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DOTI IS A TYPE OF BLACK MAGIC, SIMILAR TO A CURSE,

USED TO HARM OR TAKE THE LIFE OF ANOTHER PERSON.

THE DOTI RITUAL IS PERFORMED USING CERTAIN MEDIA AND OBJECTS,

ACCOMPANIED BY THE RECITATION OF SPELLS OR INCANTATIONS.

DOTI IS ONE OF THE MOST CRUEL FORMS OF BLACK MAGIC.

THIS FILM IS INSPIRED BY TRUE STORIES OF PEOPLE

WHO HAVE EXPERIENCED STRANGE EVENTS CAUSED BY THE SENDING OF DOTI...

A VILLAGE IN SULAWESI YEAR 1999

Hot!

- Hot! - Hold on, hold on!

- Daeng! - Mom!

- Daeng! - Mom!

- It's hot! - Yes, just a moment!

Hold on!

- Hold on! - Mom!

- Yes, hold on! - What's wrong, Mom?

Tiara.

- Hold on, hold on! - Hot! Daeng!

- Tiara! - Hold on!

- Hot! - Mom!

- Hold on! - Mom!

- Mom... - Hot.

- Hold on, Daeng Sayu. - Mom...

- Hold on! - Hot!

Dad.

What’s wrong with Mom?

- Daeng, please help my wife. - It's hot! Daeng!

- Heal my wife, Daeng. - Tiara!

Mom is being treated. Be patient, okay?

Alright, don’t cry.

What’s wrong with my wife, Daeng?

What illness does she have?

Your wife has been afflicted by a sending Doti.

Doti?

Daeng Sayu!

Daeng Sayu.

Daeng Sayu...

Daeng Sayu.

Daeng Sayu.

Daeng Sayu.

How is it?

Ever since we stopped performing ritual offerings

for the ancestors of the village,

this place has been plagued by a strange disease that ends in death.

According to the Sanro,

Daeng Sayu’s death was caused by Doti.

We cannot allow this.

Before there are more victims, we must act immediately.

Because

already four people have died unnatural deaths

after being treated by Daeng Rate.

Without a doubt,

Daeng Rate must be the culprit.

Let’s go to Daeng Rate's house.

Let’s kill him.

- Agreed! - Kill him!

Kill him!

- Kill him! - Let's kill him!

Kill him!

Kill Daeng Rate!

Let's kill Daeng Rate!

Kill Daeng Rate! Kill him!

- Let's go! - Kill Daeng Rate!

- Kill him! - Kill Daeng Rate!

Let's kill Daeng Rate!

- Kill him! - Kill him!

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

I seek forgiveness from Allah. I seek forgiveness from Allah.

I seek forgiveness from Allah, the Almighty.

I seek forgiveness from Allah, the Almighty.

I seek forgiveness from Allah, the Almighty.

- Kill him! - Kill him!

Kill Daeng Rate!

Kill the Doti shaman!

Kill Daeng Rate!

Kill Daeng Rate!

Kill Daeng Rate!

- Kill him now! - Let's kill him!

Daeng Rate! Come out, Daeng Rate.

Come out, Daeng Rate, or we’ll burn your house.

- Burn it! - Let it burn!

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

What’s going on, Daeng?

Calm down, dear. Calm down.

Take Ikhsan into the room.

Let me deal with them.

But I’m worried, Daeng.

They are very aggressive.

Calm down. Allah is the All-Protecting.

Dad. Why are they burning our house, Dad?

Ikhsan, listen to your father.

God willing, everything will be fine.

Burn it! Come on! Burn him.

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

What’s going on? What’s happening?

Daeng Rate, ever since we stopped performing offerings,

this village has been struck by a strange disease.

And it’s all because of you, Daeng Rate.

The disease afflicting this village

has nothing to do with the ritual offerings.

Allah wants to bring all of us closer to Him.

To seek forgiveness from Him.

But three villagers had died

since you treated them.

Tonight, Daeng Sayu died an unnatural death.

According to the Sanro,

the death of the villagers was all because of Doti.

It’s all definitely your doing, Daeng Rate.

- Kill him! - Kill him!

Calm down, calm down.

I am not a Doti shaman, as you accuse me of being.

I only heal people with the knowledge of Allah.

Life and death of humans are only in Allah’s hands.

Lies.

This village feels cursed.

It's ever since you came.

That’s right.

You are the descendant of a Doti shaman

who wants to kill us one by one through the plague of this disease.

Come on. What are you waiting for? Take him!

- Take him! - Take him!

- Take him! - Let's take him!

- Calm down. - Stop!

You have all slandered my husband.

My husband is not a Doti shaman.

He only wants to urge you to abandon idolatry

and return to the teaching of Tawheed.

Daeng Rannu, get inside.

We don’t need your explanation.

Or do you want us to drag you along too?!

Come inside, dear. Come in!

I surrender everything to Allah, Most Holy and Most High.

- Take him. - Take him.

Take him.

- Let's go! - Take him!

Dad...

Come on!

Mom, why are they taking Dad?

What has Dad done wrong, Mom?

Your father has been slandered, my child.

Let us pray for him.

May Allah protect him.

Go! Take him!

- Kill him! - Let's kill him!

- Kill him! - Kill him!

Let's kill him!

- Come on! - Kill him!

Release me. Release me.

We must burn him,

so that all the sickness

of black magic in this village will be gone forever.

- Burn him! - Burn him!

- Burn him! - Burn him!

- Burn him! - Burn him!

- Burn him! - Burn him!

All of you have slandered me.

Burn him.

May Allah...

forgive what you have done to me.

Burn him!

Burn him!

- Yeah! - Burn him!

Allah is the Greatest.

Allah is the Greatest.

There is no power and no strength except through Allah’s might,

the Most High, the Most Great.

Allah is the Greatest.

FIFTEEN YEARS LATER

Mom,

allow me to visit Dad’s grave.

These past few days, I’ve been dreaming of him.

It feels like he’s asking me to come and visit his grave.

No.

Son, I will not allow you to go there.

But Mom,

the dream of meeting Dad felt so real.

It was in the last third of the night, Mom.

According to the cleric,

I must visit his grave.

Son,

I don’t want

anything bad to happen to you.

It’s enough

that your father and I

have endured all of this.

Pray for me, Mom,

so that I’m always under Allah’s protection.

Make sure no one ever finds out

that you are the son of Daeng Rate.

Don’t

ever trust

anyone.

Except Daeng Tiro.

Yes, Mom.

Where are you from, and where are you headed?

It seems you’ve come from far away.

Excuse me, sir.

I’m from the city,

heading to Jonjo Village.

Is it still far?

Just keep walking.

Follow the flow of the river.

The village is at the very end.

Alright.

Thank you, sir.

Be careful, son!

Excuse me, sir.

JONJO VILLAGE

Your father’s grave

is beneath a large tree

with only a stone

as a marker

engraved with your father’s name.

All this time,

only Daeng Tiro

has taken care of your father’s grave.

May peace be upon you, Dad.

There is no God but Allah.

There is no God but Allah.

There is no God but Allah.

There is no God but Allah.

There is no God but Allah.

There is no God but Allah.

There is no God but Allah.

There is no God but Allah.

There is no God but Allah.

There is no God but Allah.

There is no God but Allah.

There is no God but Allah.

Daeng, this seems like a curse sent from someone.

Someone has done this to her.

Who could be so cruel to do this, Daeng Rewa?

All of you, leave.

I will treat her.

Thank you.

Leave her body at once.

Poor child.

Will you leave,

or must I force you?

What happened, Daeng Rewa?

Rina bit my hand.

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

Rina is a good child, Daeng.

Who could commit such evil against her?

She has been struck by Doti.

- I seek forgiveness from Allah. - Oh Allah.

Stay calm.

Why have You given this trial to my family?

Calm down, Mom.

Daeng Rewa.

Ever since the death of that Doti shaman,

this village has been peaceful, Daeng Rewa.

And there have been no strange occurrences

in this village, Daeng Rewa.

That means...

Someone is deliberately using the Doti magic in this village.

Calm down, Daeng.

I...

will do my best

to heal your child.

And I will also find out

who’s behind all of this.

Thank you, Daeng Rewa.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Yeah? - Thank you.

May peace be upon you.

That man...

May peace be upon you, Daeng.

And may peace be upon you as well.

Is this Daeng Tiro’s house?

Yes, I’m Daeng Tiro.

I’m Ikhsan...

son of Daeng Rate.

Masya Allah! Ikhsan.

You left this village when you were just a child.

Now you’ve grown up.

Come in, son. Come in.

Mom!

Mom!

Ikhsan is here.

Ikhsan? Ikhsan?

Daeng Rate’s son.

Oh, dear God! Ikhsan.

I almost didn’t recognize you.

Oh, dear God!

So, that young man went to Daeng Rate’s grave?

That’s right, Daeng.

We saw him

praying at the grave of that Doti shaman.

He also visited Daeng Tiro’s house.

It seems

that man is Daeng Rate’s son.

Keep an eye on him.

Find out who he really is.

Yes, Daeng.

This is a village specialty, son.

I hope you like it.

I’ve missed our traditional food.

Thank you, Auntie.

This is Sari.

Do you still remember her?

Of course I do, Uncle.

Sari was my childhood friend.

Along with Tiara.

Come, have a seat, dear.

How have you been, Sari?

I’m fine, Ikhsan.

You’ve grown even more handsome.

Thank you, Sari.

By the way,

where’s Tiara now?

She’s studying in the city.

But she’s here at the moment,

on holiday, while visiting her father.

Since I’m here,

how about we meet up with Tiara?

Listen, son,

as your mother advised,

you shouldn’t socialize too much in this village.

It’s not that I want to restrict you,

but this village isn’t safe for you.

Once you’ve finished your business,

it’s best that you head home right away.

I understand, Uncle,

but if I may,

just for a while, I’d like to enjoy the village atmosphere

and reminisce about my childhood.

Rest first.

What’s important is,

you’ve already visited your father’s grave.

Your father was a pious man.

It’s just that he fell victim to a cruel slander.

God willing, he is at peace in heaven

and surely proud of his son,

who has pursued knowledge at the Islamic boarding school.

This will surely be a good provision for him in the hereafter.

Amen. Thank you, Uncle.

Hey!

Remember, it’s Thursday night.

Don’t forget to burn the incense.

- Okay. - Yes.

Sorry, Auntie.

Why is the incense placed in front of the house?

Every Thursday night, before Maghrib,

we burn incense as a way to ward off misfortune.

It’s better to spend Thursday night reciting,

reading the Qur’an.

That’s what is recommended.

Yes, dear.

This is just a local tradition here.

Not an obligation.

Uncle, it’s already Maghrib time,

but why don’t I hear the call to prayer?

Isn’t there a prayer house not far from here?

That’s why I told you to be careful.

The people in this village

don’t dare go outside when Maghrib is near.

- I seek forgiveness from Allah. - Over time,

people have been going less and less to the prayer house.

Why is that, Uncle?

I’ll tell you tomorrow.

For now, go take ablution.

We’ll pray together, okay?

Yes, Uncle.

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

Rina.

Seek forgiveness from Allah, dear.

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

Dear, please help Rina!

- Seek forgiveness from Allah, dear. - Oh Allah...

- Rina. - Dear, it's Rina!

- Rina. - Rina.

Call Daeng Rewa.

I’m afraid something bad will happen to her.

Stay with Rina. I’ll get Daeng Rewa.

Yes, dear. Please be careful.

Rina.

Indeed, for the disbelievers

It is all the same to them

Whether you warn them or do not warn them

They will never believe

Ever since Rina fell ill,

the village atmosphere

has grown more tense.

Truly terrifying.

But is it true?

Rina ended up like that

because of a Doti curse?

That’s what people are saying.

That means

if Rina

is sick because of Doti,

then she won’t survive.

Don’t say that.

A person’s life span is only known to Allah.

As for us,

if we’re told to guard against thieves,

we’re willing.

But if told to guard against black magic...

I can’t.

Enough.

Let’s not talk about it anymore.

I might wet myself standing here.

Let’s change the subject!

Fine, fine.

But what about this?

I was about to win, and you destroyed it.

It’s not just the chess game that’s ruined.

Now, my feelings are in shambles too.

Feelings again.

And their vision has been blinded

And for them is a great punishment

Why is it suddenly hot?

Even though the campfire is already out.

- Yeah. - Do you feel hot too?

What’s going on?

Could it be that it’s about to rain?

When it is said to them

Do not cause corruption on the earth

They reply

We are only peacemakers

Allah Almighty has spoken the truth

Help...

Help...

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

Allah, there is no God Worthy of worship except Him

The Ever-Living The Sustainer of all existence

Neither drowsiness nor sleep overtakes Him

To Him belongs whatever Is in the heavens and the earth

- Stop! - None can intercede

Except by His permission

- Stop! - I seek forgiveness from Allah.

- Rina, it’s Mom. - Stop.

Rina.

Rina, don’t.

Seek forgiveness from Allah, Rina.

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

Rina, wake up, dear.

You must die!

Help...

Help...

Help. Help.

Help.

Rina, have mercy, Rina.

It’s your mother, Rina.

I’m not Rina!

Mercy.

Don’t, Rina. Don’t, Rina.

Daeng Intang.

Daeng Intang.

- Daeng Intang. - Help.

Let go, Rina! That’s your mother, dear.

She’s not Rina.

She’s been possessed by a demon.

Daeng Intang. I seek forgiveness from Allah.

Daeng Rewa, help Rina.

Get out of her body.

Have pity on the girl.

I will not leave her body.

Not until I’m given a sacrifice.

Let this woman

become my sacrifice.

Will you leave, or must I force you?

Rina.

Rina.

Forgive me, son.

I couldn’t stop the people’s anger,

and I couldn’t save your father.

It’s okay, Uncle.

It’s all happened.

That incident still lingers to this day.

But we accepted it sincerely.

As a test from Allah for our family.

Even though I’m often haunted by nightmares.

It’s already time for Zuhr.

How about we pray together at the prayer house?

While we clean it again.

Who knows? By cleaning it,

people might return to praying together at the prayer house.

But son,

that’s very risky.

- Risk of being hated by the people? - Yes.

Those who don’t want the community

to pray together in Allah’s house.

We can’t let this be, Uncle.

Whatever the risk, I will face it.

This is a jihad against falsehood, Uncle.

There is no God but Allah

There is no God but Allah

Who has the courage to do the call to prayer at the prayer house?

How dare he.

Seems like he’s not from here.

What are you doing there?

Come take ablution. Let’s pray together.

Remember, the reward for praying together

is seven times greater than praying alone at home.

Come on.

That’s how it is, son.

It’s okay, Uncle.

My duty to invite and remind,

I have fulfilled.

Whether they want to or not,

that’s their choice.

Allah is the greatest

Allah hears those who praise Him

Allah is the greatest

Allah is the greatest

Daeng.

Daeng Rewa.

Daeng Rewa. Daeng.

Can I help you, Daeng?

Daeng Rewa, are you there?

I’m here.

What is it, Mr. Syahril?

Daeng,

please, my wife is possessed.

- Possessed? - Yes, Daeng.

Let’s go there.

Tiara, watch the house.

Okay.

- Siti is possessed - Wake up, Siti.

Wake up, my child.

- Seek forgiveness from Allah, Siti. - Hot.

- Hot. - Seek forgiveness from Allah, Siti.

- Hot. - Wake up.

- Wake up, Siti. - Wake up, Siti.

- No, Siti, don’t. - Stop her.

Please, chase her. Please, chase her.

Please, chase her.

Please, please.

Help.

- Back off, all of you! - Help!

- Please. - Chase her.

- Oh God, sister, help. - You, quickly chase her.

Siti! Siti!

Don’t, Siti. Siti.

Come back, Siti! Siti.

Siti, don’t!

Si... Siti!

Siti.

Siti.

Peace be upon you.

- And peace be upon you, too. - Peace be upon you, too.

Sari.

How did you know I was here?

A villager told me earlier that you were cleaning the prayer hall.

Dad, Mrs. Siti, Mr. Syahril’s wife, just passed away.

- We belong to Allah, and to Him we return. - We belong to Allah, and to Him we return.

Earlier, Mr. Amir came to the house.

He wanted to invite you to attend the funeral together.

Alright then, you should go home right away.

Ikhsan, go straight home after Asr prayer.

Do the Maghrib prayer at home.

Yes, Uncle.

Dad,

can I help you clean the prayer house?

Yes, she can.

But remember, after Asr,

remind Ikhsan to go home right away.

Alright, Dad.

Peace be upon you.

And peace be upon you, too.

Thank you, Sari.

Yes.

How could this happen?

Daeng Rewa.

What exactly happened to my wife?

All of these incidents are...

Siti.

...the work of Doti.

- Auntie. - Siti.

Be strong, ma’am.

I seek forgiveness from Allah the Almighty.

Oh Allah, Siti...

Peace be upon you.

Mr. Syahril, be patient.

Village Head. This is the second victim, after Rina,

who has been targeted by Doti in our village.

Why has the terror of Doti returned to haunt this village?

We have to find out the cause of all this,

so that the past tragedy won’t repeat itself.

I heard there’s

a young man who came to this village and is staying

at Daeng Tiro’s house.

Do you know about this, Village Head?

I’ve also heard about it from the villagers.

I’ll ask Daeng Tiro directly later.

Alright.

AL-IKHLAS PRAYER HOUSE

Thank you, Sari.

The food is very delicious.

Was it you or your mother who cooked?

Me and Mom.

How does it feel to be back in this village?

I’m so happy to be back in this village.

It’s like reminiscing about our childhood.

Yay, got it.

I got one too.

Got another one.

Me too.

Ikhsan. Let’s count them.

Six, seven, eight.

I got six.

Ikhsan, how many did you get?

I only got four.

I’m the winner. I’m the winner.

Ikhsan lost.

In those days,

this village was so peaceful.

We played in the river,

in the rice fields,

and studied the Qur’an in this prayer house.

All of that disappeared after that incident.

I lost you after you suddenly left this village.

Yeah, it all felt so fast.

I never imagined that I would leave this village too.

That reminds me.

Tiara is here, right?

How about we go see her?

We could relive our childhood memories.

Yes.

She came to me.

The king of all who speak.

The one who exists without being made.

The one who acts without being acted upon.

Until he reaches the King.

Frightening his blood.

I seek forgiveness from Allah the Almighty.

Rina. Seek forgiveness from Allah, Rina.

Seek forgiveness from Allah, Rina.

I seek forgiveness from Allah, the Almighty.

Village Chief,

our purpose here

is because there’s something we need to discuss, Village Chief.

It seems

someone wants to disturb the peace of our village, Chief.

Yes, that’s right, Chief.

Since the death of Mr. Syahrir’s wife

and Rina’s illness,

which they say is because of Doti, Chief.

Village Chief, we must act

before there are more victims.

I’m suspicious

of the arrival of an uninvited guest in our village.

Ever since his arrival,

suddenly, incident after incident

has happened in this village.

You mean... Whose guest?

The person who is staying at Daeng Tiro’s house.

Who is he?

We don’t know for sure yet,

but it seems

he’s the child of Daeng Rate,

who returned to this village

seeking revenge for his father’s death back then.

- Daeng Rate, the Doti shaman? - Yes, Daeng.

We must not accuse without proof.

That would be slander.

I will ask Daeng Tiro.

Because there’s been no report to me yet

about any guest arriving in this village.

Seek forgiveness from Allah, Rina.

Seek forgiveness from Allah.

I seek forgiveness from Allah, the Almighty.

Rina.

I seek forgiveness from Allah, the Almighty.

I seek forgiveness from Allah, the Almighty.

Rina. Rina.

Rina.

We belong to Allah, and to Him we shall return.

Rina.

Rina.

There’s sad news, Village Chief.

Rina, Daeng Lalang’s daughter,

has passed away.

We belong to Allah, and to Him we shall return.

Rina died?

Why, Dad? Was she sick?

Yes, they said it was sudden illness.

Dad, can I come to Rina’s funeral?

Ikhsan,

Rina was also our childhood friend.

Uncle, may I come to her burial?

It’s not that I forbid you,

but this is for your own good.

Alright, Uncle, I understand.

In that case, I’ll continue cleaning the prayer house.

Oh, yes, carry on.

I’ll get going.

Be strong, Daeng Lalang.

Stay strong.

I’m glad to see you again, Tiara.

It’s been a long time since we met,

since you went to college in the city.

Oh, yes.

Remember Ikhsan?

Our childhood friend.

Remember, he used to play with us back then.

Yes. But since he moved away,

we never heard from him again.

He’s here.

Just arrived two days ago.

He came to visit his father’s grave.

Oh, I see.

So, where is he now?

So, Rina died because of Doti?

Yes, that’s what people are saying.

Listen to me.

Black magic...

It exists everywhere because it’s as Allah has said.

Satan is a real enemy to you until the end of days.

Satan will always tempt humans in various ways.

Therefore, the further we are from Allah,

the happier Satan is to tempt humans.

Reviving this prayer house with congregational prayer

is one way for us to stop the steps of Satan.

Invite other residents to pray in congregation at the prayer house.

Return to reciting the Qur'an in the prayer house after Maghrib.

The closer we get to Allah,

God willing,

no black magic can defeat the knowledge of Allah.

Ikhsan.

You must have forgotten me.

You're Tiara, right?

Yes.

Tiara.

I never thought we’d meet again.

And I never dreamed we’d meet as three.

I’m also very happy to see you again.

So, Ikhsan is Daeng Rate’s son?

Yes.

He came here to visit his father’s grave.

Could you,

after he’s done with his business,

persuade him to leave this village immediately?

Actually, I’ve often suggested that.

But, of course, I can’t force him.

This is his hometown too.

He’s a pesantren graduate.

He came here on his own initiative to clean the prayer house

and invite the community to pray in congregation

and recite the Qur'an together.

That’s not wrong.

Nothing wrong with it, actually.

It’s just that the timing is not right.

When strange events are happening in this village.

I don’t want

the events that once happened before to happen again.

I beg you, Daeng.

Please persuade him to leave this village at once.

It’s for everyone’s sake.

- Okay? - Let's persuade him.

The village must go back to the way it used to be,

where children can recite the Qur'an in the prayer house without fear

or without being frightened by supernatural stuff.

I want to help you, Ikhsan.

Thank you, Tiara.

I seek refuge in Allah...

Sari.

You're not reciting with them?

No, I'm on my period.

- Okay, I'm going in. - Okay.

...the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

By time, indeed mankind

Is in loss, except those...

Peace be upon you.

And peace be upon you, too.

I'm Akbar, Aco's father.

I want to take my son home.

He's reciting the Qur'an here.

I don’t want the son of a Doti shaman teaching my son how to recite the Qur’an.

My father is not a Doti shaman.

You know nothing.

Ever since you came to this village,

strange things have been happening.

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

Don’t slander me

after you did the same to my father.

Aco, let's go home!

But Dad, I want to recite the Qur'an!

I said, let's go home!

Recite the Qur'an at home, with your mother.

Don't do it with the son of a Doti shaman.

Let's go home!

It's okay.

I'm not forcing you to recite the Qur'an here.

But by praying in congregation

and reciting the Qur'an together,

we have honored the house of Allah.

And they are the ones who believe.

Do you still want to recite the Qur'an?

- Yes. - Good.

Let’s recite again.

In the name of Allah

The Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Where have you been?

Reciting the Qur'an at the prayer house, Dad.

Since when have you been reciting at the prayer house?

Since the prayer house was cleaned up

and treated like a proper house of worship.

You

know nothing about this village.

I sent you to school in the city so you wouldn’t be influenced

by the bad influences here.

What do you mean by bad influences?

I actually want the villagers to return to the prayer house.

Recite Qur'an together, pray in congregation,

so we can avoid bad influences.

Don’t act like you know everything.

Someone must be influencing your thoughts.

Just go back to the city.

There’s no point anymore

in doing good for the people in this village.

Listen!

I will not allow you to recite at that prayer house.

Actually, I’m not forbidding you from reciting.

But not in that prayer house!

Especially not learning from the child of that Doti shaman.

Ikhsan’s father was not a shaman.

He was just a Qur'an teacher, Dad.

Besides, Ikhsan came here with good intentions.

He cleaned the prayer house

and taught the children to recite Qur'an.

As someone who was born in this village,

I also have an obligation.

So the villagers can once again honor the house of Allah.

If you don’t want to listen, I will force you to go back to the city.

I’m no longer a child, Dad.

I’m already a university student,

and I have the right to take a stand and uphold what is right.

Excuse me, Dad. I’m going to my room.

Tiara.

That kid...

Our village is becoming more troubling

after the death of Daeng Syahril's wife and Rina.

On top of that,

Daeng Lalang's wife

is depressed because of Rina's death.

Rina, please eat first, dear.

Come on. Eat, Rina.

Don’t you want to listen to me?

Come on. Eat.

Come on. Eat, Rina.

I love you, dear.

That’s how it is, Village Chief.

Since Rina passed away,

my wife has become depressed.

She even

no longer recognizes me, Village Chief.

Who are you?

- Come on. This is your favorite food. - Go away.

Go away! Go away!

Go away! Go away!

Go away. Just go.

Who would be cruel enough to do all this to my family, Village Chief?

They will get their retribution.

Be patient, Daeng.

Leave everything to Allah.

Whoever commits evil

will surely taste the consequences of their evil.

Patience.

If you don’t want to eat, Rina,

then I will eat it.

I miss you, dear.

Not to mention the rumors going around,

about a living corpse that preys on the villagers’ livestock.

Dear, the goats are noisy.

Dear.

I think there’s a thief in our goat pen, dear.

Please check the back.

Oh, you’re right.

You wait here, okay?

I’ll check the pen.

Be careful.

Yes, yes.

De... Demon...

It's a demon!

The demon is eating the goat.

- How could there be a demon? - There's a demon eating the goat.

Impossible, dear. How could a demon eat a goat?

You're just making things up.

It's true! There's a demon eating a goat down there!

I pity the people here being terrorized by the Doti.

Doti does exist.

It's just that

someone is taking advantage of the situation

for their own gain.

There is no power and strength except through Allah's help.

Allah is the greatest.

Ikhsan.

What are you doing?

Something unseen disturbed me, Uncle.

While I was reciting dhikr,

a snake entered my room and coiled around me

and disappeared into a puff of smoke.

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

That was sent by black magic.

You must be careful.

It seems someone is targeting you.

You must pray and recite dhikr often.

What's wrong, Ikhsan?

Aco, what's wrong, son?

Aco.

Oh Allah, Aco.

Since when has he been like this?

- Aco. - Since coming home from the prayer house.

He was vomiting,

then suddenly, his body turned hot.

I already told you. Don't go to the prayer house.

That prayer house was built by Daeng Rate.

He's a Doti shaman disguised as a Qur'an teacher.

Yes, Daeng.

I already forbade my child from going to the prayer house.

But it was Daeng’s son who invited the kids to recite at the prayer house.

Enough, enough.

Come to your senses, son.

My God, Aco.

Aco.

- Come out. - Aco.

Aco.

- Aco. - Enough, enough.

And Allah sealed their hearing

And their sight

Tiara.

Tiara.

Open the door!

Tiara.

Allah, the Most Great Has spoken the truth

What is it, Dad?

Tiara is reciting.

If you’re reciting,

don’t raise your voice.

It hurts my ears.

Just recite in your heart.

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

Not part of us

is the one who khona (betrays) the Qur’an.

According to the hadith of Bukhari Muslim,

it means to beautify one’s voice

when reading the Qur’an with a pleasant tone.

Don’t lecture your father.

This must be the influence of that shaman’s son.

That’s why you dare to oppose your father.

I’m not opposing you, Dad.

I just want to speak the truth.

Don’t preach to your father!

Enough.

I don’t want you

meeting that shaman’s son again.

Especially not bringing children to recite in that prayer house.

Careful!

If I see it,

I won’t hesitate to lock you in your room.

And I won’t hesitate either

to have people drive him out of this village.

Ikhsan’s father isn’t a Doti shaman, Dad.

It’s you who’s acting like a shaman now.

You still can’t let go of the old rituals,

and that’s misleading, Dad.

That’s shirk.

Watch your words.

What do you know?!

Ancestral rituals

are teachings that must be respected.

I am not a shaman.

I was

given a gift

to help heal the sick.

Healing in the wrong way.

Because you practice black magic, Dad.

Watch your words, Tiara.

I’m warning you.

I’m warning you. Don’t you dare defy your father.

There is no God

But Allah

Thank you for cleaning this prayer house.

Even though no one wants to come and pray here.

Thank you, sir.

The first time we met was when I first came here.

Yes.

- Well then, sir. - Let’s pray.

You be the imam.

No, you lead, son.

I’ll be the follower.

We can’t let this go on, Village Head.

His arrival clearly brings revenge.

If we let it be,

there will be more victims,

and our village will become even more tense.

That’s right, Village Head.

We must take action,

and drive that shaman’s child out of this village.

Absolutely right.

The one who built that prayer house was your father.

Before it was built,

that prayer house was a place of worship for the villagers

every time they celebrated the harvest.

Villagers performed rituals on a large rock.

That was the old belief of this village’s people.

Oh, my honorable lord.

They were partying,

and they circled a large stone while getting drunk.

Until the time came for your father’s presence,

bringing understanding

and religious knowledge.

Until the idolatry in this village

gradually disappeared.

From that time on,

the villagers diligently prayed in congregation

and studied at the prayer house.

May safety and peace be upon you all.

May safety and peace be upon you all.

But not everyone liked it.

Especially those who still believed

in rituals to the ancestors.

One day,

a terrifying disease outbreak appeared in this village.

Causing death after death.

May safety and peace be upon you all.

May safety and peace be upon you all.

When two villagers’ corpses were about to be prayed for,

a centipede suddenly came out from between the burial cloths.

The community believed that it was a bad omen.

The ancestors were angry

because no more offerings were made.

Your father was accused of having Doti magic,

which caused death after death.

Because he was considered a descendant

from Ujung Karama’ village,

where the Doti magic originates.

Including you.

As a descendant of Daeng Rate,

the community still believes

that the Doti magic still exists

and is passed down through generations.

As a result,

your father received cruel treatment,

and your family was expelled from this village.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

Mom, why was Dad taken?

Did Dad do something wrong, Mom?

Your father has been slandered, son.

Let us pray for Dad.

May Allah protect Him.

Who has been spreading slander until now?

Please, don’t take the law into your own hands.

Let’s talk this through calmly first.

- How long will this go on, sir? - Listen to me!

If the village chief won’t act,

then we will act ourselves. How about that?

That’s right!

Gentlemen, calm down first.

Calm down first.

We have to act, Village Chief.

That child must be expelled from our village.

Let’s go!

- Let’s expel him. - Let’s go.

- Expel him. - Let’s expel him.

- Expel him. - Expel him.

Expel him.

Expel him!

Expel him.

Expel the child of the Doti shaman!

Hey, child of the Doti shaman.

Leave this village immediately.

Or we will force you to leave. Leave.

- Get rid of him! - Leave!

This is my hometown too.

I have the right to live here.

And let me make it clear.

My father is not a shaman.

Let alone having Doti magic.

You are wrong and have slandered my family.

Lies.

You are the child of a Doti shaman.

Since your arrival in this village,

our people have become more restless.

- True. - That’s true.

Many strange events have happened in our village.

- Isn’t it? - Yes, that’s right.

My knowledge is Allah’s knowledge, not black magic.

Therefore, I invite you to pray in congregation at the prayer house.

For what?

So you won’t be influenced by satanic magic.

Stop talking so much.

Come on. Expel him.

- Beat him up. - Stop!

Stop!

What’s wrong with you all?

Barbarians.

He’s not what you accuse him of.

He is the child of a Doti shaman.

He came here to take revenge.

Quiet! His father is not a Doti shaman.

He came here only to pay respects.

He cleans the prayer house

to invite the villagers again to pray in congregation.

He teaches your children to study at the prayer house again.

You should be grateful

there is a young man brave enough

to restore this village to how it used to be.

Everyone disperse.

Don’t be fooled by irresponsible people.

Ikhsan.

What’s wrong, San?

I’m fine.

But your face is bruised.

I’m fine.

Someone is deliberately bringing up the Doti issue again.

To make the villagers uneasy.

Or maybe someone is using Doti magic

for revenge?!

Do you believe in Doti?

There’s something I want to tell you.

So, someone attacked you using black magic in the form of a snake?

Then the smoke drifted to Sari’s room?

Yes.

Turn away!

I have missed you for a long time.

I have missed you very much for a long time.

Yes, Dende.

Your skin and my skin.

Your soul and my soul.

Your body and my body.

Just by looking at me,

you feel calm and at ease.

Why are you doing this?

Dad, please don’t.

Why did you do this to me?

Dad, I only went to the prayer house.

To study and pray, Dad.

I already warned you,

but you still argue

and listen and believe more in that child

of the Doti shaman.

- Take her to the downstairs room. - I don’t want to.

Hurry! Take her!

Come on, Lukman.

Come on, Jarre.

Get down.

Hey, I'm going to settle the score

with Ikhsan, that child of the Doti shaman.

Come to your senses, Dad! Come to your senses.

You have been possessed by the devil.

You're calling me a devil?

I'm happy to be called a devil.

Rather than

Ikhsan’s father, who is a shaman disguised as a pious man.

Tiara,

Ikhsan’s father

is the one who killed your mother using Doti magic.

Daeng Rate and his descendants must receive

the appropriate punishment.

I seek forgiveness from Allah. Dad!

Mom died of illness, not because of Doti.

Death belongs to Allah, Dad! Not to humans!

You believe more in shamans than in Allah?!

Dad, you are indeed polytheistic.

Enough! Stop it!

Don’t lecture me anymore!

- Tie him up! - Okay.

Help...

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

You must be strong to face everything.

You are destined to stop all these cursed events.

Allah is with you.

Amen.

I haven’t done the Maghrib prayer.

Please, sir.

Ikhsan. Are you alright?

I’m just worried because you haven’t come home.

It’s already past maghrib.

It seems the weather isn’t very good either.

Looks like it’s going to rain.

I’m fine, Uncle.

Thank goodness.

- Where’s Sari? - Sari?

Yes.

Sari’s not here.

What?

She just said she was going to the prayer house

when she heard someone was coming to see you.

There’s no one here. Except an old man who was praying.

What old man?

Where did you come from, and where are you going?

It seems you came from far away.

Excuse me, sir.

I’m from the city.

Heading to Jonjo Village.

Is it still far?

- Come. - Let’s go.

Where did he go?

He just went into this prayer house.

Maybe the old man

was Karaeng Sarro?

But he passed away ten years ago.

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

Kick him out!

- Kick him out! - Kick him out!

Kick him out!

Kick him out!

Kick him out!

Kick him out!

- That’s him! - Kick him out!

There he is!

- Kick him out! - Kick him out!

He was also your father’s friend.

He used to always come to this prayer house.

He’s the one who preserved this prayer house

when the villagers no longer wanted to pray here.

Indeed, we belong to Allah, and to Him we shall return.

He was a good man.

Maybe

he just wants to show you something good.

- Uncle! - Yes?

We better look for Sari now.

Yes.

Let’s report to Pak Dusun.

- Come on. - Let’s go.

Seek forgiveness from Allah, Daeng Intang.

- Come on, Jarre. Help her. - Help her.

Help.

- How can this be? - Everyone, get out now!

Get out!

Daeng Intang.

Calm down. Don’t be afraid.

Calm down.

Calm down, Daeng Intang.

Please release her.

Daeng Intang.

That’s enough, Daeng Lalang.

If she’s not tied like this,

she will surely go wild again someday.

Yes, Daeng Rewa.

Peace be upon you, Daeng.

Daeng.

It seems Daeng Rewa is not home.

Wait a moment.

Sounds like someone’s voice.

Yes.

The voice is coming from downstairs.

Let’s check it out.

Who’s inside?

Who’s inside?

Help.

I seek forgiveness from Allah.

Tiara.

Tiara, who did this?

And where is Daeng Rewa?

It’s a long story.

Right now, we have to go to Pak Dusun’s house.

There is something very important.

Let’s go.

Peace be upon you all.

And peace be upon you all as well.

Well, here is the person.

The source of disaster in our village.

It just so happens you are here.

You must take responsibility for what happened in this village.

- Right? - Right.

- Right. - Wait a moment.

You all shouldn’t just accuse.

Excuse me, Pak Dusun.

My daughter Sari left the house

this afternoon. She said she was going to the prayer house.

But after I went to the prayer house, she wasn’t there.

So, Sari hasn’t come home until now?

- Yes. - Daeng Tiro.

Who told your child to go to the prayer house?

The prayer house was built by a Doti shaman.

He’s been the source of disaster since he arrived.

Calm down.

He wants to take revenge for his father’s death.

Sorry, Pak Dusun.

- Calm down. - Before it’s too late,

how about we catch him? Agree?

- Agree. - Calm down. Calm down.

- Calm down. - Wait.

Calm down.

All of your hearts have been possessed by the devil.

He’s not the cause.

I know who is behind all this.

We must quickly report this to Daeng Rewa.

Let’s go.

Did you hear that?

Sounds like someone is laughing.

What is that?

Could it be?

Could it be?

- Devil. - Don’t talk about the devil here.

Lukman.

Lukman.

Devil. Help.

Mercy. Help.

Devil. Devil.

Help. Help.

Help. Help.

Tomorrow... Tomorrow I will study Qur'an at the prayer house.

Help.

Help.

Help.

Help.

- Sari. - Sari.

- Sari. - Sari.

Sar...

- Sari. - Sari.

Turn away!

I have longed for you.

I have missed you so much for a long time.

I burn incense.

Oh dende...

Your skin and my skin.

Your soul and my soul.

Your body and my body.

Just by seeing me,

you will feel calm and relaxed.

Yes, convey it.

- Sari. - Sari.

What are you doing there, child?

I’m not Sari.

Sari.

Seek forgiveness from Allah, child.

That’s shirk (idolatry).

Let’s go home, child.

Go home.

Don’t bother me.

Let’s go home, child.

Go home!

Sari.

Be aware, child.

I am your father.

Don’t interfere in my matters.

Sari.

Let her go.

You’re the one I want.

You must be my companion.

Seek forgiveness from Allah, Sari.

You are lost.

Don’t be tempted by the devil’s seduction.

Seek forgiveness from Allah, Sari.

Sari.

Be careful, Ikhsan. Be careful.

That’s the "Tujua" magic.

Be careful.

There is no power nor strength except by Allah’s help.

Sari.

Sari.

- Sari. - Sari.

- Sari. - Sari.

Sari! Wake up, Sari.

- Sari. - Sari.

Wake up, child.

Forgive me,

Sari...

Forgive me.

I, Ikhsan...

I love you...

in a wrong way.

Wrong...

Ikhsan.

I want that when we grow up,

we will always be together like this.

That's impossible, Sari.

When we grow up, we will get married.

We will each have our own partner.

Oh, that's true too.

What if your partner is me? Would you like that?

Daeng. I know Daeng doesn't like Tiara being close to Ikhsan.

I feel the same.

Daeng, tell me what to do, so Ikhsan can love me.

If Ikhsan loves me,

he will definitely forget Tiara.

That's easy.

As long as you

are willing to follow the ritual.

I already forgive you, Sari.

We all forgive you.

The important thing is that you realize the mistakes you’ve made.

And ask forgiveness from Allah.

Seek forgiveness from Allah.

I ask forgiveness

from Allah,

The Most Great.

- Sari. - Sari.

Pak Dusun.

I saw Daeng Rewa, dead, hanging from a tree.

At the far end.

- Dad? - We belong to Allah,

and to Him we shall return.

Dad!

Daeng Tiro, take Sari away from here.

Come help. Everyone else, come with me.

- Let's go. - Dad!

- Tiara. - Dad!

There he is.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad. Dad.

Tiara. Accept your father’s passing, Tiara.

Tiara, stop.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

Village Head, I’m sorry, sir,

for what I have done to you all this time.

Please convey my apology to the other villagers, sir.

Turns out it was my father who did all this.

We have all forgiven him, Tiara.

Hopefully, there is a good lesson

that we can take from this incident.

And most importantly,

we can increase our piety to Allah.

Thank you, Village Head.

San.

I also apologize to your family.

My family has slandered yours too often.

We have forgiven you, Tiara.

We accept everything sincerely, as a test from Allah.

This grudge must end immediately.

Thank you, Ikhsan.

Daeng Lalang’s wife has regained consciousness.

Her condition suddenly improved.

So did Pak Akbar’s son, Aco.

Hopefully, with this incident,

the village we love will return to peace.

- Amen. - Amen.

Amen.

You’ve put the Qur’an away neatly, right?!

AL-IKHLAS PRAYER HOUSE

Okay.

Be careful, and don't fight over the sandals. Take it easy.

Tiara.

Want me to take you home?

No need. See you tomorrow, San.

Alright then.

If so, I’ll go first.

- May safety be upon you all. - And may safety also be upon you all.

Sorry.