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Why take someone

from so far away ?

She's a witch !

She'll be the ruin of you,

and bring shame on us !

You think I can't hear

the two of you ?

- Even in the afternoon !

- How dare you spy on us !

- She's my wife !

- She's your mother !

Sami !

Ahmed agrees to give you

his daughter, Nouffisa.

What do you say to that ?

I'm staying with Leila.

You love me ?

I'll never reject you.

I'll never marry anyone else.

You're my princess...

you revolutionary !

Leila,

you have the right to fight.

It's not a sin.

Enlightened lslam does exist

in other places.

The Islam of Light !

Your battle's a just one.

Leila!

Where's she got to ?

She'll do anything

to get out of work.

You have to help me.

If the strike doesn't work,

we won't have any water !

Why do you want to

change the tradition ?

What do you want me

to tell them?

What should I say

to convince them ?

Don't you see

that the idleness,

lack of money, drought,

have emptied the hearts

of those men ?

You want love

to return to the village

in a water pipe...?

Hurry up !

Fatima, hurry up.

Mama, can I go to school ?

Off you go !

And don't send anyone

to bring her home.

She should stay at school

til the end,

like all the others.

- Don't get on my nerves, Sami.

Good morning, teacher.

Hurry up !

You're late.

Imam, please help me

to convince the parents

to send all the girls to school.

Religious teaching and then

primary school.

At least they could learn

to read and write.

School's a long way off.

Understand their point of view.

And then, what use

would it be to them ?

You know very well

what happens.

They're more useful

to their mothers as they are.

Useful ?! They're infants !

If we let them do it,

they'd want to go on studying

in the town.

Who'd pay for that ?

You ?

And accommodation ?

And if they came back

to us pregnant ?

If they left for good,

who'd take care of the house?

Tourists!

Tourists!

Children, shoo !... go off home!

Welcome.

Tell them that this money

will serve the general good.

We'll repair the road

and repaint the mosque.

God, O my God

O my God

Time is not ashamed

God, O my God

You parted the brightness

of the moon and the sun

God, O my God

I kiss the earth

for grain and water.

God, O my God

I cherish my earth

God, O my God

My earth so full of life

In our village the men

pretend not to hear.

Listen to your wife !

Where are the elders ?

Listen, listen,

they were up to it.

Woe to you !

Listen to your wife !

You don't even bring the water

Your arms are weak

Nothing to harvest

The trees are sterile

Our village is ruined !

Listen to your wife !

I sing him songs

but he never listens to me

He listens to the wind...never his beloved

Listen to your wife !

The tourists give money

Where does it go to...disappear to ?

Why is this fortune gone with the wind ?

And you stay at home...

without water for the village.

There's not a hint of relief for us

so this song, this dance

speaks the words

directed at you.

No water ?

Your seed will no longer fertilise

our beautiful lands.

I want a 'fridge and medicines

I want a Mercedes...

a washing machine.

Yes, it's true !

The tourist guide said so.

- Your mothers are crazy !

- They're witches!

It's not true !

Witches! Witches!

Good morning teacher !

Sit down all of you.

Bon apptit.

Is it true that

mama made a love strike ?

Just eat !

Here.

It's called the

Thousand and One Nights.

It's one of the most beautiful books

in Arab literature...

our heritage.

Unfortunately few of us

know about it.

Don't tell anyone

I've given it to you,

or I'll have problems.

What's it about ?

Love,

sensuality,

possession, sex,

death.

My princess,

don't stir up the men.

Be sensible.

Don't make enemies

about the water.

Change the love-strike

to love and respect.

Stop !

You'll wake the children !

There's your strike for you !

Why are you all looking at me

like that ?

I fell down the stairs.

In that Mexican show,

that's what they always say

when their husbands beat them.

Do the ones without

stairs say that ?

They ask their husbands to buy

a house with a staircase.

You say you're on strike

and the cellar door is padlocked.

I know it's hard

but we have to hang in there.

Nice words are easy for you, Leila.

Your husband loves you.

Put yourself in our place

for a moment.

It's easy to be a revolutionary

when you're rich.

Woman is a rose

Make a bouquet of her life.

Woman is a breeze

That softens the heat

The woman is honey

Flowing from the beehive

Woman is a sea

How many rivers have fed her

And how many oceans has she filled ?

Woman is a doormat

Trampled by anyone

Woman, is an animal, beast of burden for men

To please him she slaves in the house

Like the donkey to whom only burdens fall...

Hardship to all idiots ruled by the stick !

Wake up !

If they are blind, you see for two.

Raise your heads like banners

If you don't want to end consumed !

Flintlock,

your words are bullets...

Show you love us.

Your hearts are like

stagnant pools,

full of fallen angels

and evil spirits.

If you give in,

you won't be loved

anymore !

Stir yourselves, you cowards,

show your feelings

and your courage,

or you'll spend your lives

with one foot stuck in the mud.

The village will have water,

I promise you !

Let's not give up.

Leila's right !

"An army of ants

can bring down a lion."

So, you chicken-livered cowards...

Are you up to it ?

You've declared a war.

The imam and the sheik

will summon you.

You know

they'll accuse you,

and quote the Koran

in support ?

I imagine so.

Can you imagine all

that can happen ?

You better be prepared.

"In the name of God,

the Compassionate, the Merciful.

"O mankind, fear your Lord

Who created you all from one

" and created his wife

"My love, I miss you,

"I dream of the day

when we are in our house.

"I will spend my days

watching you,

"stroking your olive skin

"burying my face

in your hair.

"I will say to you:

'Te quiero, mi amor,

"' mi amor, mi amor.'

"Will you always love me ?

"May Allah protect you !

I love you, S'lim.'

Let me see !

I have to reply !

Tomorrow.

I'm too busy right now.

There, there...it'll go away.

Thanks a lot.

You're like my own daughter.

Your mother, whose soul is with Allah,

was like a sister to me.

Help me Flintlock.

I'm not strong.

How can I go against

my husband ?

He takes me every night

and he hurts me.

I worry that the children

will be woken.

So you aren't prepared to strike.

Listen.

Put garlic and chillies in your hair,

it'll make him sneeze

and the odour will turn him off.

Also wear pants and a belt

that are difficult to undo.

If that doesn't work,

each time he makes his move

get up to check

one of the children

and lay it between you.

Tell him it's sick.

He'll be sure to be fooled.

And if that still doesn't work,

call me,

and I'll come and sleep between you.

He wouldn't dare try me !

I don't understand

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