The Source Page #5

I'm happy to see you.

I'm being sacked from school.

I feel sick !

Stop complaining.

Come and help me.

- I feel sick, don't you understand?

- It's just your periods.

I don't WANT to be sick

OR have my periods,

OR be in a bad mood.

I'm fed up !

Shut up !

You're a woman...you're supposed to

put up with pain without complaining.

It's shameful to talk about it.

You made the love-strike

and you...?

You just don't get it !

I'm talking about our

intimate condition...

Get out.

I hate being a woman.

Thirty women of good faith

are ready to come and

marry the men of the village.

We have informed

the Grand Mufti

of your wisdom and collaboration,

and that it has been our pleasure

to meet such a brother,

a community leader,

truly faithful to the Prophet.

I'm very honoured by your visit

and by our collaboration.

My house is yours.

May Allah guide us.

May it please Allah.

Help yourselves.

Let me help you.

What do you want of me ?

Haven't you done enough

to me already?

Leila...

I love you.

- I've always loved you.

- No !

Still on strike ?!

You'd said it was over !

Papa, please stop !

Shut up ! Get to sleep !

If you don't stop the strike,

your troubles have only begun !

Come on.

What is it ?

You lied to me !

All these years

you lied to me !

And to all my family !

You were tarnished when I married you !

Not a virgin !

A whore !

And on top of that...

Who are you ?

I'd been promised

to someone else.

I loved him, Sami!

I loved him ! He was

the most beautiful thing in my life.

Before he left me.

Before I should meet YOU.

I was 15 years old,

we saw each other in secret.

I refused him for a long time.

We only kissed.

- I don't want to hear it !

- Yes, you have to know !

I want to tell you everything.

We were in love. We wanted to do it.

Day after day we suffered.

Shut up !

He promised to marry me.

Six months later

he was married to someone else.

Chosen by his mother.

A rich girl from town !

Job opportunities !

Important family ! Lots of money !

I was a nobody !

Stop.

Shut up.

You're finished.

It's over.

I lied because I was afraid

you'd reject me.

The same with your family.

Through loving you,

you understand ?

What do you believe ?

That it was easy for me

to drag up this shame ?

To make myself feel dirty ?

I regret I lied to you, Sami.

I love you.

I'll always love you.

Do you still love HIM ?

Love...love...

I was also in love with a boy

when my parents

gave me to my husband.

I regretted all my life

that I didn't run away with him.

He must have suffered.

What young girl isn't in love

before she gets married ?

Even Fatima...

Fatima was in love with...

but her parents preferred Hussein.

Didn't you know that ?

After the wedding,

she refused to eat for a week.

She was 13.

A year later,

Mohamed was born.

Her first child.

By giving birth so young,

her own childhood

was stolen from her.

Fatima has always acted

as if it was his fault.

Mohamed never really had

a mother's love.

Right now I love Sami.

And I've lied to him.

You've had the chance

to be loved

twice in one lifetime.

Is he going to leave me ?

What ?

You can't come in.

- What are you talking about ?

- You're forbidden !

Since when ?!

Ask your brother Mohamed !

Friends !

Listen to me.

Come here my boy.

You all know Nassim,

old Flintlock's son.

He's become somebody

of importance

If a solution is not found soon,

they have one!

Go on, lie down.

Starting tomorrow,

you'll be wearing the veil.

I'm fed up with having you

flaunt yourself to the world.

Mama, tell us

the story of the snail.

Nassim!

I don't need your money.

I thought you were working

on a construction site,

that you earned

your money honestly...

it seems I was mistaken.

That's not all

you sent me,

but we didn't spend much.

Don't send any more,

we won't accept it.

You aren't getting rid of her.

And you say nothing to anyone.

OK ?

Not pleased ?

My little kiss ?

It isn't S'lim who gives you the letters.

It's Leila.

Why ?

What are you talking about ?

Kissy-kiss...I'm in a hurry !

No kiss...tell me the truth,

I've seen you together !

Why is it you

who gives him those letters?

It's you who writes them...

not S'lim !

Tell me !

Tell me !

Stop screaming !

He gives them to me,

because his mother saw him with the pedlar.

That's why he avoided you

in his village.

Why don't you give them

straight to me ?

What about

the kiss for the pedlar ?

Come on, we're going into action.

Hurry up!

There they are !

At last !

Hurry up !

Now !

Come here, Karim.

What's the writing say ?

"Your hearts are as dry and thorny

"as this well."

Burn this well !

Take that !

Auntie Fatima.

What do you want ?

The Imam asks for Leila

to come and see him at the Mosque.

I'll tell her.

Take care.

Say hi to your family

for me !

To act against procreation, love

and the authority of the father

and husband, is a sin !

You will appreciate that

this has gone on long enough.

Sourate... chapter 4, verse 34:

"To be virtuous, a woman

must be obedient.

"Any whom you believe to be

insubordinate,

"admonish them,

"lay them on their beds

"and beat them.'

What if the drought persists

or one day the insect

finds water

elsewhere ?

Sit down.

Also :

It is legal for a husband

to beat his wife.

But the blows

should not be violent.

Allah is saying to the husband:

The correction should be

of an educational

and affectionate nature,

as a father who

smacks a child

or a teacher who slaps a pupil.

How did all this come about ?!

Flintlock, I've known you

as responsible,

wise and sensible.

Your irrational action confuses

children's minds.

Our village has been ridiculed.

I am the guarantor of order,

compliance with the law, and the Koran!

I remind you of your duties

as women,

and of our traditions.

Know that the men of the village,

headed by the sheik,

have proposed a radical solution:

To divorce all of you and bring in

other women, if you persist.

Stop this strike.

Go home, and tonight,

open your hearts and your arms

to your husbands.

And all will be forgotten.

Your son said you are in a jihad

against men.

He took the righteous

path of Allah.

You should lead by example.

A jihad against men?!

We're in a jihad

against ourselves,

against our condition

and against injustice.

To improve things.

My son wants to replace you, lmam,

Are you aware, Imam, that my son

is out to replace you ?

He's paid the sheik

and will pay all the others

to get what he wants !

I don't know where

all that money comes from.

You... are going to kill me.

because we loved

the same woman?

And when I'm dead,

do you think

Leila will love you more ?

What are you after ?

Why did you come ?

I don't know.

Maybe I secretly hoped

she didn't love you,

that she'd want to come away

with me

But the whole village says

Leila loves you

and that you...

you love her too much.

"That you love her too much!"

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