The Patience Stone Page #3

Yes.

Two daughters.

Where are they?

At my aunt's.

Why are you here alone then?

I...

I work.

I have to earn my living. I have

two young daughters to feed.

What's your job?

I sell my body.

What?

My body.

I sell my body.

I don't understand.

I sell my body for men's pleasure.

Shame on you, insolent,

debauched woman.

- Aren't you ashamed?

- Of what?

- Of what you say.

- Of what I say or of what I do?

Don't smooth-talk me.

You understand?

Are you a Muslim or not?

A Muslim? Why?

I'll stone you right

here on the spot!

Insolent creature!

I curse your father!

You soil the name of Muslims!

They're being killed

and you sell yourself.

I'll kill you!

I curse your father, b*tch!

Whore!

Forgive me.

That's enough, go and

squabble elsewhere!

Now, what was I saying? Ah, yes!

You were right to say that

or they'd have raped you.

Come on in.

- That's what I thought.

- You were right.

They never rape a whore.

You know why?

Because that kind of man

doesn't put his dirty thing

in a hole that's been

used thousands of times.

But raping a virgin

makes them proud.

It proves their virility.

They're stronger.

Stay here tonight.

I'm afraid he'll run out of serum.

Have some tea then.

I wanted to come back to you.

To stay with you.

I'm afraid something bad

will happen to you again.

The girls are safe with my aunt.

They love my aunt.

Every evening,

she tells them a story.

What would they do here?

There's no water or electricity.

Halt!

I still have so much to tell you.

Maybe I'll tell you everything.

I don't know how you'll take it,

what you'll say about it.

I'll tell you everything tomorrow.

All right?

I'm tired.

I have to sleep.

Who are you?

- How... How much?

- What do you want?

What?

How much is it?

What?

How... How...

...much is it?

But I'm not a whore!

Is it over?

Shut...

Shut up!

Was it your first time?

Get up now!

Or...

Let me get up.

Are you from here?

The poor boy...

He made me think of you.

His heart was beating so hard.

You were as clumsy as he was.

I didn't know what to do.

I had no idea of what I had to do.

I thought the way you did

it was the right way.

I felt nothing,

only pain.

Afterwards, I started

pleasuring myself.

Some nights, when you

slept, I'd caress myself.

One night, you woke up

asking me what I was doing.

I told you

that I had a fever.

I was hot and drenched in sweat.

You sent me to sleep

with the children.

My aunt is right to say,

"Those who don't know how

to make love make war."

The mullah came back.

I lied to him again.

I told him I still had my period.

He wasn't pleased.

He left again, complaining.

The poor man has become a coward.

I've lied to you, too.

On our first night,

you thought it was the

blood of my virginity.

But I had my period.

I kept that from you,

on my aunt's advice.

I was a virgin but I was afraid...

Afraid of not losing any blood.

Out!

Come on!

Get out!

Go and play in the garden.

Come on!

- What are you doing?

- You can see what!

It's time now.

Take it off!

You've been stringing me

along for three days!

Show a little modesty!

You're kidding!

- Can you deliver me some water?

- All right.

I have a little money.

I've bought serum and eye drops.

I've bought food, too.

I'll wash the sheet.

I won't be long.

What do you want now?

I felt pity for him.

At one point, I got the giggles.

He thought I was making fun

of him. He nearly left.

Do you know why I laughed?

Because of my aunt.

I told her about that boy,

his stammer,

and how he came too fast.

My aunt told me,

"Advise him

"to f*** with his tongue

and talk with his dick."

As soon as I remembered

those words,

I laughed!

Then I thought of you

and I stopped laughing.

It's dangerous to hurt a young

man's feelings like that.

They only think of their

d*cks and nothing else.

Anyhow, it's over now.

Water-bearer!

Water-bearer!

The toilets!

They're empty!

The boy's a fast learner.

He isn't like you.

He accepts everything

that I teach him.

It doesn't anger him.

You'd have killed me if

I'd said such things.

All that mattered to

you was your soul.

Your soul, your honor.

And what was I? Nothing.

A piece of meat.

With that boy...

I take his hand.

I place it on my breasts,

between my thighs.

He doesn't resist.

I guide him.

Where are the prayer beads?

Why am I telling you this?

The other women never

talk about it!

Never.

But me...

I'm possessed

by a satanic spirit.

The Koran?

Have you seen the Koran?

Which sura had I got to?

The peacock's feather?

The peacock's feather?

Where is it?

It holds all my secrets.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

I shouldn't talk about all that.

Today, I wanted to

tell you everything.

I couldn't manage it.

Someone has mended the gate.

Last night, I had a dream.

I gave birth to a boy.

His face was all wrinkled,

like my grandfather's.

It's you!

Hello.

Hello.

Not today, I can't.

Not today.

Only...

No, no.

I can't.

- Today, I can't.

- I...

Mended the gate.

So that was you?

Thank you.

Can... Can I... Come in?

No, I said no, I have to work.

One... Minute.

I know we can do it quickly.

But I have work to do.

I'm expecting someone else.

Only...

Only to...

Talk.

Go on in.

What do you want from me?

I told you that I couldn't today.

I have to see someone else.

All right, tell me.

The commander from...

From... The other day...

What's this on your body?

What is it?

It's a burn. A... Cigarette burn.

Who did this?

The commander...

Who came here the other day.

I have burns on my back, too.

The bastard.

The son of a b*tch.

That commander who spat at me.

The one who wanted to kill me.

You know what he does to that boy?

He was an orphan.

He found him on the street.

By day, he puts a

Kalashnikov in his hands,

and, at night, bells on his feet.

His body is covered with burns.

His chest...

His back...

He burns him with the

barrel of his gun

and with his cigarettes.

The bastard!

The son of a devil!

Allah asked Muhammad to say,

"If I knew the hidden meaning,

"I would have made kindness mine

"and turned evil away from me."

One day, the Prophet

said to his wife,

"Oh, Khadija, I am

going to go mad soon.

"I am possessed.

"I hear voices coming

from the stones.

"At night, a monster

approaches me."

So Khadija told him,

"Warn me when it next appears."

And, one day, the Prophet said,

"Khadija, I see it."

So Khadija bared her hair

and asked Muhammad,

"Do you still see it?"

"No, I don't see it now."

So Khadija said,

"That wasn't a monster or a jinn.

That was an angel.

"A jinn would have had

no respect for my hair.

"It wouldn't have Fled..."

What bothers you about that story?

That the Prophet says,

"If I knew the hidden meaning,

"I would have made kindness mine

"and turned evil away from me."

So?

Evil could have

attained the Prophet?

My girl, the Prophet was a man,

an envoy of God,

like the hundred

thousand other prophets.

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