The Patience Stone Page #4

What did Khadija want?

Khadija?

She didn't want the

Prophet to feel...

Bewitched.

She wanted to open his eyes.

She wanted to tear him

away from his illusions.

She wanted...

Muhammad to attain his

prophetical truth.

Khadija is the one who

should have been a prophet.

Everything's calm today.

Maybe they'll raise the curfew.

I can stay late.

I'm very tired.

I didn't sleep well last night.

Who's that?

Someone just dropped this off.

He's gone mad.

He's lost his mind.

I should have killed

him the first day.

I couldn't.

You don't mind me

telling you about him?

That I welcome him here?

I have no illusions.

Don't worry.

I know he can become horrible,

like you.

If you come back to life, you will

become the same animal again.

Right?

Or you'll change.

You'll change.

I'm sure of it.

You'll smile at me.

You'll kiss me.

You'll take me in your arms.

You'll make love to

me the way I want.

You'll love me.

Because now you know

all my secrets.

You and me,

we're not the same anymore.

What am I doing?

My God, what am I doing?

God, help me!

The Koran!

Where's the Koran?

Someone's taken it.

My God!

Help me.

I'm going mad.

No, no.

No, I'm not mad.

Neither mad,

nor bewitched,

nor possessed.

I don't need anyone.

Anyone.

I thought it would be

hard to say it to you.

Impossible even.

But now...

Now, with you,

everything is possible.

We can do everything,

say everything.

Where shall I begin?

With our first child.

When I was pregnant,

I prayed I'd have a miscarriage.

That child carried my secret.

He was my secret.

At the birth, I wanted to

stifle him between my legs...

But they gave me opium.

I was too dazed to do it.

On seeing it was a girl,

I felt reassured.

A girl wouldn't give away

her mother's secret.

Do you know why

I didn't want that child?

She wasn't yours.

Neither was the second.

I wasn't sterile. You were.

Nobody knew that.

Your mother didn't want to know.

Remember?

She wanted you to

take another wife.

What would have become of me?

My aunt came to my rescue.

I asked her for advice.

She found the solution.

Tell your mother there was a

healer who worked miracles.

All the money your mother spent!

She said nothing to you.

Each time, she told me,

"It's your last chance."

After several consultations

with him, I got pregnant.

Want to know who he was?

He was my aunt's pimp.

Want to know what his miracle was?

Shall I tell you?

He put me in a dark room

with a man in a blindfold.

A totally dark room.

The man wasn't allowed

to speak to me,

or touch me.

We were never naked.

I never saw his face.

I think he was young and strong,

but inexperienced.

My aunt gave me

advice to guide him.

The first time, nothing happened.

At first,

I wept softly.

Then I cried out and threw up.

They hounded me from the room.

I didn't want to go back.

Little by little, I got used to it.

I accepted it...

With a feeling of guilt.

When I got pregnant, your

mother praised the healer.

She told people he worked miracles.

She often bought

talismans from him.

For the second child, I don't

know if it was the same man.

Always in the dark.

You?

You've come back to life?

My patience stone.

You've come back to me!

The patience stone.

You've shattered!

I've brought you back...

Me...

Me alone.

I have become a prophet

who has accomplished a miracle.

I have become a prophet...

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