Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet

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Go away. Shoo, shoo!

Hey! Child! Come back here.

Bring that back!

WOIVIANI Watch it!

Stop!

Ooh! Whoa!

Little savage!

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KAIVIILAZ Almitral

Almitral

Eggs, honey, fruit, nuts.

Let's say,

seven silver ones.

What? Oh, yes,

of course. Let me...

Almitral

Quite a handful,

your daughter, no?

Actually, she's very sweet.

Yes. Like lemons.

With honey.

That's four, five, six...

Almitral I mean it!

...and seven.

Almitra,

get down from there!

No,no,no.

No, I mean, don't move!

No,no,no.

Easy,boy!

Oh, dear!

Oh!

Are you all right?

Not again.

My dates, ruined.

It's the mother's fault.

Letting her run wild like an animal.

Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry.

Here, here's some.

This one's still good.

These are okay.

It will not happen again.

It takes a village, no?

An apology would be nice.

I said I was sorry.

No. From her.

She's the one causing all the trouble.

You know she doesn't speak.

Or won't.

Not since her father died.

Ugh That was

over two years ago.

Look, I'll pay you later.

All of you. At the end of

the week, when I get paid.

And what about

all she's stolen?

My daughter is not a thief!

That's what

she says, yes.

Hey, Almitra, look.

We found the cat that got your tongue.

You ought to be

ashamed of yourselves.

Darling, pay no

attention to them.

They're just dumb kids.

What's this?

Eee!

Baby, I know

you miss your father.

IVle, too.

And if I could

bring him back, I would.

But it's just us now.

And you know what?

We're going to be all right.

We just need to

stick together.

You know what

I miss the most?

Your voice.

All right, my little one.

It's school for you

and work for me.

Try to be good, okay?

Oh. Please let it

be a goat.

Almitra.

Why are you following me?

You know you're supposed to be in school.

Well, there's no time

to take you all the way back,

and I can't lose this job.

I guess you're just going to

have to come with me.

But listen.

You better not take anything.

I'm serious, Almitra.

In this family, we do not steal.

Understood?

Oh!

Ya!

Good morning, Halim.

Kamila.

Morning, ma'am.

Are you okay?

Excellent.

Oh. You've brought

along some help today.

Or perhaps you're a spy.

Yeah, she's the

leader of the Resistance.

Excuse me.

Wait! Don't go yet.

I mean...

I can't allow entry without

the appropriate documents.

For the girl.

What? Oh, come on, Halim

I don't have time for this.

I've got work to do.

You know this prisoner

is a high security risk.

A dangerous criminal.

Why do you think they

assigned me to guard him?

I have no idea.

Whoa, whoa!

Hey.

Fine.

Then you can babysit her.

She's very well behaved,

by the way.

Shouldn't give you

any trouble at all.

Uh...

So, Almitra,

what do you do for fun?

Arm!

Geez!

Hey!

What did you say to him?

Almost.

Okay.

This is great.

I'm having a wonderful day!

Hey, come back here.

That's my hat.

It's an official hat, you know.

It's a government hat.

Come back here!

Here, birdie, birdie...

Do I hear a mouse?

Careful, little mouse.

There are traps everywhere.

I never get visitors.

It'd be nice to have a chat,

even with a mouse.

Oh. Where did you go?

Little mouse?

Hmm. No.

Not there.

Ha-ha! I know.

The cookie jar.

Hello.

Hmm.

IVlmm.

Hmm.

No. Not there either.

Well...

Hmm.

A-ha! There you are!

Oh. A mouse in a cage.

Want a cookie,

little mouse?

IVlmm.

My name's Mustafa.

What's yours?

A-ha.

Almitra.

That's a pretty name.

Well, Almitra, there are

all kinds of cages.

This house has been

mine for seven years.

My crime?

Poetry.

Hmm.

Oh. The lady with

the mousetraps. Quick!

We prisoners

have to be sneaky.

You know what's funny?

They think

I'm their prisoner,

but I've flown

away many times.

Oh, yes.

Right out that window.

High above the whole island.

Let me tell you a secret.

We are not

imprisoned by houses

or our bodies.

Not even by other people.

We are spirits.

Free as the wind.

It's a secret

not everyone knows.

"I have seen people throw themselves

down And worship their own freedom

"Like slaves before a tyrant

"Praising him

though he slays them

"I have seen

the freest among them

"Wear their

freedom as a handcuff

"And my heart bled within me

"For you can only be free when You

no longer speak of freedom as a goal

"And how can you be free

"Unless you break the chains You

have fastened around yourself?

"In truth, that which

you call freedom

"ls the strongest

of these chains

"Though its links

glitter in the sun

"And to become free,

what would you

"Remove that is not

a part of yourself?

"if it's a tyrant His

throne was built within you

"if it's a care

you would cast off

"That care has

been chosen by you

"And if it's a fear

you would drive away

"The root of that

fear is in your heart

"And not in

the hand of the feared

"These things

move within you

"As lights and shadows

In constant half embrace

"You'll be free indeed

"Not when your days

are without a care

"Nor your nights

without grief

"But rather when these things

Bind up your life

"And yet you rise above them

"Unbound"

That's it! Where is he?

I'd like to wring his

little feathered neck.

KAlvllLA; Hamm?

Where is...

Almitra.

Didn't I tell you to

stay out of trouble?

Haliml You were

supposed to babysit her!

Oh, Mustafa, I'm so sorry my

daughter has interrupted your work.

I'll just get her out

of your way. Don't worry.

No, no, no. We're fine.

We were just chatting.

Right, Almitra?

Chatting?

Yes, we were sailing

on the wings of the wind.

IVlmm.

That reminds me, last night

I had the sweetest dream.

I dreamt of a ship

sailing into the harbor,

coming to take me

back to my homeland.

Hmm.

Halim, you haven't today,

by any chance, seen a ship?

No,

but to tell you the truth,

I wasn't looking.

IVlmm! IVlmm!

Almitra, get down from there!

Ahhh!

Ooh!

Oh! Mustafa, I'm so sorry!

I mean, Almitra is sorry.

Oh! Here, let me...

You do it.

That must hurt so much.

No, no, no. I'm fine.

I'm fine, really.

Oh, no, no, no.

Look at your painting.

It's completely ruined.

No, no. Not at all.

In fact, it's improved.

No, no, Mustafa,

you cannot mean that.

I do, I do!

But it's so ugly.

Look at it!

Now, now, now.

I don't know

what to do.

Come and sit down. Here.

I've tried everything!

Nothing I do or say

gets through to her.

She's just completely

beyond my control.

Well, of course, she is.

What?

She doesn't belong to you.

She doesn't?

Oh, no, no, no,

no, no, Mustafa.

I remember

clearly that it was me

who brought her

into this world.

Yes, yes, that's true.

She came through you,

but not from you.

"Your children are

not your children

"They are the sons and daughters

Of Life's longing for itself"

Your children

are not your children

They're the sons and daughters

of Life 's longing for itself

They come through you

But not from you

Though they're with you,

they belong to themselves

You may give them your love,

but not your thoughts

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