A healing moment is when Nujood, her sisters Mona and Haifa, and niece Monira are on a swing set. They go high and higher. Fast and faster. They feel like they are flying. Nujood’s scarf blows loose. She does not fix it, letting it flow in the wind as her hair tumbles around her shoulders. She feels innocent and free. That’s how a movie about her heroism should end.