The Return to Homs Page #5

Of course, it is my pleasure.

I'm honored to have you guys.

- It's an honor.

- We've been marginalized, Basset.

I don't mind everybody marginalizes me,

God knows what I'm doing.

Being outside of Homs,

we're marginalized!

I wanted to stay as close as possible.

If I'd managed to get inside Homs,

not even God could get me out.

I'd either die with them

or get my freedom with them.

I wish you luck doing that.

Wish me, go marry someone new,

whatever you want.

- Would you leave dad on his awn?

- If I could get in I wouldn't get out.

I wanted to do it, but God didn't...

We need a good cook like you, mother.

I would've cooked for you

and washed the dishes.

Here come Assad's thugs...

Greet the sheep!

I bid my mother farewell at the door.

I told her:
"Wait for me".

I either come back

as the best of young men...

or as a martyr who makes you proud.

God help my mum,

what will become of her?

And O Sham, o our Sham.

God protect you and us.

Sham, come here.

Look at her! Come with me...

We're coming to get you,

God willing we'll get you!

- Where are you going?

- Returning to Horns!

- Where are we going?

- To Horns!

The return to Homs was no easy feat.

The fighters were in high spirits,

but that wouldn't be enough.

I shared Basset's disappointment,

as many let him down.

He wasted his time waiting. ..

For empty promises of support.

Only his old friends wanted to go back

with him to liberate the besieged.

The group wasn't strong enough

and had insufficient ammunition.

But Basset couldn't simply surrender

Somebody had to try.

Do you see that blue gate?

Do you see the wall? They're positioned

between the gate and the wall.

Does anybody have grenades?

Go! Go!

Go, go.

He threw it!

Come on, get in! Get in!

Basset!

They're shooting from this direction.

They've killed him!

Hand me the scissors;

or a blade, any blade...

All tendons are torn.

Tendons here and here are torn.

We fixed one tendon,

it's impossible to reconnect the rest.

The fraction needs to be held

in place from both sides.

Both the fibula and the tibia are broken.

What's up, Basset?

A little tired.

- How are you?

- Ok!

- Ok, thank God!

- Thank God!

- Thank God whatever may come.

- Thank God whatever may come.

- Maher!

- What, Basset?

- May your brother rest in peace.

- May we all do...

Guys!

Don't let the blood of martyrs

go in vain.

- Don't waste their blood.

- I won't be wasted.

For God's sake, don't let the blood

of martyrs go in vain.

For God's sake, don't let the blood

of martyrs go in vain.

For God's sake, don't let the blood

of martyrs go in vain.

The blood of martyrs, guys.

I want to open up a way

for the families.

I will open up a way

for the families, Abu Ammar.

I will open up a way

for the families, Abu Ammar.

Take it easy, praise the prophet...

God praise the Prophet...

We don't need money or anything. Kill me,

but just open up an exit for the people.

God, I want to become a martyr!

It's for God. It's for God.

Do you guys need anything?

Just take care, man!

I returned after months

to the countryside of Homs.

Like their eyes,

my eyes were on the city

The city I used to pass by on my

travel route to my old house 'm Damascus...

Not once did I think

about going into Horns.

The city which has become

my most precious.

The city which has become

a dream, out of reach.

Nb; friends are buried there, who will

take care of their tombs, their souls...

if we all left.

I return, accompanied by Abu Adnan...

to whom I am grateful for filming

many of this film's scenes.

It has been a year since Ossama was

detained, no news about him yet.

His fate and whereabouts

remain shrouded 'm mystery.

Basset's foot has healed,

and here he is scrambling...

to gather those who are left

of his comrades in order to return...

into the siege through

the roads of death.

- You won't play football anymore?

- No, of course not.

- Wouldn't you consider coaching?

- No, it's not my thing.

A coach needs an education

and degrees.

All that matters is victory. I would become

a blacksmith as I was before.

I'd be very happy.

I don't have other dreams anymore.

Most important is to return

to our families and people.

May God deliver us and all Muslims.

- What about Bayada?

- May we see it again...

Whatever God wants will happen.

God's greatest bliss to humans is Oblivion.

Anyway, all of the fallen

are martyrs with God now.

Do you want to forget?

God's willing I would be martyred

before I am back home.

Do you want to forget?

Nothing helps you forget.

I mean, you forget then you remember again,

things come back to you.

God will salvage us. Those guys

have all gone as heroes, as martyrs.

We should be sad for ourselves,

not for them.

- Basset!

- Yes, dear!

There we go.

To Homs!

Have you loaded your gun?

All is ready, thank God.

Where's the 14.5mm?

- Here it is.

All is packed?

Remind me about the ammo

we should pick up on our way.

I whispered a few words in his ears.

He smiled at me.

We hugged for as long as we could.

I looked into that beautiful spark

in his eyes.

There is nothing to say in this farewell.

Be proud of what happened.

Be worthy of all the sacrifice.

Look at the halo around your head.

Your feet will never touch

the ground again.

You 're free now.

There we go, Bayada Matyrs.

God's willing, to Homs we're heading.

God's willing, to Homs we're heading.

I've crossed my path and will not stray.

I'll march ahead with a heart of iron.

My stubborn heart has made its decision.

My destination is the land of lions.

O Brothers, brothers of ours,

all over the world.

Are calling on you to help.

Isn't it a shame to ignore them?

Could you be proud of complacency!

Be patient, my wife,

if you hear of my death...

I will be a martyr

and this honor is unmatched.

The Lord will forgive me

for all my sins.

My Lord is forgiving and merciful.

For whom do you leave those families?

They are in shackles of adversity.

They've suffered agony and hardship.

Their hands are not yet free

from the hell of chains.

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