Incendies (2010)

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I'm glad to see you.

Please.

THE TWINS

Last will and testament of

Dr. Nawal Marwan.

Opening of the will to

her two children,

Simon Marwan and Jeanne Marwan.

"In accordance with the will,

regulations and rights of

Nawal Marwan,

the notary, Jean Lebel,

is named executor."

Hmm ... I must tell you here

that it was your mother's decision.

I was personally against

it, but she insisted.

You know ...

... your mother was more

than an employee.

To my late wife and me

you felt more like part

of our family, so ...

I could not refuse.

Hum!

"All my assets are to be

shared between the twins,

Jeanne and Simon Marwan."

"The money is to be equitably

shared"

"My furniture distributed by

mutual agreement."

"Burial"

"Notary Jean Lebel will

bury me without a coffin, naked

and without prayers."

"My face turned towards the ground,

my back against the world."

"Tombstone and Epitaph"

"No headstone is to be

placed on my grave

and my name engraved nowhere."

"No epitaph is deserved for those

who do not keep their promises."

"To Jeanne and Simon"

"Childhood is like a knife

stuck in the throat

which cannot be removed easily."

"Jeanne, notary Lebel will

hand you an envelope."

"This envelope is for your father."

"Find him

and hand him the envelope."

"Simon, the notary will

hand you an envelope."

I've heard enough.

Oh ... but it's not finished.

Continue.

"Simon, the notary will

hand you an envelope."

"This envelope is for your brother."

"Find him and hand it to him."

"When these envelopes

have been handed

to their addressees, a

letter will be given to you."

"When the silence is broken,

and the promise kept

a stone may be placed

on my grave

and my name engraved on

the stone."

I admit it's a bit strange.

Is there stuff to sign?

No, not today.

OK.

Thank you, Jean.

- Shall we?

- Wait.

You know, the history

of our father.

You know, we have no brother.

Why did you let her write this?

I understand your surprise.

It's ... it's very surprising.

Stop pretending to be innocent!

We know that we speak of, there is

nothing surprising in this.

We did not make these

things up, Simon...

They are part of a will.

There's that, too.

Well, this morning your mother

gave us something rather special.

We'll sleep on it, then ...

We'll meet again, huh?

I'll wait outside.

Thank you, Jean.

Sit down, Simon.

Look, Jean ...

your secretary, she loved

working for you.

She did this well all her

life, congratulations.

Your secretary, however, was also

my mother.

Then her job as a mother,

that's another story.

Simon ...

You can bury your secretary

in any way you wish.

But my mother, I want her

buried in the normal way.

For once in your f*cking life

make it something normal.

This is not negotiable.

Take your time.

And come see me when Simon

has calmed down.

I know it's very unusual, but ...

your mother was not crazy, Jeanne.

We have a large family now.

She spoke of a traitor?

In a big family, there's always a dog.

How long will it be before we

find the traitor?

f*cking crazy woman!

I'll fix that with Jean.

Fix what?

We'll give her a

normal funeral.

We'll take care of her, then

I'll take care of you.

Where are you going?

You bury her any way you like!

Oh, stop!

You feel guilty because

you were not there

when she died.

You feel guilty because

you were there

when she had her accident.

You need to stop you feeling

guilty for everything!

I am not feeling guilty

about anything.

Do you realize the significance of

what he just read?

Well, she's gone!

It's over, I'm at peace!

I have f*cking peace!

I'm at peace now.

Yes, I see.

Mathematics as you

have known so far

have aimed to achieve a precise

and definitive response

to precise and definitive problems.

Now, you are about to enter into

entirely different adventure.

The subject will be

intractable problems

that will always lead

to other problems just

as intractable.

People around you will

repeatedly insist

that what you are doing is

hopeless.

You'll have no argument

to defend yourself,

because they will be of an

overwelming complexity.

Welcome to pure mathematics,

the land of loneliness.

This is my assistant,

Miss Jeanne Marwan.

Hello!

We will start with the conjecture

of Syracuse.

What does your intuition

tell you?

Your intuition is always right.

That's why you got potential

to becoming a real mathematician.

But over there, you'll need help.

Do you have any family there?

- Contacts?

- It's ridiculous, Niv.

You've come to learn that

a) your father is alive;

and b) you have another brother.

This is ridiculous

What is ridiculous to question

the inevitable.

You need to know.

Otherwise, your mind

will never be at peace.

And peace of mind has nothing to

do with pure mathematics.

You need a starting point.

My father died during

the w*r in Daresh.

That's the unknown variable

in the equation.

You never start with the

unknown variable.

My mother used to speak about

a village

called Der Om, in Fouad.

She graduated in French

at the University of Daresh.

If she studied, there is hope.

Said Haidar.

You'll go knock on the

door Said Haidar

an old friend of mine who

teaches at Daresh.

You can trust him.

What are you doing?

Mom! Are you Okay?

Madam, that's my towel, please.

Mom?

Mom!

Mom?

What happened?

Where's Jeanne?

Mom?

Does she suffer from migraines?

No.

- Memory loss?

- No.

Loss of balance?

No.

Absent-minded?

She's always absent.

No, she was never absent.

Wahab, come.

Just get out of my sister's way.

Son of refugees, where do you

think you're going?

Nicolas, stop!

Go back to your country.

Wahab!

We'll leave your hide

in your camps, believe me.

Give me.

- I want to k*ll her.

- It's mine to do.

You have sullied the

family honor.

- Enough!

Go home!

Go home!

Outside.

What have you done!

You have humilliated us!

You have sullied the

name of our family!

Why God have you plunged

us in the dark?

My God, what have you done?

Why did you do that?

What will I do with you!

You want me to k*ll you?

I'm pregnant, grandma.

- My God, everything is black.

Why?

Why have you done this?

Do I have to k*ll you?

What will I do with you?

Come.

Eat if you want your

child safe.

Listen to me.

There's nothing here for you.

I'll help after the birth.

I want you to go away.

You'll go to live with

your uncle Charbel.

There, you'll go to school.

To learn to read,

to learn to think

out of this misery.

Promise me and I'll help you.

Promise me you'll go to school.

I promise you, grandmother.

I promise.

Shh.

Shh.

Look carefully at your mother.

You'll have to recognize her.

I'll find you one day.

I promise you, my heart.

Be careful.

Don't worry.

Come on, it's time

for you to go.

I feel that something terrible

is coming ...

One day I'll find you, my son.

I received a message

from my friend Niv Cohen

but I can't help you

because at the time,

I taught

History of Mathematics

in Paris.

Specifically, the period

where Euler had

succeeded

to give the first

formal mathematical resolution

to the problem of the seven bridges

of Konigsberg, yes.

Diderot defied the Court

saying:

"Gentlemen ..."

I-ft plus

Equals zero.

So, God exists!"

Niv, Niv, Niv ...

Hello! Do you speak French?

- Yes, of course!

- Can I help you?

Uh, yes, I am looking for someone

who would have known this woman.

She studied here maybe

35 years ago.

Are you kidding me?

I wasn't even born.

Well, you're in the wrong

place...

I'm not kidding.

I'm sure you know someone

who can help me.

I have come from far away.

Please. Her name is Nawal Marwan.

You are very kind.

I'm not nice, I want

to get rid of you.

Najat, that's me.

You have time to waste?

That tells me something.

She may have worked in the

campus newspaper.

It's been a long time.

People who leave usually

change identities.

It is striking nonetheless.

Your mother was photographed

in Kfar Ryat.

Look here.

This is a sign of Kfar Ryat.

It is a prison in the south.

You do not know Kfar Ryat?

- No.

You're definitely not from

here.

You don't know the South.

If the international community

does not intervene now

The refugees in overcrowded

camps at the border ...will be

massacred.

She has arrived.

OK.

We, the students, are oppose

against the Nationalist Party

that are trying to evict the refugees

across the borders.

The National Party supports

militias of the Christian right,

who make open threats against

the refugees.

In the South, the refugees

are now armed.

And have the support

of much of the country's Muslim

population.

But you ...you're a Christian.

We are for peace.

Religion has nothing

to do with it.

Nawal!

Put the radio!

They've come to close

the University!

The Nationalists have

closed the campus!

Nawal, come back.

Stay here.

Uncle Charbel, the Nationalists

are closing the campus!

There will be clashes.

Stay with me.

There is sh**ting outside ...

To the table, girls!

Mom, they're attacking

the university!

It's not a reason not to eat!

Aioua?

Christian villages were attacked

in the South this morning.

May God protect us!

That's why they closed

the university.

In short time, it will

explode here as well.

We'll go to the mountain

until it calms down.

For how long?

We start tomorrow.

The rest of the family

is already there.

And the school?

Anyway, the school will close.

Only God knows how long.

And Le Journal?

Don't be afraid.

Le Journal can survive without

us for a while.

But ideas only survive if someone

is there to defend them!

Exactly, Rafqa.

Exactly.

There are only two orphanages

in the region.

I will join you soon.

You will not go there now!

You had promised Grandma you

would finish your studies.

You heard your father.

It's going to explode across the country

if they attack the camps.

The studies are finished.

I think of him every day.

That's my child.

I want to find him alive.

I'm going to fetch

water from Shadia.

Hurry, Nawal.

- Your name?

- Nawal.

- Nawal what?

- Nawal Marwan.

Where are you going?

South.

What for?

To meet my husband.

Wahab.

You have only daughters?

The older boys are in Kfar

Kout.

You should go with us.

Kfar Kout was attacked

yesterday.

Looking for the orphanage.

You know where is it?

There.

The children?

Where are the children?

You should speak with those

who were there.

The muslim villagers fled

to the camp Deressa.

They fear reprisals will come.

The children may be with them.

Chamseddine and his men k*lled all the

Christians to avenge the refugees.

Perhaps the children are in Deressa.

Can you take me to the camp in Deressa?

I am a Christian.

My daughter! My daughter!

Mom!

Hi, Simon, it's me!

I am in Mama's village.

I wish you were here with me.

Listen.

Oh, I'm sorry, I do not understand.

I told you never to come here again!

Hello!

Souha?

Ahmed loves you!

Ahmed loves you!

I told you not to say that again!

Hello.

Can I help you?

Hello.

Does anyone speak French

or English?

Where's Sami?

Marhaba!

Marhaba!

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

(Arabic)

Uh, Jeanne.

Jeanne.

Jeanne.

Uh ...

Thank you.

- You speak French?

- Yes, hello!

Hello.

My name is Samia.

I am Jeanne Marwan.

Thank you for helping me.

Marwan?

There are many Marwans here.

Really?

Well, I'm from Canada.

I'm looking for Souha.

She is Souha.

She is my great-grandmother.

- Oh! Marhaba!

- Marhaba.

The people in the corner shop

told me to come see you.

I am looking for my father.

His name is Wahab.

Uh ...My mother's name

is Nawal Marwan.

She was born here.

We do not know her.

Of course you know her.

The Marwan family was struck with

shame.

When the w*r came.

Uh, I'm looking for Wahab.

She does not know Wahab.

I can not help you.

Sorry, I'm tired.

If you're Nawal Marwan daughter,

you're not welcome here.

Go home.

She is looking for her father,

but she doesn't know

who is her mother.

I arrived at the end of the m*ssacre

in the Deressa refugee camp.

Everything was burning.

I looked for my son amid

waves of blood.

I was disheartened by what I saw

and heard.

You claim to be against

our enemy.

That does not make you our friend.

Chamseddine. why would

he trust you?

My son's father was

a refugee from Deressa.

My son has been swallowed

by the w*r.

I have nothing to lose.

My hatred is great toward

the Nationalists.

This is not what you wrote

in Charbel's journal.

My uncle Charbel thought to encourage

peace with words and books.

I believed that.

Life has taught me

something else.

What are you going to do now?

Teach the enemy what

life has taught me.

That's goog. That's good.

You've just forgotten it. Let's go.

So in French?

I ... I am much better, Dad.

They say "a lot" or "best"

but never both at the same

time, my darling.

I want my son to learn to speak

several languages.

I want him to understand others

without an intermediary.

How are you, Nawal?

It's Nouchine.

Good evening, Nouchine.

How's your mother?

My mother is very well.

10:00 o'clock tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Marhaba.

Hello, beautiful.

Good morning.

Then you will be going out

with us on Thursday?

No.

Friday?

No.

Saturday?

No.

We are patient!

Me too.

Never forget:

"Always" is "always".

f*cking b*tch.

The prison at Kfar

Ryat was comdemmed in

several reports by Amnesty

International.

Here is the women's section.

The cells are larger.

Some prisoners remained

there up to 15 years.

- It has existed since when?

- At the time of the massacres.

Just after the w*r began.

They have 600 political

prisoners jailed.

You can come in, eh?

I'll take a picture.

You know this woman?

No.

She was imprisoned here.

I don't know her.

It was a really long time

ago, you know? I...

Maybe you know someone

who worked here.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm looking for Harrsa Fahim.

I am the school janitor.

Yes, but before, what were you?

Before, hum!

That was before I became the

school janitor.

It's been a long time since I'm

caretaker of the school.

You know this woman?

She was in Kfar Ryat.

I am a school janitor.

Bess! That's all.

I am looking for someone

who knew her.

Someone who could

tell me about her.

This is my mother.

This is the woman who sings.

Number 72.

It was she who m*rder*d the

militia leader

of the christian right.

They made her pay dearly.

Very, very dearly.

Fifteen years.

They used to call her the

woman who sings

because she sang all the time.

Han, you are sure it's her?

I spent 13 years as a watchman.

Have you ever spent 13 years

overseeing someone?

They did everything

to make her break.

In the end, she was

still standing,

She looked ...

Ah! Never seen anything like it.

She never broke.

It was exasperating.

And then they sent Abu Tarek.

Who's that?

Abu Tarek...

You know, sometimes it's better

not to know everything.

Sir, I live with it anyway.

Continue.

Abu Tarek...

Abu Tarek was a investigation

specialist.

He r*ped her repeatedly

to break her before being

released.

To stop her from singing.

Eventually she became pregnant.

It was like that.

I'll never forget it.

Number 72 pregnant by Abu Tarek.

They waited ...

for her to give birth in prison

then they let her go.

The child?

Did you see the child?

There was a doctor who came

sometimes.

I think he's crazy.

Others say he has a restaurant

in Tel Aviv ...

That's bullshit.

He went mad and died.

His nurse, I know her.

She lives in Daresh.

In Daresh?

Listen, Simon, I'm calling you!

I'm calling you, no, shut up, OK?

Shut your mouth!

Mom, she was in prison.

Simon, mom, she ...

Mom, she was r*ped.

Our brother, she had him in prison.

I need you here.

THE WOMAN THAT SINGS

This, Simon, are notary Amyott

contracts

from 1868 to 1892.

His son took over, Édouard,

until 1925.

All the contracts are hand-written.

My grandfather, Charles,

my father, Henry.

And me.

Yeah, well, it stops there

because as you know,

I am the last of the Lebel.

I'll show you the

will of a man ...

... which took several lives.

His heirs have discovered

he had three wives, all

at the same time.

One here, one in Miami,

and another in Honduras,

where he did business.

No, no ...he not longer has

three children in the file there, no

There are eight.

That is sport, my man.

Look. Hum!

Death is never the

end of a story.

There are still traces.

If you want to find

your brother,

you'll have to go back into

your mother's past.

Jean, I'm going to fetch my

sister, that's all.

I'll take care of that.

Two, three small matters

to take care,

then it will take no time.

Well, get your business ready

we should go in ...

My passport ...

"We"? Don't you worry that

you already done enough already

Exactly, this is not the

time to let you down.

Make a man out of you, Simon.

I know that you need me.

We'll get it, then come back.

I promise.

Then, promise, Mr. Marwan,

a notary is on the order

of the sacred.

Sing now.

Gently, gently.

He is coming out.

We can see the head.

Push, push.

Go, girl.

The first came out.

Rest now ...

I'm proud of you.

Get ready for the second.

Stop.

Stop.

What are you doing?

You are going to dump them in the

river as usual.

- It's dangerous.

- No.

You've done your duty.

Throw them in the river.

I want to take care of them.

These are the children of

the woman who sings.

Oh, this country is a w*r

zone after another, eh!

It's not complicated.

If the notary had existed

at the time of Noah,

we would not be here.

We need only to find the

original contracts.

That's up to you, that's up to you.

And a right of passage there.

And we talk more about it.

Everyone would be happy.

Notaries have existed

only in the last 1,000 years, Simon.

That's the problem.

I should have been here from

the beginning.

Thank you again for your

help, Me Maddad.

The pleasure is all

mine, my dear fellow.

I have the result

that you have requested

via email.

Simon my file on

the seat beside you.

Could you give it to

Lebel, please?

You are very nice, but the

delay and everything ...

I think I'll wait until later.

But I'll summarize.

For the father, it is

rather difficult

because I can not find

the death certificate.

For the brother ...

Excuse me, but what

are we talking about here?

I asked for help, Simon.

Me Maddad kindly gave us a hand

to speed things up.

I told you, Jean,

we came for Jeanne.

Your sister is the one person

in your family

easiest to find.

I'm so glad you're here.

Me too.

OK, that's the nurse's name.

which helped your mother give birth

in prison.

We can go today.

Jeanne, that's enough.

No, you shut up, then follow me.

It's your job to find our

brother, not mine!

Then, if you don't do it for

her or for you,

the, do it for me!

She is at the American hospital.

I'm glad you're here, Jean.

Me too, my owl, me too.

If she is sleeping, you must return

later.

Ms. Maika?

Lebel, Jeanne Marwan,

Simon Marwan.

Bonjour, Madame!

Thank you for having us.

We seek someone you know.

Nawal Marwan, do you know her?

You worked in the Kfar Ryat prison

as a nurse?

She says she knows your mom.

You helped our mother

give birth in prison?

Yes.

Madame, the child we seek is Nawal

Marwan's son that was born in prison.

Can you help us?

She worked in the prison

of Kfar Ryat.

She assisted her

during childbirth.

She gathered the children.

Then she gave them back

to the woman who sings

when she got out of prison.

Nawal Marwan gave

birth to twins.

Hush, hush, hush.

Hush, hush, hush.

You really know the

woman who sings?

You don't know what

it means to me.

Nawal Marwan worked for me

as a secretary for 18 years.

My wife and I, we had

taken a liking

to her and her children.

But I confess that I

didn't really know her till the end.

- Ready?

- Ready.

Hmm ...

Me Maddadi has conducted an

investigation, at my request,

to track your brother

and your father.

For the father, Abu Tarek,

I still have not found

a death certificate.

The country has a lot

of certificates missing.

He could have gone abroad.

That's what happened with

this kind of characters.

They are dead or have disappeared.

You have to see.

Maybe it's better that way.

For the brother ...

your client, Ms. Nawal Marwan,

comes from the village

of Der Om.

She gave the child to a midwife

who's named Elham

who herself returned it to

the orphanage in Kfar Kout

in May 1970.

The main task was to

trace the registry records.

Many documents have been

lost in the w*r.

But I found the records

which were recovered and donated

by the Sisters of Charity

to the National Archives.

In May 1970, the midwife at

Der Om, Elham

filed a petition for adoption

of a male child.

This is the only boy in the

orphanage filed in that month.

Look.

It was registered under

the name Nihad.

The dates match.

That's him.

Ha! It's your brother! Nihad.

Orphanage Kfar Kout,

Nihad May.

It's his name in the registry.

Nihad from the month of May.

They gave him a temporary name

with the month of arrival.

There was no adoption

during that period.

It was the beginning of the w*r.

The orphanage was destroyed

four years later.

We must ask those that destroyed

the orphanage in Kfar Kout

to know what happened

to the children.

Between you and me, with what

happened in the region ...

there is not much hope.

They are probably also dead.

I'm not saying they're dead.

I say we lost track of them.

They are both dead.

We open the envelopes,

that's it, then.

That I will not allow, Simon.

This kind of thing is sacred.

Luckily, I have a history.

Excuse me.

It is still worth exploring.

But it is a little radical.

The warlord

that demolished the orphanage

at that time is still alive.

And he may know what happened

to Nihad's children and where

they went.

It's already been an eternity.

You must understand

that during this period there were

a series of reprisals

which fit one another in

a sort of inexorable logic,

A warlord is exactly

the type of man who

has a long memory.

And he will remember, believe me.

Wallat Chamseddine,

is his name.

We can find him here?

If we don't find him, he

will find us.

But we can try something.

Would you like tea, Mr. Marwan?

It's your turn.

You will go

to the Deressa refugee camp.

You will come to tea

anywhere in the camp

with the person that invite you.

And you say you are the son

of the woman who sings

and are looking Nihad May.

You can not go there alone.

I'll find someone

to accompany you.

Welcome to Deressa.

Ha! Ha! You know where you

are going, Simon?

I know.

How are you?

In the name of God, you've grown!

I have finished my engineering studies.

I cannot find work, so I'm

a taxi driver now.

What brings you here?

I am with some foreign visitors, who

asked me to bring them here.

Welcome, come.

No, thank you, we're

in a hurry.

Please, come.

He is inviting us to tea.

Oh, good!

Uh, I wonder why you have

come to Deressa.

I am looking for someone

named Nihad de Mai.

He does not know Nihad de Mai.

He asks me what are your names.

My mother comes from the village

of Der de Om, in the South.

My mother is the woman who sings.

Yes, that's fine. Done.

Wait for what?

- Sarwan Marwan?

- Yes.

We are here to offer help.

You will be back in an hour.

Can I tell my sister?

No, you'll be back in

an hour, I promise.

I'll put on a shirt, just a second.

He will call.

He's going to go.

Ok! Do not worry, you can follow.

Ah, I told you: the South,

a spark and it exploded.

Oh, okay.

You have been luck with us,

we'll help in our own way.

You must leave the country.

It'll be easier.

We will find you a house and a job.

I want your life to be better.

We have many contacts

in America.

You gotta go with your children.

I know they are alive.

Take them with you.

The children will help

you, you'll see.

You cannot ask me.

Your children are our

children, Nawal.

Your family is our family.

Trust me.

I'll help you.

I'm here for you and

your children.

Hello, Sarwan.

Excuse my introduction, but

it is for your protection.

They call me Wallat Chamseddine.

Tell me, what can I do to

help, Sarwan Marwan?

You knew my mother.

They say she worked for me.

What can I do to help?

I am looking for a

man named Nihad de Mai.

Why you are looking for Nihad de Mai?

He's my brother.

My mother asked me to find him.

And how can you prove that

Nihad de Mai is the son

of Nawal Marwan?

My brother was

placed for adoption

at the Kfar Kout orphanage.

We found the registry with

the original file.

The dates ... Everything fits.

Nihad de Mai is my brother.

Me and my friends, we attacked

the christian village at Kfar Kout ...

In response to attacks

that our brothers, the refugees,

were victims of.

There was an orphanage

in Kfar Kout.

I saved the children.

I took them with us.

And Nihad was among them.

We have trained and prepared

them so that they can fight

alongside us.

Nihad, he had a gift.

He was at unique.

And soon it became a

formidable fencer.

But he wanted to

find her mother.

He sought her for a long time.

Nihad, I do not know what

he saw or heard.

He started ...

a crazy w*r.

He came to see me, he

wanted to be a martyr

so that his mother should see

his picture everywhere

on the walls around the country.

But I refused.

He went back to Daresh.

He became a maverick,

one of the most dangerous in the region.

A real machine.

He pulls on everyone.

And then there was the

enemy invasion.

And one morning ...

They captured Nihad.

He k*lled seven gunmen.

They did not k*lled them.

They captured him

and sent him to the prison

in Kfar Ryat.

He has been in prison?

Yes.

He is the executioner.

He worked with my father?

- No, he did not work

with Abu Tarek, your father.

- Are you okay?

One plus one ...

that makes two.

What?

One plus one makes two.

You can not make one.

Hey, you have a fever.

Jeanne?

One plus one, does it make one?

Are there are empty seats, no.

Oh, move ahead if you want.

Can I help you, ma'am?

Excuse me.

By becoming a hangman

your brother has changed

its name.

He became Abu Tarek.

Nihad de Mai is Abu Tarek.

We know that he now lives in Canada

under a new identity.

Nihad Harmanni.

Mr. Harmanni?

Yes?

This is for you.

My hand is shaking while

I am writing this.

I recognized you.

But you didn't.

It's a wonderful miracle.

I'm your number 72.

This letter will be delivered

by our children.

You will not recognize them

because they are beautiful,

but they know who you are.

Through them, I want to tell you

you're still alive.

But soon, you'll be quiet.

I know.

Because silence is

all to the truth.

Signed: The wh*re 72.

I speak to my son.

I am not talking to

the executioner.

Whatever happens, I will

always love you.

That's the promise I made you

at birth, my son.

Whatever happens, I will

always love you.

I've searched my whole life.

I found you.

You, you could not recognize me.

You have your tattoo

on the right heel.

I've seen it.

I recognized you.

And I found you beautiful.

I'll remember you with all the

sweetness of the world, my love.

Console yourself because nothing

is more beautiful

than being together.

You were born of love.

Your brother and your sister

were also born of love.

Nothing is more beautiful

than to be together.

Your mother, Nawal Marwan.

Prisoner number 72.

"When these envelopes

have been handed

"to the addressee,

"You will be given a letter."

"The silence will be broken,

"a promise kept,

"A stone may then be placed

on my grave,

and my name engraved on

the stone facing the sun."

My love ...

Where did your story begin?

When you were born?

Then she starts in horror.

At the birth of your father?

Then she begins a

great love story.

I say that your story

begins with a promise

that will break

the thread of anger.

Thanks to you, today I finally

managed to do it.

The thread is broken.

And I can finally take

the time to rock you in my arms...

and softly sing you a lullaby

to comfort you.

Nothing is more beautiful

than to be together.

I love you.

Your mother, Nawal.