All language subtitles for Bab.Al-Sama.Maftuh.1988.1080p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.x264-KG eng giusto

We belong to God and to Him
we shall return.

This is dedicated
to Fatima Fihra,

who in the 10th century

founded one of the first
Universities in the world.

- Has the luggage arrived?
- It's in your room.

What joy, little one,
thank God, thank God.

Now you will acknowledge
your faith.

Say: There is no God but Allah

and Mohamed is His prophet.

Madam, Madam,
your husband has arrived.

Stand up, my daughter, stand up!

There is no God but Allah

and Mohamed is His prophet.

My mother is unbelievable.
I was only gone a few days and...

she has converted you.

Is that what she was doing?

I thought it was only superstition.

Don't worry, one doesn't become
a Muslim involuntarily.

Hassan Daldoul presents

A DOOR ON THE SKY

A film by Farida Ben Lyazid

I was thinking about your mother.

God bless you my daughter.

I have to get Nadia at the airport.

Any news about your brother?

I didn't hear from him.

Go my daughter, go,
and may God be with you.

Coproduction:
France - France Media

Tunisia - Satpec

Morocco - Interfilm

And:

Ministère Français
des Relations Extérieures, Paris

Ministère Français
de la Culture, Paris

Centre cinématographique marocain,
Rabat

With: Zakia Tahiri

Eva St. Paul

Guest actors:

Chaibia Aadroui - Ahmed Bouannani

And: Bachir Skirej

Script by Farida Ben Lyazid

Deputy of production
Hassan Daldoul

Setting by Georges Barsky

Let me look at you!
You look great!

Don't you remember?
Grandma used to call me hippie.

Where are your bags?

This is all I brought. I must go
back to Paris soon. I've got a job.

And how is Papa?

The doctors wonder
what keeps him alive.

Nothing is working properly,
his liver, his kidneys...

I hope your clothes
aren't all like that.

You'll have to wear a jallabah
when you go out. This is Fez.

Oh, no!

Sound by Fawzi Thabet

Edited by Moufida Tlatli

Technical Adviser
Ahmed Bouannani

Stage designer:

Khadija Lahmam and Latifa Amor

With: Fatima Loukili,

Latifa Amor and Soumaya Akaaboun

Bayga, Mourad Gamra

J.-Loup Woolf

Souad Ferhati, Malika Mesrare

Khadija Lahmam,

Bahia Abdellah, Leyla Ben Kiran

and Naima Saouidi

It feels so strange to be back here
after so many years.

It seems nothing has changed,
except that it's become smaller.

Yet, you'll see, things have really
changed, and not for the better.

Have you heard about Driss?

He has decided to reject everything
that reminded him of the past.

Reading of the Koran
by Aziza Tazi

Directed by Farida Ben Lyazid

You came back!

Nadia!

Daddy, Daddy... are you well?

I've missed you...
I've longed for you.

Everything is going to be fine,
you'll see.

Look, look, see that star?

How small and beautiful.
How it shines!

It seems small only because
it's so far away.

Actually, it is big!

Bigger than the house?

Bigger than the house,
the town and the whole world.

Miss Nadia, I've been calling you.

Sorry, I didn't hear you.

Tell me, is it Ba Sassi?

Allah is transcendent!
Do you still remember him?

He always made you sit on his knee,

so that your grandmother feared
he would bewitch you.

Lift me! Lift me!

If I do, you must promise to be
my wife when you grow up.

I'll build a chocolate house
and delicacies everywhere.

Whatever you ate would spring up
again immediately.

- Would you be my wife?
- But you are old!

While you are growing up,
I'll be getting younger,

and then we'll get married.

You could say he was
a master of magic.

Your brother Driss has arrived.
They're waiting for you.

OK, but first tell me,
did Mom love him?

She used to talk to him for hours.

When she died, may God have mercy
on her soul,

he became your companion.

Let's go my daughter, let's go.
They're waiting for you.

My wife, Sophie,
and my son, Michel.

Come, come here my child.
Come my son.

Kiss your grandfather's hand.

Peace be with you.

I said "Peace be with you."

Why didn't you answer?
Now we are brothers.

The time will come when our children
will be friends, and their children

brothers. But right now,
we are enemies.

Aunt Nady, Aunt Nady!

Hi darling. Oh! You've grown big!

Did you have a good trip?

Go see my father.
I just saw him; he's asleep.

- So, you're leaving tomorrow?
- He's always the lucky one.

He's hitchhiking to France
with a friend.

How nice, it's a shame we won't be
there to greet him.

Yes, that would have
been really nice.

When you get to Paris, you can go
to the house, Jean Philippe is there.

Use your fork, like you do at home.

Listen, here he can do
like everyone else.

Eat my son, eat with
your fingers if you like.

Michel, eat as you would at home.

Let him eat the way
his ancestors did.

Listen, just so
everything is clear

My son is French. I don't want him
to have any doubts about it.

Leyla chose to be Moroccan and her
children are Moroccan as well.

Nadia and I chose to be French.

I didn't chose anything,
I want to be both.

Jean Philippe, my love,

I've locked myself in my mother's
studio to write you.

The house has been invaded.

As I told you over the phone,
my father died and

I didn't even cry.

I drink and it doesn't
have any effect on me.

I still can't believe it.
Relatives have come from everywhere

and I feel like a stranger.

I miss you.
Everything is so absurd.

I am confused and I feel guilty.

Why? And for what?

So, are you coming?

Tsi Tsi has brought you your dress.

Can you hear?

It's beautiful, isn't it?

- Come on, get dressed!
- I don't want to put on a disguise.

They're waiting for you.

But what are you doing?

It's my father that died and
what I do isn't anyone's business.

Everyone came to comfort you.

Listen. Listen to Kirana.

Her voice is a gift from God.

Come on.

Go, I'll join you.

Don't take too long.

"...Verily my Lord listens to prayer.
Grant, O Lord, that I and" ???

"my offspring may remain consistent
in devotion."

"Grant, O Lord, my supplication."

"O Lord, forgive me,
my parents and the faithful"

"of our sins on the Day when the
reckoning will be done."

Nadia, come, let's go in.

Wait, wait... wait for her
to finish, let me listen.

Don't stand here, it's not proper.

You'll hear better inside, come on.

"O you tranquil soul,
Return to your Lord"

"well-pleased and well-pleasing Him."

"Enter then among My votaries
Enter then My garden."

You must eat...
On the day of the last judgment,

the belly only knows
the bread of burial.

How?

God says in the sacred book
that on judgment day,

Your body witnesses what good
or bad deeds you have done.

Your tongue, your hands, your feet,
every part of you.

This cursed belly never stops eating.

And remembers only this little
piece of bread.

This is the time when
it's necessary to face God.

Separation is difficult,
but one must accept God's law.

They have found peace at the feet
of God the magnificent.

The world is like a school.
God created it for us to study.

And he gave us the knowledge

to choose the path to follow.

May God guide us to righteousness.

And how do you know there's
something after death?

Before coming to this world,
did you know it existed?

So, tell me? Yet you are here.

Why do you doubt?

It is as if this doubt condemns you

to shutting yourself up
in a room all alone.

The words of Allah are like a key
that opens everything.

You must read
and understand the Koran.

No, not here.

You look like a nun.

You shouldn't have come.

For Christ sake, wait a minute!

I took the first plane...

But you don't understand,
my father just died.

I can't be seen here.

- Fine, come to my room.
- No, I can't.

Well, what do you mean?
I shouldn't have come,

You can't sit down,
you can't come up to my room.

OK, OK, let's go to your room.

- I feel like you're a stranger.
- You are the stranger!

What do you know about me
and where I come from?

Nothing!

You are Parisian.

Yet, I'm here.
I just want to understand.

But how can you understand on your
first visit, you can only be a tourist.

Listen, Islam does not change.

I don't want to worship
money anymore.

To live, I need to dream,
dream that everything is possible.

I'll write to you.

So, you're leaving?

This week, I am expected
in Tangiers and Tetouan.

I'm going to sing for the pilgrims
and for an anniversary of a death.

So you travel a lot.

With my daughter married
and my husband dead,

I felt lonely and began traveling.

I've been everywhere
from Oujda to El Aayoun.

I've even been to Belgium
and to Spain,

but there's nothing like
our country.

Don't forget, come and see us
as soon as you get back.

Tsi Tsi, I bid you farewell.

- No, no... I'll come with you.
- I know the way.

I have to go out.

Wait, I have something to tell you.

Your brother wants
to sell the house.

As you know, he owns half of it, and

you and your sister, the other half.

Can't we just buy their part?

Frankly, it doesn't appeal to me,
the house is old,

it needs repair...
Besides it's a long long way from the

children's school and from my work...

Madam, do you need anything?
I'm going downstairs.

Bring the jallabahs and the scarves.

Don't forget the lawyers
are coming at 4:00.

Your brother already knows,
but tell Nadia.

Here are your things, Madam.

Yes, I'm here.

Kirana just left.

Everything comes to an end...

we too must leave.

Where are you going?

By the way, the lawyers are coming

this afternoon to read the will,

I must hurry,
there's nothing to offer them.

But can you tell me
why you want to leave?

Driss wants to sell the house.

He wants to sell the house?
What right does he have?

He has the right;
he's the prime heir.

Can't you hear someone's knocking?
What's going on here?

Can you imagine she's pregnant.
She says she hasn't been with any man

and that she must have got it
at the public baths.

After all it's her business.

Yeah. That's what I've been saying.
Then she can go.

Where do you want her to go?
You have no right...

I don't own a house of charity.

Ila Kirana has arrived.

What are you doing?
You're not going there like that!

Then go yourself, you know it all!

You stay with me. They will move.

Allah is the only will and power.

Stand up, get your things
and come help me.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

I'm stopping the time.

What are you doing?

I'm stopping the time.

Sorry, excuse me for coming in.

Leyla told me you were feeling down.
Are you alright?

On the contrary, I'm glad you've
come, I wanted to see you.

See what state I'm in,
but that's how I want it to be.

Leyla doesn't understand me.

Come, come sit down.

I'm glad you came.
You understand me.

You know, I'm scared,

really scared.

What are you afraid of?

I don't know...

I'm afraid I'm going crazy.

I feel as if God wanted me
to do something.

That's what's crazy.

The asylum is full of people
who think they are prophets.

These books are messing up
your head.

All believers have something
to accomplish.

Maybe.

Do you still pray?

No, I can't.

When I pray,
too many thoughts come to me.

I haven't been able to pray.

Sure, it's hard to concentrate,
but the most important step

at this stage is the discipline
of prayer.

Fasting is for God, but prayer
brings us closer to ourselves.

Like they say: those who know
themselves know their Lord.

You see, I feel the presence
of God very strongly,

but strange ideas rush into my mind

and I'm not used
to thinking accordingly.

In fact, I know that
it is the right thing.

I know it.

Yet, when I pray, I've got
the impression it's absurd

and I feel that God is very far away.

This feeling that you have
about God is wonderful,

how many have prayed and searched
for years without succeeding.

Some even go crazy.

You told me that you had
read El Hallaj.

Yes, but he wasn't crazy.

I didn't say he was crazy.
His thoughts still enlighten us,

but Allah doesn't ask us so much.

Only God can choose his martyrs.

He puts them as models
in the heart of his believers.

You should learn more about
the Imam Ghazali.

But the best path is the one
the prophet chose for us.

Peace be with him.
He was a soldier, a politician,

he married several women...

His doings are signs
for men to understand

the real meaning of creation.

I don't like religions.

Those who have power,
use them to oppress others.

Those men don't know how
to overcome their egos,

they think all is permitted.
So they go past the limits.

They give us the true religion
and use it

for their own material goals.
Those people are the hypocrites.

Allah speaks about in the Koran.

It is not you who is going
to change the world, no one can.

God wanted it that way,

and what is requested from us is

to be aware of our own actions
before judging others.

As for the rest, leave it up to God.

He has the destiny of his creatures
in his hands.

As for man, no matter what he is,

he won't be able to change
this world.

Man is fooled by himself.

He unbearably compares
himself to God.

He puts himself
in the place of the angel,

of the hyena or of the wolf,

and forgets he is the son of Adam.

Man is made of all this.

He therefore represents creation.

It's up to him to find the balance.

Put it on the table,
she's going to eat.

You know, we are going
to close off this part.

We'll fix a room in the garden.

The house has become so empty,
it's as in a dream.

Aren't you afraid?

Remember?
You promised to marry me.

Did you hear? Did you hear?

You must plan the marriage.

He says the marriage
must be planned.

In the name of Allah,
most benevolent, ever merciful.

All Praise be to Allah,
Lord of all the worlds, most

beneficent, ever merciful,
King of the Day of Judgment.

You alone we worship,
and to you alone we turn for help.

Guide us "O Lord" to the path
that is straight, the path of

those You have blessed,
not of those who have earned Your

anger, not those who
have gone astray.

Try to sleep now.

You came early,
is everything alright?

I came to tell you that
your sister is opposed to

prospective buyers visiting the house.

Your brother is furious,
he just called me.

It's not funny! Really!

The truth is that the house belongs to
descendents of the prophet,

and you, their children, must not
put it in the hands of the Christians.

Nonsense. I didn't know
you were such a fanatic.

So, where were you?
What were you doing?

Lala Nadia left saying that we
must not open the door to anyone.

Layla, the house is haunted!

What? Come on.

I swear. If you had seen
Nadia last night!

I burned some incense but
it didn't help.

We must find a master of magic.

So then, you want to create
a women's lib in Fez?

No, it always existed in our country.

The problem is that we're losing
the best aspects of our culture,

and only keeping the skeleton of
the traditional, devoid of its meaning.

I would really like you
to meet Kirana;

She's an extraordinary woman.

You know, in Islam, women have

always used their wealth freely

and financed shelter for deprived
and unhappy women.

Yes, but in our case,
the law favors your brother.

It will be difficult. The house
doesn't belong entirely to you.

Always money!

Yes. Anyway, as for the court,
I'll try my best

to delay matters and gain some time.

But you, on your side, could open
the doors of the shelter and

try to find donors, but,

be careful.

You risk losing your house and
even yourself, forever.

In the name of Allah,
most benevolent, ever merciful,

I call to witness the sun and
his early morning splendor,

and the moon as she follows
in his wake,

the day when it reveals his radiance.

Khadouj, Khadouj, I found her.

Kirana, you have forgotten us.

Oh no, my daughter,
you are always with me in spirit.

I wasn't there.

Then, take off your djellabah,
come and sit by me.

No, I've had my share of sun at
Moulay Abdeslam.

I had never been up on the roof,
the view is spectacular.

Tell me about Moulay Abdeslam.

He's a saint, buried on
the very top of the mountain.

From everywhere pilgrims
travel there.

Some say that he was a Quotb,

Which is a very high rank
among saints

The derkaoua are linked to him,
you know them,

some say that their Cheikh,
Imam Chadili,

God praise him,

went to the Orient to look
for a spiritual master

and when he found one,
the master told him,

"return to your country, then
you have Cheikh Moulay Abdeslam,"

"he will direct your quest."

Come on, let's go for a walk.

I have a friend who is a lawyer,
I've known her since

I was in Paris. I went to see her
about the shelter.

- She said it could be started.
- That's what you wanted, right?

Yes, but it's not that simple.

We'll need to think about it.

Look, look, in the name of God
the merciful.

Look at me! Look at me!

Get up, my daughter, get up,

It was God that brought you to me,
my dear.

Can you believe it? We were
just talking about the shelter.

Transcendence belongs to God,
get up my little one.

Parents send their children to work
and also mistreat them.

This is paradise.

This place is beautiful.

You know they say I'm crazy,
but I'm not.

They're only words...

I am just special...

I've heard about the shelter.
I've heard it's a good place to rest.

I'll stay, I need rest.

Come, let's see the person
that runs it.

Why complicate life,
it's really quite simple.

But come with me.

In the name of Allah,
most benevolent, ever merciful

Read in the name of your Lord
who created,

created man from an embryo;

Read, for your Lord is
most beneficent,

who taught by the pen,
taught man what he did not know.

Good, you learned this bit,
you must review it every once

in a while. The Koran
must be studied over and over again

so that it is not forgotten.
Go, go see what's going on.

Ah yes, it's a good day.

"Nothing loses itself,
nothing creates itself."

I'm waiting for a trigger, I'm talking
about the end of the world,

I'm sure that with the appropriate
means, we could see it.

We could see the world explode,

and see it die like fireworks.

Do you know that we
can see the explosion

that came from creation?
The "big bang",

you now, that is fate...
That's what it is.

In fact, everything has already
been given in another dimension,

a time that doesn't correspond
to ours.

"Nothing destroys itself,"

"nothing creates itself."

"Nothing destroys itself,
nothing creates itself."

Jean Philippe, my friend,

They say that time arranges things.

Let's talk about time. This something
that has always worried me.

But now, I think it's particularly
confusing.

I no longer where I am.

Am I in the fifteenth
or twentieth century?

And what do centuries mean
in comparison to the past millenia.

I feel like I'm moving in time
without a past or future

without dimensions, since
it is infinite.

Thus I have the very strange
impression of being static.

OK, let's let time go by.

I still owe you some explanations.

When you came to see me
I was in shock.

When my father died,
the idea of leaving again

so tore me apart that I could
only reject you.

I often dreamt that we were
at our place in Paris, and

that Mr. Le Pen appeared suddenly,
insulted me and threw me out.

I would wake up humiliated,
guilty and I hated you.

Don't be angry with me,
my feelings were stronger than me.

Our life seemed little more than
the stories you did for T.V.,

the hordes of starving children
throughout the world,

the bombs, the bloodshed.

I had nightmares about all this

and I felt like I was collapsing under
the weight of such horror.

No, no and NO!
My lack of power tortures me

and comfort makes me sick.

I don't need to witness

the guilty Western conscience
at mealtimes,

I don't need a T.V. screen
to see misery.

Excuse my anger, but it's necessary...
You understand, don't you?

I belong here, not elsewhere,

even if I found it hard to believe
at first.

I embrace you tenderly, Nadia.

I've found my notes from
one of Angela Davis' texts

on religion,
in which she cites Marx:

"One part of religion is
the expression of real distress"

"Another part is the protest
against real distress"

"Religion is the sign of the oppressed
creature, the soul of a soulless world,"

"as it is the spirit
of social conditions"

"from which any spirit
has been excluded."

"Religion is the opium of the masses."

"Sauve qui peut la vie."
Do you remember?

Please put it there, yes there.
Put it there in that space.

Go men, you must leave

You are in the women's shelter.

- Where is Nadia?
- Over there.

What's going on in here?
Really, that's too much!

You're crazy, you're completely
crazy. And you're laughing!

You'll have to explain to Driss.
They're going to destroy everything.

Driss has decided to take
you to Court.

You too? You're all crazy!

Yes, we are crazy, completely
nuts, can't you see that?

We're going to throw rocks at you,
we're going to bite you,

and the hell with you!

Leyla, my dear, calm down,
come with me, come.

In the name of Allah
the merciful, oh Allah.

May God keep us from the fallen
the fallen Satan, oh Allah.

Give us the blessing
of our relatives

who are with us and those
who are absent as well, oh Allah.

I was waiting for you.

- Don't be afraid, listen carefully.
- No! No! I don't want to see you!

Each one of us should
stay in his own world.

I've been waiting for you.
Listen to me.

I came for the shelter.

Don't be afraid,
I didn't come for you.

I'm a believer.
This house is sacred.

You must sacrifice a calf and
have one night celebration.

This house needs perfumes
and trances.

What's the matter?

I'm fine. I just saw Ba Sassi
in the kitchen,

I saw him like I see you.

He said he had come for the shelter.

Allah is grand! The men of God
still show themselves...

Praise to God my daughter.

Let's go do our ablutions and pray.

There is no God but Allah
and Mohamed is His prophet.

Come and wash yourself.

You know, I don't like the idea
of sacrificing a calf.

Come on my daughter,
it's an opportunity for the poor

to eat their fill.

Nadia, Nadia, in the name
of God, Nadia, Nadia!

What happened?

You were in a trance.
Are you OK, do you feel alright?

- I saw something.
- What did you see?

We must dig under the palm tree.

Later, now go to sleep, rest.

Help! Save me!

Don't open! Don't open!
I beg you.

Go, go call the person
who runs this place.

Hajja Kirana! Hajja Kirana!

What is it?

A woman is trying to hide in
your house. A man is following her.

Send my wife out!

Who is it?

My husband. He is going to kill me.
Please don't open the door!

Don't be afraid, we won't open it.
Come, come.

Send my wife out!
In the name of God and the law.

I'm under your protection dear,
don't open the door.

It's OK, come into the living room.

It's her husband!

I'll go meet him.

Go call Nadia, go!

My wife! Tell me, what right
do they have to hold my wife!

Curse Satan, we will not open,
come back later. It's your wife,

No one will take her away
from you.

Listen to me well, Sir,
your wife came asking for

protection. Go back to Allah,

and she'll go back to you.

- Give me my wife back!
- Let's go. Disperse!

No one can accept this.

Go away Sir.
Go to your business.

My wife, send out my wife!

If only I had done something to him.
There were times when it was

said he was the best of men.
I have done nothing to him

he has just changed. He starts

asking questions and more questions

until I go mad.

I feel sorry for you,
he even scared me.

He doubts,
he doubts his own shadow.

Doubting is a sin, our Lord
Mohamed commended jealousy

but doubt is forbidden.

He'll get tired and leave,
but do not open the door to him.

Oh! May God deliver me from him!

Have patience.

So, it's the night of destiny. Let's
go to the mosque before it is full.

Come with us,
you never leave this place.

I'd rather stay at home.

Let her be.
Let her do what she wants.

In the name of Allah, let's go.

Abdelhay will stay with you.

OK. Come on my dear,
what would you like to do?

Truly we revealed it on
the Night of Determination.

How will you know what
the Night of Determination is?

Better is the Night of Determination
than a thousand months.

On this night the angels and
blessing descend by the

dispensation of their Lord,
for settling all affairs.

It is peace till
the dawning of the day.

God, Amen.

God knows how many souls
have been lost for that.

I believed I wasn't going
to find anything. I dug and

dug... and the gates of Heaven
opened.

Allah is Great!

- Bahia, come and sit down.
- No it's OK, I'm fine here.

So tell me isn't
the convent crazy!

Bahia is Muslim but she
doesn't speak Arabic. She was

born abroad. She doesn't have

anyone. Will you take care of her.

That is Nadia.
She's strongminded, but I'm sure

you'll get along.

I told you about Bahia.

Remember?
She just got out of prison.

You're sitting alone?
Go pray.

Hajja Kirana, Hajja Kirana,
come, come quickly, the women

are angry, they don't want
Bahia to be with them.

Go, I'll be there in a minute.

There is no will or power
besides Allah's.

One can easily see that
she is an unbeliever.

See her style.
Who does she think she is?

Have you seen her tattoo?

This place was not made
for screaming.

Anyone who would like to pray would
find it very hard to concentrate.

This is the shelter and
no one should defile it.

Allah is above everything here.
This is the house of God,

and whoever enters it willingly,
shall leave it willingly. You're right.

Then stop all that gathering.
May God guide you.

Well, goodbye, I'm leaving.

Where are you going,
my daughter, it's night.

I must leave.

Good! You're just in time to say
goodbye. I've got to leave.

Sorry, I left you alone.
I always meditate after the prayer.

I thought it would give you
the opportunity to see the women.

No, no, I've had plenty of that
with the nuns, I've got to go.

Listen, we didn't get
a chance to talk.

Let's go eat something in my room,

and then, if you want to leave,
I won't stop you.

Fine, if you want.

Bahia, this is my room.

Make yourself at home
and I'll be back in a minute.

Not to be is a mirror,
the world an image,

and man the eye of the image
in which the person is hidden.

You are the eye of the image
and he the light of the eye.

Who has ever seen the eye through
which all things are seen?

The world has become a man
and man a world.

There's no clearer
explanation than this.

When one looks carefully
into the root of the matter,

he is at the same time,
that which is seen,

the eye that sees
and the thing seen.

Where are the women?
Nothing is ready.

The women are sulking.

They don't want Bahia to stay
at the shelter and

they're right.

Who ever does not fear Allah
is a danger for the community.

May God enlighten you!
God is pleased by the sight of his

creatures. Each one is the way
his creator wanted him to be.

Lalla Mina, what is there
for dinner?

- Nothing is ready, my daughter.
- We're hungry.

There's some dried meat,
shall I cook some with eggs?

Yes Lalla, in the name of Allah.
Make us some tea, Lalla Zhar.

- OK, my dear.
- Thank you.

Sit down. I'm going to read
you a poem by Rimbaud

I'm sure you know it.

As for established happiness,
domestic or not... no, I cannot.

I am too dissipated, too weak.

Life flowers through toil,
an old truth:

as for me, my life
is not sufficiently weighty,

it takes wing and floats
far above the action,

that cherished focus of the world.

What an old maid I'm becoming,

to lack the courage to love death!

If only God would accord me
heavenly, ethereal calmness,

prayer, like the ancient saints,
the saints!

Powerful men!
The anchorites, artists

such as are no longer needed!

An endless farce!
My innocence would make me weep.

Life is the farce all
have to perform.

And on that note, Madam,
I will say goodnight.

I need a man and I doubt
that we could find one here.

Did she leave?

She has her reasons.
I, too, must leave.

What am I doing here?

Don't get angry,
I'm going to Moulay Abdeslam.

I'll fast for three days
and then leave.

Oh, it's been so long
since I've been out.

I wanted to ask you a favor.
You remember Fdela,

the daughter of Papa's partner
in Casablanca.

Well, she came to see me,
her son is sick and someone told her

to bring him to you.

She begged me to ask
your permission.

But I can't treat a man.
Has he seen a doctor?

He refuses to see a doctor.

Tell me Nadia, do you really
have some kind of power?

How would I know?

People say that I cure them.
I myself am...

surprised by the results.
What else can I say?

Listen, you must do something
for the poor young man.

His mother has no one but him.

You know that Fdela's husband
was a "playboy", he wasted

his and his wife's wealth on

parties and alcohol
before he died.

They don't have anything
left but this house.

And it has other heirs.

Two families live
downstairs with them.

Welcome, welcome to you.
It's a great day, come in!

How are you doing? Are you well?
And you, how are you?

My child, Cherifa wants to see you.

Leave me alone,
I don't want to see anyone.

What's wrong, my child?
Let her help you. Once you are

cured, you can do whatever
you want.

Leave me alone!
I don't want to see anyone!

Dear mother, the child who
I raised wanted to hit me...

You spoiled him my daughter.

Go my little one, thank you.

This house is strange,
the young man too.

They're like two treasures
nobody wants.

Nothing lasts,
you told me many times. The world

is not permanent,
only Allah is eternal.

Yes, the eternal is Allah
the transcendent. But don't forget

those who need you

Come on, nobody needs anyone.
It is Allah who gives.

Even Khadouj, got married.

Who came into the shelter?

It's the boy I told you about before.

But he has no right
to enter the shelter.

Can't we make an exception,
he's sick.

I came to give you my apologies
for the last time.

Come, let's not stay here.

I've always dreamed of
being a painter.

Have you ever thought of going to
school? Fine Arts, for example?

And after that?

I think that my role in society
is to do nothing.

I've thought about it...

and I've reached that conclusion.

I'm just here

and everyone expects
something of me,

my mother, my grandmother, society.

I don't want to be important.

Do I have to consider as proper
an atom lost

because it doesn't have the strength
to bear the sight of the sun?

If the atom loses itself completely

in the sun of the vastness,

it will participate,
being a simple atom,

in its eternal life.

I wasn't created for the world,
the world was created for me

and for you.

So, I heard you were leaving.

Maybe, I don't know.

I want to leave but then
I don't want to.

I don't know, it's strange.

Strange, are you in love?

No, he's just a child.

What does that mean,
and what does that change?

Do you remember that we once
talked about destiny?

Yes, that's exactly what scares me.

Don't be afraid.

Do you know the story about
the point and the line?

Don't you know,

well without the point,

you can't draw a line.

What are you doing?

I'm kissing the jasmine.

I love the flowers, the earth, the sky.

I love you.

I love the universe,
everything God created.

You are lucky.

What I wanted to say,
and don't get angry, is that

the women don't want Abdelkrim
to come into the shelter.

Why do people see Islam through
the narrowest door?

Islam is love! You read Ibn Arabi

Yes, but everyone understands it

according to his own mind and era.

Islam does not change,

but its interpretations are numerous.

How do you want them
to understand, poor things.

And if you think about it,

you too are following
a path with no issue.

Even if you think you're right.

Why don't you see him outside?
No one would misunderstand.

Think about it.

You're still hiding?

Come on, come over here.

Come sit with us and
forget your troubles.

Don't stay there alone. Think of him,
he's pitiful too

All of his comings and
goings don't make any sense.

The solution is in your hands.
Both of you.

Find a solution.

I've found the solution,
I'm going to get my things

and leave. That's all
that's left for me to do.

Good morning my daughter.
I'd like a drink, please.

Let me in, I beg you!

- No! The women don't want you.
- Just this time, no one will see me.

I've already told you,
you can't come in.

It's a women's shelter.
It is a sin for you to come in.

Help! Women, he has escaped!
He has escaped!

Sorry, it was the only way
of seeing you again.

Marry me now, I love you.

He made me fall and ran away.

What's this? Why did he come
into the shelter?

What is this abuse of the law?
It's a lack of respect!

This isn't nice.

We're getting married.

One believes in the destiny of
the planets, their trajectories

are calculated for millions of years,
but because no one

knows how to calculate the trajectory
of a human being,

one decides that
he does not have one.

Well, if the human being
escape human understanding,

he can't escape the meaning
of creation, his destiny.

For those who fear
their Lord unseen,

is forgiveness and a great reward.

Whether you say a thing
in secret or openly,

He knows the innermost secrets
of your hearts.

Can He who has created
not know His creation?

He is all-penetrating, all-aware.

It is He who made
the earth subservient

to you that you may
travel on its shoulders,

and eat of the thing
He has provided,

and to Him will be your resurrection.

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