The Garden of Allah

Synopsis: Domini, an heiress who has led a cloistered life, visits the North African desert for spiritual renewal. There she meets Boris, recently escaped from a Trappist monastery. Their friendship ripens into love, but he conceals his past from her. Then in a remote oasis, they meet a man who knows his secret.
Director(s): Richard Boleslawski
Production: United Artists
  Nominated for 2 Oscars. Another 1 win.
Rotten Tomatoes:
79 min

Who is that down there in the hall, Sister?

Why, that's Domini Enfilden.

- Was she ever here?

- Yes, she was just like you.

She couldn't ever

do her sums correctly, either.


Why, Domini Enfilden!

How wonderful to see you again.

And you, Mother Josephine.

It's like coming home.

She doesn't look very happy.

- Is she married?

- No, she isn't married.

- Is that why she isn't happy?

- No, my dear.

You see, she devoted her life

to looking after her invalid father...

whom she loved very dearly.

But why would that make her sad, Sister?

He suffered greatly for years.

She gave up everything for him.

And a few months ago he died, mercifully.

Isn't she beautiful?

- Is she rich?

- Yes, and very kind.

You don't catch me being kind to anyone.

I want somebody to be kind to me.

Now, that's enough.

Come right away from that window.

Close the window, children.

You remember, Domini,

this is your old room.

Your old room, Domini.

I'm so delighted to see you again,

I didn't notice.

You're not happy, my child.

Perhaps the only time I ever was happy

was here.

But surely after your father's death

you were free to enjoy the world?

The world? Yes, I traveled:

Paris, Vienna, the Riviera.

But in the midst of people,

I was always lonely. Desperately lonely.

I don't understand that.

You always had such a longing for life,

even as a child.

Do you remember, you once asked me:

"Mother, is it wrong

to want someone to marry me?

"Is it wrong to want to be loved?"

Yes, I remember.

And you showed me a picture.

The Marriage at Cana.

I remember you said,

"He was at the wedding, and he blessed it."

Yes, Domini.

What am I to do, Mother Josephine?

I come to you

as I did when I was a little girl.

Do? Life is filled

with interesting things to do.

You must go out and find them.

But how, Mother. Where?

Why not leave

the cities you have found so lonely...

and try something different?

Perhaps the desert, for a time.

The desert, Mother? What will I find there?

There, in the solitudes,

you may find yourself.

In the face of the infinite,

your grief will vanish...

and you will realize that life is larger...

fuller than you dream.

I've been here for one whole month, Father.

Forgive me, I still cannot understand

how men can find peace here...

walled in, cut off forever from the world.

You are a soldier of France, my son.

We are soldiers of God.

One must have the call for either duty.

Today I go away, Father,

to rejoin my company.

You have never asked me why I came here.

You asked for shelter here.

We've tried to make you comfortable.

You have, Father.

But I don't want you to think

I came here out of idle curiosity.

You see, my mother had always wanted me

to enter the service of the church.

Last year, she died

while I was on patrol deep in the desert.

It seemed fitting, somehow,

I should come here...

-if only for a little while.

- I understand, my son.

You must take this with you as a small token

of our pleasure in your visit here.

- For me?

- Yes.

A bottle of the liqueur we make

at this monastery. We are very proud of it.

You have reason to be.

I have tasted it. It is superb.

I'll call Brother Antoine.

The making of the liqueur is in his charge.

Your praise will make him happy.

Brother Gregory,

call Brother Antoine from his work.

I always feel a little strange talking to you,

while these men must keep silent.

They have chosen their silence,

Monsieur de Trevignac.

They are happy in it.

Speak. What is it?

I release you from your vow of silence.

Brother Antoine has fled.

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