Timbuktu

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Tire it!

Don't kill it! Tire it!

Here.

Cheers.

His medicine.

Two tablets in the morning,

two in the evening.

They changed that one.

Yes, I know.

A generic drug.

Let's go.

Attention!

Important information!

Smoking is forbidden.

Music is forbidden.

Women must wear socks.

Attention!

Women must wear socks and gloves!

For those who speak Bambara...

No cigarettes.

No music.

For the women at the market,

socks are compulsory.

Understood?

I've just said it in Bambara.

- Roll up your pants.

- All my pants are like this.

Roll them up.

It's the new law.

I said roll them up!

What brings you here?

An announcement to make.

And you enter like that?

One cannot enter the house of God

with shoes and weapons.

It is not right.

But we can.

We're doing jihad.

You're doing jihad?

And you want to do it here?

In the house of God?

Here, in Timbuktu,

he who dedicates himself to religion

uses his head and not his weapons.

It's time for prayer.

We'd like to pray in peace.

Please leave.

Get them away from my nets!

Do you hear me?

Guess what I'm thinking about

right now.

About what?

Your cows.

About GPS, his favorite!

GPS -- Is that your answer?

You know what I'm thinking?

If GPS has a calf

and it's a male,

I'll give it to Issan.

Issan deserves your whole herd.

- All the cows?

- Yes.

He deserves them.

He's a good boy.

He'll still be pleased

to have GPS's calf.

Won't he?

He'll get it.

Give him the whole herd?

He deserves it, that boy!

I swear he deserves it.

Thank you.

I'll pay you later.

Thanks. See you later.

Sister, you must wear these gloves!

Wear gloves to sell fish?

How could I water fish

with these gloves?

Our parents raised us in honor...

without wearing gloves.

Enough!

You want to cut hands?

Here are two!

Cut them!

We're not here to cut your hands!

To wear gloves, you need hands!

You can't fight these people!

We're fed up!

They made us wear the veil.

Now the gloves!

How are we supposed to work?

Calm down.

Neither today nor tomorrow!

- Then we're taking you.

- Take me.

What is meant to be, will be.

Give that to my mother.

Release the handbrake.

To the right...

Go on.

Look ahead.

Let's do it again.

Do it again!

Abdelkrim!

- May I tell you something?

- Yes, go on.

You see,

you don't know everything.

Only God Almighty

knows everything in this life.

Did you drink?

Yes, with Mom.

Where were you this morning?

With the goats.

You looked after them?

You're a nice girl.

My little bird...

Wait for me till I get back.

I'll bring you presents.

Look at me.

Is that all right?

Look after the cattle.

See you later.

Dad!

My bird...

Dad's going for a walk.

He's coming back.

Watch the house while I'm gone.

Dad's gone.

I told him not to forget us.

You want to convince me

to renounce jihad.

Me?

Who am I to say, "Renounce jihad"?

I don't take care of others' jihad.

I do jihad to myself.

I swear I don't have time

for other people's jihad.

Were I not committed

to my moral improvement,

I'd be the first to join you.

I pray to Allah the Almighty,

hoping that He'll forgive me

and that He'll forgive you.

May He help us reject

vanity and pride.

Stop this.

You cause harm

to Islam and the Muslims.

You put children in danger...

in front of their poor mother.

You even hit

the mother of two children

without any good reason.

Before you came,

a woman was here

to complain that you forced her

to wear gloves --

here they are --

without any explanation,

without convincing her

of their usefulness,

as is prescribed

by Allah and His prophet.

Remember the words

of Allah the Almighty:

"So pardon them.

Consult them in the matter.

Speak with them.

Once you've made a decision,

put your trust in Allah,

for He loves those

who rely upon Him."

Where's leniency?

Where's forgiveness?

Where's piety?

Where's exchange, exchange?

Where is God in all this?

Here come those people I dislike.

I don't like them.

But the driver's nice.

Who told you he was nice?

How are you?

We're fine.

You always come

when my husband's not here.

I'm a married woman.

You always wait for her husband

to be away to visit her.

She's a married woman.

Let her cover her head.

It's indecent.

He tells you to cover your head.

If he dislikes it,

he shouldn't look at it.

A man who harms a woman

is impious.

She says that...

no one invited you.

And don't look

at what you don't want to see.

If she needs anything,

let her phone me.

If you need anything,

you can phone him.

Have a good day.

He joined us in 1990.

We beat them

in 2001, 2003, and 2005.

I disagree.

In 2005, they beat you.

Sure about that?

Get your basics right, boy.

In 2001, he wasn't there.

As soon as they moved forward --

A**holes!

I respect Zidane.

He's a great player.

But he hasn't Messi's track record.

Messi scores 3 or 4 goals in a game.

- Don't compare Barcelona with Real.

- No, never.

I'm not comparing.

I'm just setting the record straight.

At that time, France was

the only team in the world

that beat all its opponents

and also the world champion.

Let me tell you what France is.

It's the only famous country

that never won anything.

They probably sold a packet

or a boat of rice to the Brazilians

because they're poor.

They said,

"Go down so we can score 3 goals

and win the World Cup."

I want to leave.

I have to leave.

Satima is beautiful,

filled with inner strength.

Her husband is a good man.

What do you know

about inner strength and good men?

One has to be a good believer.

They are believers.

This is enough for me.

Omar, how badly you speak Arabic!

I know,

but I speak Tamasheq and English.

Stormy weather today.

Yes, nostalgia is coming back.

The neighbors are gone.

Everyone fled.

There's no one left.

We're the only ones.

I'd rather we stayed here.

Where would we go?

What's the use

of fleeing all the time?

Where would I take Toya,

between thirst and drought?

Still, we could get closer

to other people.

Our neighbors will come back.

All of this will end one day.

Those people scare me.

They come by when you're not here.

Here?

Under the tent?

No.

I need your support.

Be patient.

As long as you're here...

we'll fight and we'll get by.

I know you're scared.

I'm scared, too.

Admit that you miss your girlfriends!

That's true.

Brother, raise the lamp.

To the right!

Mobi, look at me.

You know,

the Prophet said:

the Ummah is like one body.

And when a part aches,

the other's here to save it.

In the past,

I used to make music,

rap music.

In other words,

I was living in sin.

But with God's help --

You're not focused.

Your speech is not convincing at all.

Are you convinced

by what you're saying?

Then tell me straight

so we don't bother to shoot.

Move! Go over there.

Brothers, in the past

I was into rap music,

but today I'm following God's way,

the jihad's way.

My eyes stay still.

There's no random movement.

I'm convinced.

And you must say it this way.

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