Original subtitles

[rattling]

[thrilling music]

[thrilling orchestral music]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[thudding]

[horse neighing]

[hooves beating the ground] [armour clanking]

[dramatic instrumental music]

[panting]

- Hm!

[metal clanking]

[dramatic music]

[screaming]

[horses neighing]

[man screaming]

Ha!

Whoa!

[dramatic music]

[sobbing]

[people murmuring]

[rumbling]

[screaming]

[thudding]

[groaning]

-Huh!

[girl giggling]

[Bilal grunts]

[girl giggling]

[shushes]

Hm.

[gasps]

[grunts]

[soft instrumental music]

Ghufaira.

[giggling]

[gasps]

[whines]

[grunting]

[Bilal laughs]

[groaning]

- [Hamama] Uh-uh.

Mm.

Mm.

[dramatic music]

- Yeah.

[dramatic music]

[Bilal groans]

[dramatic music swells]

[distant rumbling]

- Oh!

[hooves beating the ground] [horses neighing]

[thunder rumbling] [ominous music]

Oh.

[hooves beating the ground]

[Ghufaira gasps]

[thunder rumbling]

- [Bilal] Mother, who are they?

[dramatic music]

[horses neighing]

[groaning]

Mother!

- [Hamama] Keep your sister safe, Bilal.

[panting]

[Hamama screams]

[whooshing]

- No!

[dramatic music]

[Ghufaira sobs]

[dramatic music]

[gasping]

[chimes ringing]

- Bilal, are you all right?

- I am fine.

- [Ghufaira] Was it that dream again?

Here.

I was saving this for you.

- There's a piece of it missing.

[clearing throat]

- Well?

I'm waiting.

- Oh!

[chuckles]

Why thank you my wonderful, amazing sister.

- You are very welcome, my loving brother.

That is more like it.

- What can one Dirham buy?

- Well, to start, a blessing from one of the gods.

Maybe one of them will bring you something

to stop your nightmares.

- Where were these gods when mother needed them?

I will buy you something sweet to eat instead.

[banging on door] [Ghufaira gasps]

- [Elite Soldier] Ghufaira, fetch water for the master!

Move it!

- I will get it.

[people murmuring] [dramatic music]

[horse neighing] [children laughing]

[dramatic music]

[horse neighing]

[people murmuring] [dramatic music]

[people murmuring]

[clanging]

[people murmuring]

- Idols for sale!

Idols for sale!

They come in all colors and shapes!

They make your wishes come true.

Idols for fame.

Idols for strength.

Idols for fertility.

Idols for beauty.

I can see that you definitely don't need an idol

for beauty, the idol needs you...

[laughing]

- Thank you.

- But for fertility?!

You want to bear a son, don't you?

With this, you can bear triplets!

[laughs]

[camel grunts]

[dramatic music]

[groaning]

- [Man] Watch where you are going, boy!

[people murmuring]

[dramatic music]

[people murmuring]

[whooshing]

- [Priest] The idols see all.

The idols know all.

[people murmuring] [coins clinking]

Stray not into the desert sands,

lest the harsh flames of wrath consume you.

Come!

Enter!

Prove your faith with wealth and gifts.

Appease the idols' anger.

Or else.

[rumbling]

Come, boy!

Come!

You wish to be free of your nightmares, don't you?

Take that coin from your pocket.

[dramatic music]

No offering too small.

No wish too big.

You can have whatever you desire.

[wind howling]

[children laughing]

[people murmuring]

The idols see all.

[light upbeat music] [chicken clucking]

[boy mumbling] [chicken clucking]

[boy panting]

[whooshing]

[chicken clucking]

- You missed!

- On purpose.

My arrows need worthy targets.

I wouldn't waste them on a chicken.

But a deer...

[boy panting]

- [Boy] Where would we find a deer?

[boy groans]

- Hm.

- What?!

Safwan, what are you doing?!

[boy laughs]

Safwan.

- There's a deer.

A black one.

[boy laughs]

- Oh.

[boy laughs]

- Over here, slave!

I said, come here.

Stop, slave!

I command you.

[Ghufaira whimpers]

- The deer thinks it's a lion.

- Yeah.

You better watch out.

[grunts]

- [Safwan] You better watch out!

- I was just kidding.

- Shut up!

Now get her.

[boys laughing]

[Ghufaira screams]

- [Ghufaira] Let go of me.

[sobs]

- [Boy] Don't move.

- Don't.

Please don't!

[dramatic music]

- [Bilal] No!

[whooshing]

[screaming]

[boys laughing]

- [Boy] Safwan, looks like you got your deer.

In his tail.

[boys laughing]

- You will not harm her!

- How dare you give me an order?!

Teach this rat a lesson.

[boys laugh]

[repetitive thudding] [groaning]

[dramatic music]

[screaming]

[boys laugh]

[dramatic music]

[bow creaking]

[Safwan groans]

- Please, forgive him, master Safwan.

[dog barking]

- Hey, what are you boys doing?!

Oh, I didn't know it was you, young master Safwan.

Apologies.

Are these slaves bothering you?

I'll thrash them if they are!

- [Boy] Come on, let's go.

- Tell your father I'll deliver his order today.

[Ghufaira sobs]

- Ghufaira...

Did they hurt you?

I should've been here to protect you.

I will never let anyone hurt you ever again.

[Ghufaira sobs] [dramatic music]

[wind howling]

- [Slave Merchant] Step forward!

Be generous!

Make your offer and this prize specimen shall be yours.

Do I here a second or not?

Third? - [Man] 50.

- [Slave Merchant] Sold!

Sold!

Get this slave out of here.

Hurry up, next one!

[people groaning]

- This is the finest slave in my possession.

He's clever, he reads and writes.

He speaks 20 languages!

20 I say!

[laughs]

He even speaks to animals.

Oh, Great Umayya, you can't ask for a better servant

on your trading missions.

Oh, no!

Ah!

That one is not quite as clever,

but he is as strong as an ox.

- I'll take him.

- You will?

I mean, excellent choice.

[laughs]

He is a bit expensive but I know the gods have been generous

to you, my dearest Umayya!

[laughs]

- Okba, one of these days I'm going to dip your tongue

in a bowl of dry sand.

Have him delivered.

[dramatic music]

- Oh!

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Ah!

[mumbles] [coins clanking]

Gracious!

Magnificent!

[laughs]

Hey.

- Your honor, I have the idols you ordered.

Should I bring them to your home

or to the shop in the market?

- What do you think?

The market, you idiot.

And the next time you are late, I won't pay.

- 1,000 pardons.

It won't happen again.

I was delayed.

I had to come to the aid of your son, Safwan.

- Mm?

What about Safwan?

- [Merchant] He was being assaulted by a slave boy.

- Which slave?

- They called him Bilal.

He had your son on the ground.

But I pulled him off, saved him from a thrashing.

- Enough!

Take these idols to my stall at once or forget the deal.

- Yes, sir, of course.

Right away.

- Bilal!

Pick it up.

I said, pick it up.

[dramatic music]

[grunts]

[thudding]

Whose apple is this?

Whose is it?

- Yours, sir.

Yours.

- And what is the difference between you and this apple?

- No difference, sir.

- Don't you forget it again.

Take him out to the courtyard and whip him.

[gasping]

- [Soldier] Move!

[door creaks]

- No matter what you do...

A master breeds a master and a slave breeds a slave.

[dramatic music]

Father, I hope you're going to teach him a lesson

he'll never...

- How could you let a slave beat you?

- Bilal's lying, Father!

The slave is lying!

He did not beat me!

[slapping]

- You made me look like a fool.

[Safwan sobs]

Stop it.

[sobbing]

Stop it, I say!

[whip cracking]

Listen.

[whip cracking]

He isn't crying.

You shouldn't be crying either.

I don't care what happened.

Don't ever let a slave embarrass me in public again.

[whip cracking] [dramatic music]

[whip cracking]

[crickets chirping]

[dog barking] [water pattering]

[groaning]

[dramatic music]

- [Bilal] Mother, what kind of man was my father?

- Your father was a great man.

What do you want to be when you grow up, Bilal?

- Mm...

- A farmer?

Or maybe a merchant that makes a lot of money?

- I want to be a great warrior!

[Hamama laughs]

- And that's what you will be.

A great warrior with a beautiful voice.

- And I want to ride on a big horse!

And I will fight enemies and protect you and Ghufaira!

- That's very honorable, Bilal, but remember,

a sword and a horse cannot make you a great man.

- They can't?

- No, being a great man means living without chains.

- Huh.

Chains?

- No...

The ones you can't see.

The ones... in here.

- Inside me?

- Mm-hm.

Being a warrior won't make you a great man

if you are chained to anger and vengeance.

Superstition and fear are chains, too.

And there are others.

To be a great man you have to break free of them all.

- But how do I do that?

I can't see inside me.

- I can.

And I see the heart of a great man, Bilal.

You'll find the way.

Guidance will come.

You'll see.

No chains will hold to you.

No chains.

[dramatic music]

- You were wrong, Mother.

I am a slave, and I will always be in chains.

[dramatic music]

[gasping]

- Why did they have to whip you?

You didn't do anything.

- It doesn't matter.

Master Umayya can do whatever he wants with us.

- Bilal...

[dramatic music]

Look at what I found.

I know you didn't mean to lose this.

You can still use it to make an offering.

I heard the priest say big blessings can come

from small gifts.

- I don't need it.

I'm never going to hope for anything again.

I am a slave and no god in the market has the power

to change that!

- All right, I'll keep it.

And I won't spend it either.

It's yours.

I'll keep it safe for you until you ask for it back.

[bird cawing]

[birds chirping]

[sheep bleating] [cows mooing]

[horse neighing]

[dramatic music]

[horse neighing]

[horse grunts]

[horse neighs]

[shushing]

[horse neighing]

[groaning] [thudding]

[playful music]

[horse neighing]

[groaning] [thudding]

[horse neighing]

- Very funny.

Ya!

[thudding]

[chicken clucking]

[horse neighing]

[dramatic music]

[snaps fingers]

Okay.

[horse neighing]

[gasping] [neighing]

[hooves beating the ground] [panting]

[dramatic music] [hooves beating the sand]

[horse neighing] - Whoa!

[dramatic music]

Ya!

[dramatic music] [hooves beating the sand]

[dramatic music]

[horse neighing]

[screaming] [thudding]

[groaning]

[laughing]

- The way you fly off that horse

amazes me every single time.

It never gets old.

- It's only been twice...

[thudding]

[laughing]

Today.

- Hm.

I, on the other hand...

[whooshing]

Never miss.

- You just love to show off, don't you, Saad?

Besides, you have all the time and money to practice.

- You need more than money to be the best at what you do.

You need a great deal of determination.

- Ha, right.

So your determination is to hunt fruit?

I have to get back.

Believe me, you do not want to upset master Umayya.

- Tell me something, Bilal,

why don't you just start riding and keep on going?

Cross those dunes to wherever they may lead.

- And find my palace?

More likely I'd find it, only to end up working in it.

See you later apple hunter.

[people murmuring]

- Huh.

[people murmuring]

Hm.

Here.

For your troubles.

Until next time, my friend.

[dramatic music]

- [Boy] Please, just a little bit of coins.

[rumbling]

Please, a little food.

Some coins, please.

Please, some coins. - Out of the way, child!

- [Boy] Please, I have no food.

[people murmuring]

[groans]

[dramatic music]

[groaning]

- No.

[boy groans]

You do not want to do that.

[dramatic music]

- But I'm so hungry.

- Here.

Take this.

- [Boy] You're so kind.

[people murmuring]

[hums]

- [Man] You would rather pay from your own pocket

than to see this god lose its wealth?

- I wanted to spare the boy a beating.

- Ah, then you care more for a beggar boy than an idol?

Don't you believe the promises of the priests?

- [Bilal] My apologies, sir.

I'm just a slave and know no better.

- Don't you?

Or do you?

- You're no priest.

You're...

The lord of merchants...

Al Siddiq.

- Indeed, are you kneeling

because you thought I was a priest?

Or was it my question that frightened you?

Get up, son, do not be afraid.

- [Bilal] No, sir, I am not frightened.

- You seem amused.

- Your honor, what do you know about fear?

- I have seen enough of it in the eyes of the people.

Enough to understand what makes slaves of the many.

A woman is afraid she will bear a girl.

She pays an offering and begs the Idols to fix it.

A rich man fears poverty.

He shares little of his money with the gods,

and promises more if they help him stay wealthy.

An old man fears death, so he pays a priest for deliverance.

[man groaning]

This fear compels them to seek refuge in these Gods.

Gods of greed, of injustice.

With hope that all of their problems will go away.

Surely, this sacred structure was not built

to house all of this corruption.

It was built so that all mankind could stand together

as equals and follow the one creator.

- Except for slaves.

- [Lord of Merchants] Son, no one is born a slave.

You were free once, were you not?

- I was...

Once, a long time ago.

Devils raided my village; destroyed my home.

They took me and Ghufaira, my sister.

- What about your...

- She still talks to me.

Sir, all this talk of equality is wishful thinking.

It holds no meaning to me.

So save your speech for a man

who can afford this thing you are selling.

- Young man, life is more generous than you may think.

I am not here to sell anything.

- It may be, sir, but not for slaves.

My master is expecting these.

I must return.

- [Lord of Merchants] Whom do you serve?

- Master Umayya, the greatest man in the city.

- And what is your name, son?

- Bilal.

- Bilal!

I saw greatness in the hand that saved that boy today.

And remember, great men are those

who have the will to choose their own destiny.

[dramatic music]

- [Soldier] Yalla!

Hurry up!

[horse neighing]

Hurry up!

[whip cracking] [slaves groaning]

[dramatic music]

[whip cracking]

[thudding]

[dramatic music]

[screaming]

[thudding]

- Good job, sir.

Sir?

- [Bilal] Master Safwan!

Master Safwan!

Master Safwan.

Your father summons you.

[groaning]

- How many times do I have to remind you?

Kneel when you come before me, slave.

Kneel.

[dramatic music]

Hm.

Few are born to rule.

Others to serve.

[dramatic music]

- [Soheib] You do not look good on your knees, brother.

Get up, my friend, you need to see what I got

for the feast tonight!

You will love it!

[dramatic music]

- Where is he?

[door clanks]

You're late.

- [chuckles] You remember my sister, Ghufaira.

- My lady, I am Soheib.

First rate slave and blacksmith extraordinaire.

- Yes, a funny man.

- Where were you?

It's almost time for the feast.

They will whip you if you are late.

- Nowhere.

The Master told me to fetch Safwan.

- Did he harm you?

- I would have turned this Safwan into a sack of potatoes

if I had only gotten there sooner.

That princess...

He and that little goon who follows him.

You must remain strong, Bilal.

They are only as strong as the fear they put inside of us.

We must never give in.

- All right, back to work.

- [Soheib] Behold!

Special delivery!

To your master, from my master.

[gasping]

- That's very shiny.

- Nice work, Soheib.

[laughs]

- Yes, it's my finest one yet.

[people murmuring]

- [Man] This Al Siddiq I cannot believe.

This man goes about the city speaking against the gods.

Everyday.

Everyday.

How many following, I do not know.

- You leave too much exposed.

You rely too much on luck.

- Luck favors the bold.

- Perhaps, but are you willing to risk it in the real world?

- You ask as if you don't know me.

- I ask because I see a threat looming.

- [Umayya] You are truly obsessed with this nonsense.

- This nonsense can strike you where you stand, Umayya!

Let's make an example out of them,

a reminder to those who dare stand against us!

After all, we have a business to take care of.

- Abu Al-Hakam, as always you have managed

to ruin my evening with your concerns.

Bilal, come, sing for us!

Let's lighten the mood.

- Ah, yes, I have heard my slaves speaking

of this one's voice.

Let's hear it!

[laughing]

♪ Distant shadows

♪ Mountains and trees

♪ Here I stand

♪ As she shelters me

♪ Distant shadows

♪ As dark as night

♪ The sky cries to us all

♪ As it sends down its tears

♪ Here I stand

♪ As she shelters me

♪ Distant shadows

♪ Mother please hide

♪ They draw so near

♪ All these shadows

♪ Why are they so close?

♪ As the sky sends down

♪ Its tears

[man laughing] [applauding]

[people murmuring]

- [Man] He cries.

[laughing]

What happened to your mother, slave?!

Sing one more song for us!

[eagle crying]

[dramatic music]

[hooves beating the ground] [dramatic music]

[eagle crying] [horse neighing]

[horse neighing]

[dramatic music]

[eagle crying]

[horse neighing]

[people murmuring]

- Blasphemy!

Blasphemy.

[dramatic music]

Sinners...

[whip cracking]

Blasphemers...

- [Soldier] What are you looking at?!

Eyes down, slave!

- You quench your thirst from the waters

that our gods have provided you.

Yet what do you offer in return, huh?

Nothing!

[rumbling]

Today you repent your sins to me, traitors!

[whip cracking]

[woman screams]

[thudding]

[woman screaming]

[whip cracking]

[groaning]

- No!

Soheib!

[groaning]

Let him go!

Coward!

[groaning]

No!

- [Guard] Get this one!

Whip him!

[horse neighing]

[whip cracking]

[horse neighing]

[hooves beating the ground]

[whooshing]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[thudding]

[horse neighing]

[thudding]

[groaning]

[horse grunts]

[neighing] [repetitive thudding]

[dramatic music]

- [Man] Look it's him!

- [Woman] It's the lion.

- [Man] It is Hamza.

- [Man] Look out, it's the lion!

[thudding] [groaning]

- Hamza, you've arrived just in time.

Look at these dogs.

These sinners!

They must be disciplined and so does...

[slapping] [groaning]

- And so does who, coward?

You call yourselves men?

You're a disgrace to Makkah and to your forefathers!

Since when were these waters not free for all?

And know this: I only see God through the actions of men.

[dramatic music]

Your savagery today uncovered the true color of your belief.

So, fight me!

Or get out of my sight!

- Hamza.

- [Woman] Bless you!

Thank you!

- You arrived just in time, old friend.

- Al Siddiq, it has been too long.

- Come.

We have much to talk about.

- [Man] Come on, Bilal, help me get him up.

- [Hamza] My people, take as much as you need

from the Zamzam well.

No soldier will stop you.

[dramatic music]

[dog barking]

- Oh.

- Do you believe change will come, even for us?

- Maybe.

Mother believed so.

Why are you asking?

Bilal?

- This morning...

I went to see him again.

[wind howling]

[dramatic music]

- And who could this be?

There are no young thieves to save out here.

- Sir, what did you mean before, that we choose?

Are you offering to buy me?

[laughs]

- Would you like me to?

- Well, you seem like a better master

than the one I serve now.

- Believe it or not, Bilal, your master is a slave himself.

- Hm.

Really?

And who is his master?

[laughs]

- Greed.

The worst of them all.

- [Bilal] Are you saying that no one is ever free?

- I am not.

- Then how will I ever be free?

- Only you can enslave yourself, Bilal.

- I...

I apologize.

I just...

I have never been treated with such kindness

before and I still...

I don't understand

Why a noble like you would want to help someone like me?

Is there something you expect me to do in return?

- You see, Bilal, this man once guided me

when I was truly lost.

A great and noble man who spreads the message of equality.

I have chosen to do the same, so here we stand.

And who knows, Bilal, perhaps one day you

will inspire the hearts of many as well.

- Me?

How can I do that?

- Come.

Sit.

You sought me out to talk to me, didn't you?

Let's talk.

[dramatic music]

- So...

Our mother was right.

- Yes...

She was.

- [Ghufaira] It always seemed that way.

She was always so very wise.

[people murmuring]

- A toast to my son Safwan.

He had the business sense to make a killing

on those little idols.

[people murmuring]

Now he can afford to host his first feast.

- [All] Yeah.

To his health!

Yeah!

[people murmuring]

- Are you still sulking because you passed up a good deal?

I told you these portable idols would sell.

- It may be the last money any of us ever make.

- What are you talking about?

There's a fortune in these little idols.

You should have heard the priests hawking them today

in the market.

- You were not there later.

There was a dispute and the people listened.

- A dispute?

Who created this dispute?

- Wolves, from the new movement.

Their reputation is spreading like wildfire across the city.

- Oh, not this business again.

If you tell me there's an army coming, I'll worry.

- What about their talk of freedom?

Do you worry about that?

- What are you talking about?

- They say we are preying on the people's desperation.

They say that a real god would never ask

for a man's fortune.

What happens to our business if this message takes hold?!

- And how long do you think the other merchants

will tolerate such a message?

They will soon be laughed out of town,

or someone will strike a deal with them.

You'll see.

- Hm.

- Look around.

There is only one god, and it is money.

That is the true faith of this city.

- Well, these days not all our merchants

are worshiping the idols.

- Where is that lazy one who used to sell idols in sacks?

- He joined the movement the other day.

- And what about the lord of merchants?

Where is he?

- Oh, joined them, too.

A long time ago.

- Hm.

- Al-Hakam is right.

People still buy my date idols,

but I think they're eating them for dessert.

[grunts]

[grunts]

- Are there any other traitors in my house?!

Well?!

Stand and reveal yourselves!

- Maybe you should ask your slave.

- What?

What are you talking about?

- Slave, why don't you tell my father

about your newfound friend?

- Impossible.

You must be mistaken.

There are no traitors in my household.

Right, Bilal?

Speak up.

Safwan has accused you of something.

What do you have to say for yourself?

I said, speak up, slave!

You have my permission to talk.

[people murmuring]

- We are all born equals.

We breathe the same air.

We bleed the same color.

And will die and be buried beneath the same ground.

[dramatic music]

I believe...

I am as free a man as you are.

- Free, equal?

I hate these words.

Umayya, this one woke up on the wrong side

of the ground today.

Free, equals, uh?!

Oh, everyone, look here, we are both equals!

[laughing]

- You once slapped my face

because I let this slave make a fool of you.

What are you going to do now, Father?

[people murmuring]

- Guards!

[dramatic music]

- [Hamama] Being a great man begins

with taking off your chains.

[people laughing]

- [Guard] Get up!

Quickly, slave, move it!

[groaning] [thudding]

Bind him!

Renounce your claim!

[thudding]

Renounce!

[thudding]

- [Umayya] Crush his spirit.

Let him rot inside the cage.

No water.

No food.

He'll come around.

- [Soheib] Bilal, hang in there.

I will bring help.

- [Hamama] I see the heart of a great man, Bilal.

- [Guard] Renounce your claim!

[repetitive thudding] [groaning]

No one is to touch this slave.

Umayya's orders!

Renounce your claim, slave!

- [Bilal] I will not!

[thudding]

[screaming]

- [Ghufaira] Bilal, are you all right?

- [Soheib] Remain strong, Bilal.

- [Safwan] A master breeds a master,

and a slave breeds a slave.

- [Young Bilal] A great warrior!

- [Lord of Merchants] All humanity is a single nation.

- [Ghufaira] Bilal, are you all right?

- [Lord of Merchants] For those who look outside,

only dream.

- [Hamama] Guidance will come, you'll see.

[rumbling]

[dramatic music]

- [Umayya] And what is the difference between you

and this apple?

- [Guard] Renounce, Renounce!

- [Safwan] Kneel when you come before me, slave.

- [Lord Of Merchants] And those who look within,

are awakened.

[screaming]

[thudding]

[horse neighing]

[groaning]

- [Bilal] Ya!

- [Lord of Merchants] And when you are awakened,

your story will race out of this desert across the world...

[dramatic music]

Where great men are tested.

[rumbling] [dramatic music]

[grunting]

[horse neighing]

Prepare yourself, Bilal.

- [Hamama] Being a great man means living without chains.

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

- Bilal, you awake?

Good.

You are braver than I thought.

I take credit for that.

It comes from watching me all these years, I'm sure.

It took guts to reveal yourself like that.

But sadly you still think like a slave.

I'll get you back on track with a little secret.

See, I never believed in these gods.

No, no, no, no, I'm not a fool.

The truth is we are both slaves, Bilal.

The difference between us is I worship

whatever empowers me.

You...

Worship something that will destroy you.

A free man would have sought out the profit

in this situation.

For example, a free man might offer to spy

on his master's enemies.

He might realize the advantage in that.

Do you understand what I'm saying, Bilal?

Get him some water.

Should I take off these chains?

What do you say, Bilal?

- My chains...

Are already off.

- That's funny, because I see them.

Or does your invisible god make other things invisible too?

- I'm talking about the chains in here.

- Stop talking in riddles!

Do you know how much trouble you're in?

I can have you killed right now.

- It doesn't matter what you do to me.

And there's nothing you can give me.

I am already free.

- And what about your sister?

Is she free, too?

So are you going to consider my proposition or not?

You wanted a horse?

I will give you two,

and I will provide both you and your sister a home.

- [Priest] Accept his offer.

[people murmuring]

- This is why you are a slave, while I am rich.

You don't recognize when you have been given an opportunity.

Too bad.

- [Bilal] Then kill me.

- I'm not going to kill you.

[crowd cheering]

Yet you might still die.

[dramatic music]

[groaning]

[people murmuring]

- [Guard] Your time has come.

[crowd cheering]

[dramatic music]

[clanking]

- Bilal, Bilal!

- [Priest] Tell me, slave, who are you calling to?

Is he stronger than I am?

Is he stronger than my gods?

For with their power, and mine, I can have you killed

or set free. - Release him!

- This is my god. - You can't do this!

- [Priest] Do you want it to come to your aid?

Accept and I will ask it to absolve you of your sins.

- I've already offered a fair price for him.

- Very fair.

- Then what is the reason for bringing him out here?

[Bilal groaning]

- [Woman] Crush him!

[dramatic music]

- If you injure him, then he is of no value to me,

and the deal is off.

- We'll see.

- [Priest] This slave has been charged

with the most heinous of crimes.

He stands against his masters.

For this offense, he will be punished.

[crowd cheering]

- Have mercy!

Please!

Please!

[groaning]

No!

You will kill him!

[groaning]

Just stop!

Stop!

[groaning]

[people murmuring]

Please, no!

- Feel that, slave? [groaning]

Give up, Bilal, you can end this.

[groaning]

Cry for forgiveness and accept us as your real masters.

And these as your true gods.

[groaning]

How many gods are there?

Can you count, slave?

[groaning]

- One.

Only one.

[groaning]

[dramatic music]

- [Priest] It can't be.

- You're a fool!

- I...

Am...

Free.

[groaning]

[screaming]

- Oh, no, Bilal!

Stop!

He will die!

- I will double the offer.

- I think you've lost your head for business.

Sold!

Remove the stone.

[groaning]

[crowd cheering]

- [Soheib] Bilal!

- I would have given all I own for him.

- For a slave?

- No.

For a brother.

- Don't tell me that this new movement makes slaves

and nobles brothers.

[people laughing]

- [Okba] Can you believe this?

[laughing]

- It does.

- Easy.

Easy.

- [Ghufaira] Bilal, talk to me.

- His sister.

I'll pay the same for her.

- You are asking the wrong person.

I gave her to Safwan as a gift.

[groaning]

- I won't sell her.

Not even for your whole business.

Take her.

- [Ghufaira] No!

- [Lord of Merchants] What is the meaning of this?!

Unhand her! - Stop!

- [Ghufaira] Bilal!

- [Bilal] Ghufaira.

[groaning]

- [Ghufaira] No!

[soft instrumental music]

- [Bilal] I will forever be grateful

for you have saved my life.

- [Lord of Merchants] To save one life, my brother,

is like saving all humanity.

[thudding]

- So how does it feel to walk the streets of Makka

as a free man?

[sighing]

- It feels good just to be walking.

[Saad chuckles]

Where's Soheib?

- [Saad] With Hamza and the Lord of Merchants.

They wait for us at the gate.

[thrilling music]

- [Lord of Merchants] Word of your defiance makes its way

through all of the city.

Umayya and his slave masters will come for you, Bilal.

We must leave.

- [Bilal] Where will we go?

- [Lord of Merchants] To a great city.

One that welcomes us with open arms.

[hissing]

[rattling]

[eagle crying]

[camel grunting]

[dramatic music]

- Attractive, isn't it?

Man crafted the blade to hunt

and provide food for his family.

These days men use it to break each other.

Its true purpose and value has been lost.

- Will you teach me how to fight?

- Why?

You think if you had wielded a weapon,

the outcome might have been in your favor?

Or do you seek to take what you desire with the sword?

Remember, I can only show you how to use it.

But you alone must decide where and when.

Violence does not always solve disputes.

Do not allow yourself to be lured

into a battle you can avoid.

[dramatic music]

[whooshing]

- When do we start?

- As soon as you put back the sword and pick up that stick.

[dramatic music]

[Hamza sighs]

[whooshing]

[dramatic music]

[repetitive thudding] [groaning]

[Hamza chuckles]

Saad!

All right.

Let's try some sparring.

- Show me what you've got, rookie!

- Ha!

After you, apple hunter.

[Saad chuckles]

[grunting]

- Turn, Bilal.

Duck.

Now parry.

As we practiced, Bilal, as we practiced.

[grunting] [dramatic music]

- Mm-hm.

- Ghufaira.

[dramatic music]

[gasps]

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

[moaning]

[panting]

[whooshing]

Ah!

[panting]

[clanging] [grunting]

- [Saad] Ha!

I beat you again.

Come.

Get up.

[grunts]

Let's spar when you cool down, Bilal.

- Never strike in anger.

We will free her, Bilal.

Do not lose hope.

[dramatic music]

He who conquers his anger is strong.

He who forgives when having the power to seek revenge,

will witness glory.

- I promise I will try harder.

- Promise me to train this.

True strength is in the mind, Bilal, not in the weapon.

And that is Hamza's secret.

One day you will discover your own secret.

[Arabic music]

[horse neighing]

[Arabic music]

- Ya!

[Arabic music] [people murmuring]

- [Boy] It's Bilal!

[children laughing]

- Ah!

Come with me!

We will take you to your home.

[children laughing]

- [Bilal] Wait, where are we going?

[children laughing]

Where are you taking me?

[children laughing]

[Hamama laughs]

[dramatic music]

[Ghufaira chuckles]

Mother, watch me build a home.

[groaning]

[people murmuring]

Watch us build a house where we can gather to spread hope,

hope to inspire the hearts of men...

[dramatic music]

- He asks that you call out to them, master Bilal.

[dramatic music]

- [Bilal] From here...

I will call them.

- Show me.

Show me how your voice will inspire.

How it will be raised to speak for justice and equality.

[dramatic music]

- [Abu Al-Hakam] What I feared is happening, Umayya.

They're growing in strength and numbers.

Are we to stand here and do nothing?!

- He is right, father.

When a slave defies his master, the world turns upside down.

- [Priest] Kill them.

Kill them all.

Kill them.

- We will begin here.

Tonight.

Assemble a great army to crush each and every place

that shelters them.

Let it start with our own households.

Root them all out, and kill them.

- [Priest] Kill them all.

- [Child] Watch the gate!

- Hamza is back with more refugees.

[hooves beating the ground]

[horse neighing]

[Bilal laughs]

[horse neighing]

- Magnificent horse.

It followed us on our way back.

Do you know him?

- I do.

We are old friends.

[horse neighs]

He was once owned by Umayya.

- Seems he has escaped his oppression as well.

Take good care of him.

[people murmuring]

- The persecution grows worse every day.

We have lost so much.

But we were lucky, we have escaped.

The ones who remain, I fear, may soon lose their lives.

- [Refugee] A message for you, from the son of Umayya.

[dramatic music]

- Oh.

Ghufaira.

- Where is Bilal?

- He's over there by that... [horse neighing]

- [Bilal] Ya!

- Ha!

[horse neighing]

[hooves beating the ground] [dramatic music]

[thudding] [groaning]

[dramatic music]

[rumbling]

[horses neighing]

[dramatic music]

[fire crackling]

[horse neighing]

- [Man] My child.

[baby crying]

- Where are the rest of you?

- We are the only ones left.

[dramatic music]

- Ya!

Ya!

[dramatic music] [hooves beating the ground]

[horse neighing]

Ghufaira!

Ghufaira!

- [Guard] Take them outside.

Follow me.

[dramatic music] [murmuring]

Slave!

Get him!

[hooves beating the ground]

[groaning]

[horse neighing]

[thudding] [groaning]

- You've made a grave mistake coming back here, boy.

- Get him up!

Where is your god now?

[groaning]

- Wait!

[chuckling]

[clinking]

[dramatic music]

Proceed.

[dramatic music]

- [Guard] Time to meet your god.

[whooshing]

[groaning]

[hooves beating the ground]

[horse neighing]

[clanging] [groaning]

- Come!

[dramatic music]

I'm not leaving without you.

Hurry.

[hooves beating the ground]

[clanging]

[dramatic music] [hooves beating the ground]

[thunder rumbling]

[eagle crying]

Ha.

[eagle crying]

I knew I would find you here.

I have no words that can make you feel better.

I can only ask that you keep your mind clear

and your heart true.

And rest assured, God will always be there for you, Bilal.

I have made this for you.

[dramatic music]

When you decide to use it,

remember not to allow the blade to dictate your choices.

[dramatic music]

- [Lord of Merchants] O Lord, all praise

and glory belong to you.

Upon you we rely, in both hardship and ease.

[dramatic music]

- These fools band together to overthrow us.

I will lead the attack at the front.

You must watch over the city.

They threaten our control, our power.

Do not disappoint me.

[dramatic music]

- Protect us from all evil.

For there is no might nor power except with you.

- [All] Amen.

[dramatic music]

[people murmuring]

[dramatic music]

- You must be joking.

[yawning]

Most unfortunate.

[dramatic music]

- [Soldier] Look at their strength.

They are too many!

- Stand strong, men!

Have faith.

- Send three of our best in.

First we destroy their morale,

then we finish them, one by one.

- Whatever happens, don't come for us, stand your ground.

[dramatic music]

[people murmuring]

[dramatic music]

- I'm going to enjoy this.

[laughing]

- [Okba] Take them down!

[grunting]

[clanging]

[groaning]

[cheering]

[giggling]

[Okba screams]

[dramatic music]

[groaning] [clanging]

[cheering]

[dramatic music]

[groaning] [clanging]

[dramatic music]

[screaming]

[clanging]

[cheering]

[dramatic music]

- Charge!

[horses neighing]

Slay them all!

[hooves beating the ground]

- Come on, Hamza, move!

[people murmuring]

[dramatic music]

- Archers!

- [Saad] Archers!

- [Bilal] No!

- Always trust the lion.

- Fire!

- Fire!

[dramatic music]

Fire!

[dramatic music]

[groaning]

[dramatic music]

[horses neighing]

[panting]

[dramatic music]

[hooves beating the ground]

[dramatic music]

[hooves beating the ground]

[dramatic music]

[horses neighing]

[dramatic music]

[cheering]

[screaming]

[dramatic music]

[groaning] [dramatic music]

[laughing]

- [Soldier] Yes!

[repetitive thudding] [groaning]

[screaming]

[clanging] [groaning]

- Where did that come from?

- I learned from the best.

[clanging] [groaning]

[screaming]

[clanging] [groaning]

- Ha!

[dramatic music]

[clanging] [groaning]

[screaming]

[dramatic music]

[clanging]

[groaning]

- Ha!

[horse neighing]

[clanging] [groaning]

Ya!

- [Soldier] He's too strong.

[clanging]

[horse neighing]

- [Umayya] Slave!

[grunts] [dramatic music]

Ya!

[dramatic music]

[thudding]

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

[hooves beating the ground] [screaming]

[screaming]

[groaning]

- [Bilal] We are brothers killing brothers.

Put an end to this.

Be the better man.

[Umayya chuckles]

- You're not my brother, boy.

Show me what you've got!

Is this how you treat your master?

Let this be the day I finally put you out of your misery.

- Not today, Umayya.

[dramatic music]

[screaming]

[clanging] [groaning]

- It's time for you to join your sister.

[groaning]

[clanging]

[thudding] [groaning]

[screaming]

[clanging] [groaning]

[dramatic music]

- [Man] The ruler of Makka has fallen!

- [Man] Umayya is no more!

[mumbling]

We must prepare for battle!

- [Man] Kill master Safwan!

- [Man] Yes, kill them all!

[dramatic music]

[sobs]

[dramatic music]

[children laughing]

- [Lord of Merchants] There will be victories.

Victories of the mind and of the soul.

Victories that break the chains which bind mankind.

- You did well, little brother.

[children murmuring]

- [Lord of Merchants] Victories that unite us as one.

[laughing]

[people cheering]

Yet this enemy will not surrender.

[dramatic music]

[panting]

[dramatic music]

It will plan.

It will linger in the darkness...

- [Priest] Kill them.

- [Lord of Merchants] Waiting for the opportunity

to strike for our heart.

[dramatic music]

There will be victories.

[bird cawing]

[man chanting mournfully]

And there will be losses that break our hearts.

[man chanting mournfully]

Hate not, my brothers.

For hate... is a terrible thing.

War awaits us.

May the light prevail.

[dramatic music]

[hooves beating the ground]

[wind gusting]

[birds chirping]

[clinking]

[sword being drawn]

[dramatic music]

- Is this how you express your faith, Bilal?

Be finished with this.

[thudding]

[groaning]

- Why?

Why did you kill her?

Answer me.

- Your answer is right outside the window.

[dramatic music]

[birds chirping]

[dramatic music] [birds chirping]

Your faith says a man is judged by his actions.

Then what truer way to measure a man

than through what he gives.

So there she is.

My single act of morality.

[dramatic music]

- Don't let it be your last.

[dramatic music]

Ghufaira.

[Ghufaira sobs]

- Bilal!

[sobbing]

[dramatic music]

[crowd roaring]

[dramatic music]

[rumbling]

- [Boy] Give way!

Give way!

He is about to call out to Makka!

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

- [Hamama] What do you want to be when you grow up, Bilal?

[dramatic music]

♪ Warrior by Akon plays