Timbuktu Page #2

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.

There's no "Yo, man" anymore.

We're into religion, brother.

Come on.

In this earthly world,

all is ephemeral.

What's bothering you

in this earthly world?

The Western world.

Injustice.

That's what's bothering you.

Injustice, you're here,

your parents have suffered.

You've enjoyed haram things, alcohol.

Today, it's over.

You're not into this anymore.

In this earthly world...

Where does that music come from?

Abu Hassan's sent us to find out.

Go over there.

We're checking here.

Let's go.

You go this way, I'll go that way,

and we'll meet on the square.

Good evening, Abu Hassan.

Good evening.

I know where the music comes from.

I found where the music came from.

They're singing praise

to the Lord and His prophet.

Shall I arrest them?

Get away from my nets!

GPS!

Dad!

Issan in tears is approaching

without his stick.

Where?

What's wrong, my boy?

Where's the cattle?

Why are you crying?

Where's the cattle?

GPS is dead.

GPS what?

Who killed her?

She was killed...

by Amadou, the fisherman.

Get up.

Come.

Stop crying.

Tell me what happened.

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