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Nihad May.

It's his name in the registry.

Nihad from the month of May.

They gave him a temporary name

with the month of arrival.

There was no adoption

during that period.

It was the beginning of the war.

The orphanage was destroyed

four years later.

We must ask those that destroyed

the orphanage in Kfar Kout

to know what happened

to the children.

Between you and me, with what

happened in the region ...

there is not much hope.

They are probably also dead.

I'm not saying they're dead.

I say we lost track of them.

They are both dead.

We open the envelopes,

that's it, then.

That I will not allow, Simon.

This kind of thing is sacred.

Luckily, I have a history.

Excuse me.

It is still worth exploring.

But it is a little radical.

The warlord

that demolished the orphanage

at that time is still alive.

And he may know what happened

to Nihad's children and where

they went.

It's already been an eternity.

You must understand

that during this period there were

a series of reprisals

which fit one another in

a sort of inexorable logic,

A warlord is exactly

the type of man who

has a long memory.

And he will remember, believe me.

Wallat Chamseddine,

is his name.

We can find him here?

If we don't find him, he

will find us.

But we can try something.

Would you like tea, Mr. Marwan?

It's your turn.

You will go

to the Deressa refugee camp.

You will come to tea

anywhere in the camp

with the person that invite you.

And you say you are the son

of the woman who sings

and are looking Nihad May.

You can not go there alone.

I'll find someone

to accompany you.

Welcome to Deressa.

Ha! Ha! You know where you

are going, Simon?

I know.

How are you?

In the name of God, you've grown!

I have finished my engineering studies.

I cannot find work, so I'm

a taxi driver now.

What brings you here?

I am with some foreign visitors, who

asked me to bring them here.

Welcome, come.

No, thank you, we're

in a hurry.

Please, come.

He is inviting us to tea.

Oh, good!

Uh, I wonder why you have

come to Deressa.

I am looking for someone

named Nihad de Mai.

He does not know Nihad de Mai.

He asks me what are your names.

My mother comes from the village

of Der de Om, in the South.

My mother is the woman who sings.

Yes, that's fine. Done.

Wait for what?

- Sarwan Marwan?

- Yes.

We are here to offer help.

You will be back in an hour.

Can I tell my sister?

No, you'll be back in

an hour, I promise.

I'll put on a shirt, just a second.

He will call.

He's going to go.

Ok! Do not worry, you can follow.

Ah, I told you:
the South,

a spark and it exploded.

Oh, okay.

You have been luck with us,

we'll help in our own way.

You must leave the country.

It'll be easier.

We will find you a house and a job.

I want your life to be better.

We have many contacts

in America.

You gotta go with your children.

I know they are alive.

Take them with you.

The children will help

you, you'll see.

You cannot ask me.

Your children are our

children, Nawal.

Your family is our family.

Trust me.

I'll help you.

I'm here for you and

your children.

Hello, Sarwan.

Excuse my introduction, but

it is for your protection.

They call me Wallat Chamseddine.

Tell me, what can I do to

help, Sarwan Marwan?

You knew my mother.

They say she worked for me.

What can I do to help?

I am looking for a

man named Nihad de Mai.

Why you are looking for Nihad de Mai?

He's my brother.

My mother asked me to find him.

And how can you prove that

Nihad de Mai is the son

of Nawal Marwan?

My brother was

placed for adoption

at the Kfar Kout orphanage.

We found the registry with

the original file.

The dates ... Everything fits.

Nihad de Mai is my brother.

Me and my friends, we attacked

the christian village at Kfar Kout ...

In response to attacks

that our brothers, the refugees,

were victims of.

There was an orphanage

in Kfar Kout.

I saved the children.

I took them with us.

And Nihad was among them.

We have trained and prepared

them so that they can fight

alongside us.

Nihad, he had a gift.

He was at unique.

And soon it became a

formidable fencer.

But he wanted to

find her mother.

He sought her for a long time.

Nihad, I do not know what

he saw or heard.

He started ...

a crazy war.

He came to see me, he

wanted to be a martyr

so that his mother should see

his picture everywhere

on the walls around the country.

But I refused.

He went back to Daresh.

He became a maverick,

one of the most dangerous in the region.

A real machine.

He pulls on everyone.

And then there was the

enemy invasion.

And one morning ...

They captured Nihad.

He killed seven gunmen.

They did not killed them.

They captured him

and sent him to the prison

in Kfar Ryat.

He has been in prison?

Yes.

He is the executioner.

He worked with my father?

- No, he did not work

with Abu Tarek, your father.

- Are you okay?

One plus one ...

that makes two.

What?

One plus one makes two.

You can not make one.

Hey, you have a fever.

Jeanne?

One plus one, does it make one?

Are there are empty seats, no.

Oh, move ahead if you want.

Can I help you, ma'am?

Excuse me.

By becoming a hangman

your brother has changed

its name.

He became Abu Tarek.

Nihad de Mai is Abu Tarek.

We know that he now lives in Canada

under a new identity.

Nihad Harmanni.

Mr. Harmanni?

Yes?

This is for you.

My hand is shaking while

I am writing this.

I recognized you.

But you didn't.

It's a wonderful miracle.

I'm your number 72.

This letter will be delivered

by our children.

You will not recognize them

because they are beautiful,

but they know who you are.

Through them, I want to tell you

you're still alive.

But soon, you'll be quiet.

I know.

Because silence is

all to the truth.

Signed:
The whore 72.

I speak to my son.

I am not talking to

the executioner.

Whatever happens, I will

always love you.

That's the promise I made you

at birth, my son.

Whatever happens, I will

always love you.

I've searched my whole life.

I found you.

You, you could not recognize me.

You have your tattoo

on the right heel.

I've seen it.

I recognized you.

And I found you beautiful.

I'll remember you with all the

sweetness of the world, my love.

Console yourself because nothing

is more beautiful

than being together.

You were born of love.

Your brother and your sister

were also born of love.

Nothing is more beautiful

than to be together.

Your mother, Nawal Marwan.

Prisoner number 72.

"When these envelopes

have been handed

"to the addressee,

"You will be given a letter."

"The silence will be broken,

"a promise kept,

"A stone may then be placed

on my grave,

and my name engraved on

the stone facing the sun."

My love ...

Where did your story begin?

When you were born?

Then she starts in horror.

At the birth of your father?

Then she begins a

great love story.

I say that your story

begins with a promise

that will break

the thread of anger.

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