala's side) When we were first married we said we'd have enough children to start an army!

Envy: Well you have one daughter who wants to be in the army.

Papa: Envy, don't start that again! The Peshmerga is no place for Yazidi girls.

Envy: There are lots of girls fighting for our freedom Papa.

Nala: And there are lots of girls dying too.

Envy: Some things are worth dying for.

Papa: A girl full of ideals! (To Nala, throwing his hands up) Why couldn't you give me boys?

Nala: We haven't given up trying Fadhil!

Envy and Layla: (disgusted) Ew!

Papa: Listen, we only have 2 daughters and I refuse to lose one of you to another senseless war.

Envy: Senseless? Papa, you of all people know it's not a senseless war. You lost your entire family—

Nala: --Envy you've said enough.

Envy stomps upstage and flops onto the pile of mats.

Song: "Like Me" (Track 02)

Nala sings:
She's my daughter but I don't understand her,
She's my daughter, but we rarely agree.
How can this creature who came out of me--
Be so contrary?

Layla sings:
She's my sister but I don't understand her,
She's my sister but I think she hates me,
At one time, we were the best of friends,
Please just like me!

Papa sings:
They're my family but they don't understand me.
I'm the father—it's my place to lead.
How will I survive in a house of girls?
They're nothing like me!

Envy sings:
He's my father but he just doesn't get me!
He's been my hero ever since I was three!
One day I'll make him so proud of me,
I'll be just like him!

Mazin family sings:
We can't all be right because I'm right,
And if I'm right that mean's your wrong--.
Let's not fight you know that I'm right,
This is why we can't get along! (repeat chorus 1x)

All sing: Agree with me!
End of Song

Papa: It's getting late Envy. Go find the missing sheep this instant! (Envy glares at him)

Envy: Fine Papa (glares at Layla) but I'm going—alone! (She glares at Layla before exiting and slamming the door.)

Papa: Why is my little girl driven to be a soldier? She used to be content to sit in my lap and gaze at the stars.

Nala: She grew up.

Papa: (grumpy) Well I don't like it.

Nala: Truthfully, I don't care for much it either...

Lights out. End of Scene 2