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MERRY EID TO SADDAM, OUR BELOVED LEADER!

My brother Ibrahim.

My sister-in-law.

My niece Kanar.

Wake up, lazy!

My nephew Haidar.

Don't let him touch the window!

It's dirty.

My nephew Ammar.

My niece Ithar.

A marble!

Abbas, let me cover my head!

On the occasion of Eid,

President Saddam Hussein, may God give him victory,

received the visit of Issat Ibrahim,

vice president of the Council of the Revolution

and Mr. Tariq Aziz, vice president of the Council of Ministers

and comrade Qusay Saddam Hussein,

member of the Executive of the Arab Socialist Baath Party,

and members of the Council of Ministers.

Happy Eid to all!

May God grant our country peace and prosperity!

Our enemies behave as if they bring something new!

But we know their methods.

We've heard their slogans for 30 years.

That is why I felt it is not necessary...

to respond to them.

When they say something new, I will respond.

The whole world condemns their vicious methods,

more than we do, we Iraqis.

They fear that Iraq possesses weapons of mass destruction,

and that Iraq will give them to terrorist organizations

that threaten America!

Such an assumption is childish!

According to their belief,

the most underdeveloped countries may one day reach development

and access to technological progress...

and produce weapons of mass destruction...

that they could give to an organization hostile to America...

and therefore threaten American security!

So it's necessary to bomb the whole world, and forbid progress worldwide,

so that Americans can feel safe!

My brother-in-law Madhat.

Change the channel!

Uncle, look at the tree there!

It is full of fruit.

There!

I caught a big one!

Haidar, throw it here!

Mostafa, catch!

Uncle, this is a waste.

There will be no fruit left on our tree.

These are the last ones. There are no more.

Where do all these children come from?

Don't stay here!

Go away!

Shut the door!

She wiggles like a fish!

His hand will get stuck.

April 28, 2002 Saddam Hussein's birthday.

The first time, I burned my tongue.

Haidar challenged our neighbor Ali to play with fire like you.

And when Ali tried, he burned his tongue.

He got angry...

Don't forget to chop the onions!

Oh, no!

You don't know how to do it.

I'll show you how to do it quickly.

Not like that!

You've cut it too big!

You haven't even removed the core!

Stop laughing at me!

Stop coughing, Ishtar!

Happy birthday...

Happy birthday... Saddam!

A star!

Remove the other rose, otherwise it will be crushed.

It will be crushed anyway.

Take a break.

We just started.

Finish your tea.

Six meters.

Film the bee!

It's getting stuck!

Take it out!

- It's dead! - Poor thing!

Don't stop!

It flows a lot!

Naturally, it is a real well.

We dug it in anticipation of war.

As there will be no running water, we can use the well.

We also dug a well and taped the windows.

We replaced the tape of the 1991 war.

You have not replaced the old tape!

You also need to cover the windows with blankets.

To protect yourself from flying glass.

The blankets prevent broken glass from getting inside.

We obtained supplies of rice and lentils, in anticipation of war.

We bought a lot of bottled water.

Because if everyone starts to dig wells,

there will be not enough water for everyone.

One, two, three...

nine, ten.

Good evening!

You haven't stopped since this morning?

We must pump for three days to get clean water.

My hands are tired. I have been working since this morning.

You're not the only one who works!

Without me, how will you get water during the war?

My hands are tired.

- And you girls, you do nothing. - Luckily we have you, darling.

Can't you help me? I only have two hands.

None of you girls help me.

You do nothing and hope to have water during the war,

while I've been working since morning.

- You want me to help you? - Yes, help me.

Why are you laughing? Help me!

It's really exhausting!

What did you think!

Who's there?

Hello, Uncle! Merry Eid!

I almost didn't recognize you.

At first I thought you were Ammar.

- I'm Haidar. - Nice to meet you, Haidar!

- You have red cheeks! - Yes, like apples.

- Did you eat apples? - Yes. You guessed right.

Can you help us, Uncle?

I've been working since morning.

We must pump for three days to get clean water.

- Don't exaggerate! - Who's exaggerating?

Let me do it!

She's pretending to work. She has no strength.

I am not a man.

You too, you have no strength.

I'm tired. I've worked since this morning.

I didn't even go to school.

It has to be done quickly!

The water exits through the top!

You didn't do it right, Uncle!

The pump is installed incorrectly.

Are you sure of that, Uncle?

You're looking for an excuse, Uncle!

You don't know how it works. Look how I do it!

- When did you come home? - Me, I stayed home.

I spent the day working.

How are my cousins?

They want to see you.

I told them you're busy today.

Yes, I've been busy since this morning.

- You've had fun? - Yes.

Where were you?

At my friend's house. I was revising with her.

You don't look like a girl who was busy revising her homework!

We need to have fun before the war.

The war is approaching.

Really?

They say it will start on March 14 or 17.

Nonsense!

The world is in turmoil and we know nothing!

If the Americans arrive, we will throw water on them!

We will fill a bottle with water.

Their satellites are probably trying to watch you and photograph you!

They must wonder what you're doing.

Extracting petrol to make firebombs.

- Help me! - I'm tired.

You go have fun, then you come back tired!

You eat and sleep and, the next day, you go out again!

And who is still working? Me!

Who cleans the dishes?

The dishes! What a hard task!

Didn't you say you're waiting for the war to have fun,

and to get rid of homework!

Don't you want to get rid of your homework?

Get rid of my homework! While my future depends on it!

You want me to sacrifice my future!

Your future is sacrificed because of a single day's work!

- Yes, of course! I missed school today. - Poor baby!

I'm not your "poor baby." Let's talk frankly.

Okay, what do you want?

I want you to take care of the well for two days.

Or one full day.

- Okay. That's all? - Yes.

- And you'll be happy? - Yes.

- So give me a kiss. - Okay. A love story!

Thank you, darling. Let me kiss you too!

I put lipstick on your cheek! While you had already red cheeks!

- We are reconciled now? - Yes.

CHALLENGE MEETING PEOPLE'S STADIUM - BAGHDAD

George Bush has already failed, my friends!

In Egypt, we have a poet named Ahmed Fouad Najm.

This poet wrote a poem that says:

"Listen, you Arabs!"

Listen to what the people of Egypt said:

Those who have betrayed us,

who have crossed the line,

despised Arabism

and become the lackeys of foreigners,

they will never be one of us.

"Them on one side, and us on another."

I swear on our fields and factories!

I swear on our buildings and cannons!

I swear that the Arab sun will never set!

Not while I am alive on this earth!

Ibrahim is coming!

How are you?

Good evening, Uncle!

Sit here, Uncle!

How is your wife?

She went to the gynecologist.

- She is still there? - No.

Running water is off.

Why?

We cannot clean the dishes or the house.

Nor take a shower.

Everyone is dirty and smells bad.

How would it be if the war started!

Buy bottled water, or your children will have nothing to drink.

I'm waiting for the situation to become critical.

Buy bottled water and diapers.

There won't be any more if war is declared.

From Egypt, the beating heart of the Arab world...

we came to share your challenge...

and express our support for your struggle

against the US-British forces of evil.

We Egyptians, we condemn all plots

and all aggressions against you,

from wherever it may come.

My niece Manar.

My nephew Ammar.

My brother Ibrahim.

City of Hit.

My brother-in-law Abu Widian.

No!

The electricity is cut!

- The main power is off? - Yes.

Help!

She hides behind the door!

Turn it off!

Open this hand!

There remains one hand, two, three...

The ring is in the hand of Marwan!

In this hand.

Lokman, open your hands!

Jobran, open this hand!

Open it!

In Najwan's hand.

Manar, open your hand!

Widian, open your hand!

I would say in this hand.

In the left one.

In the right one.

Give!

LONG LIVE IRAQ

My brother-in-law Abu Widian.

You wonder why there is this little wall on the terrace!

This little wall has a lovely story.

Consequence of the embargo in 1991.

We had been through a very tough time.

There was no milk...

and it had become hard to get enough bread.

We lacked medicines.

We could endure these hardships,

but we had kids, and we had to ensure their survival.

So we had the idea of buying a goat.

We built an enclosure on the terrace.

But how could we milk or feed the goat?

My wife and I are doctors, not farmers.

So...

my wife had to learn to milk the goat.

Every morning at 6:00, before going to the hospital,

she rode here to milk the goat and prepare the milk for our children.

Thank God, we survived the first years of the embargo.

There was a funny misunderstanding.

Our neighbor is a farmer.

He works every morning in his orchard.

One day he was surprised to hear the bleating of a goat.

As he knew that my wife is a doctor,

he was surprised to learn that she milked our goat every morning.

Back home, he yelled at his wife, "You stay in bed until noon,

when our neighbor doctor gets up early to milk a goat!"

Life was difficult and we had to help each other.

Thank God, the hard times belong to history.

This is our neighbor's orchard.

He comes to work every day at 6:00 in the morning.

My brother-in-law died a year later, of a heart attack.

They call this a break-in!

This is their burrow.

Don't hurt them!

It's stuck!

A bunch of grapes!

Here is the son of the owner of the orchard! We filmed your orchard!

Marwan!

Marwan!

We entered your orchard.

We filmed and then we left.

Is that okay?

How did you get in?

By the door.

We broke the lock!

Look at the fish!

Why does your engine cough?

- What? - Your engine coughs!

- It doesn't cough. - This sound is natural.

It's not like engines in Baghdad.

Help!

Thanks!

What a beautiful landscape!

Be careful!

The mouth.

The head.

It walks like this.

You're lucky to live in nature!

In Baghdad, there is no nature. Only museums.

No ancient ruins, but museums.

In Babylon, there are ancient ruins.

Babylon is beautiful, but it's hard to live there.

It became depressing.

To live in such beautiful nature!

And have fresh milk every morning!

It's beautiful!

The clouds look like boats!

It's a plane?

An American plane!

Probably American.

The war may have started!

Not yet.

Our city will not be bombed.

We will have to fight?

You will fight when you grow up. You're still a child.

It looks like a game but when you grow up, you'll have to fight.

When you grow up, you will fight?

Of course. It is a duty for all of us.

The war will not last long.

- It will be brief. - And intense.

And it will cause much destruction.

I hope they will not use weapons of mass destruction!

What kind of weapons do we have?

Sticks and firebombs!

You cannot fight planes and missiles with sticks!

Maybe they will come in cars!

Don't move!

- You're not afraid of falling? - No!

I don't think about it.

Is it true that you are a graduate of the Faculty?

- Yes. - Which Faculty?

Faculty of Education.

You could work as a teacher!

- Yes. - Why didn't you?

Because of the situation.

The embargo has greatly affected us.

We work hard, but the situation does not improve.

What can one do with a salary of $15 a month?

You cannot buy anything.

You cannot even buy a pair of trousers.

A month's salary is not enough to buy a pair of pants!

Thank God, we survived that difficult period.

I hope we will not have a similar experience!

Yet there is the risk of a new war!

A new war!

This is our destiny.

Good morning!

Is the electricity back on?

It is back on.

I saw your son.

Yes.

On the palm tree.

After college and military service, he came to work in this field.

- What do you think of that, as a father? - It saddens me.

The embargo led us to this solution.

We grow wheat and barley. We raise sheep.

The situation turned us into peasants.

Hi!

- How are you, Wissam? - Hello, Bakir!

- Do you agree to be filmed? - No problem.

Abbas came from France.

Welcome!

He's making a film...

about Iraqi people.

Despite your university degrees, you will end up as a farmer here.

You will become a peasant again. Peasant life is the best.

You better forget about computers!

Computers! We still have no computers!

Me too, I have never seen a computer!

We hear about Internet, but we don't have access to it!

You still don't have Internet?

They promised to give us access to it, but we are still waiting!

Your Internet is here: Peasant life!

This is our Internet!

We will not have Internet until 2010!

Get ready to become a farmer like me.

I'd better reserve my place now!

You can come tomorrow. The electricity is off again!

This is our life! Punctuated by power cuts!

It seems that the Americans will attack us!

Let them attack! We are used to it.

They threaten us for 30 years!

They can attack. Who cares!

Attack us!

So what?

Let them dare come here!

We will destroy them.

They would not dare come here.

They only dare to watch us from their planes!

- Courage is fighting on equal terms. - Right.

- I have to go now. - Where?

I have an appointment.

- With who? - With my Uncle Sobhi.

On the other side...

was our house.

The street...

was called...

Street of the Jews.

Jews lived in the houses along the river.

There are no more Jews, because we converted to Islam in 1986.

We lived here for hundreds of years.

From generation to generation.

We are perfectly integrated into the community here.

We are as one united family.

The entire city of Hit is like one family.

The friendliness of the people here has brought us closer to Islam

and facilitated our conversion.

Not to mention the childhood friends and school.

All these reasons have facilitated our conversion to Islam.

Is it true that it is Haji Najah who taught you how to pray in the mosque?

In fact...

I will let him tell you the story in his own words.

I used to pray at home, but never at the mosque.

After praying at home for seven months, I wanted to go to the mosque.

I needed someone to accompany me there.

The friend that I counted on to accompany me...

was unable to attend.

He advised me to go with Mr. Najah.

His suggestion puzzled me.

I feared that converted Mr. Najah did not know enough about Islam.

Or that he knows it too well for my level of understanding!

I thought of the two probabilities.

But I couldn't refuse his help

because we are both Muslims and like brothers.

When we arrived at the mosque...

we prayed immediately.

The prayer finished, I wanted to leave, but Mr. Najah seemed to be waiting.

Thinking we had done our prayer, I asked him if we could leave.

He replied, "Not before having our prayer."

What about the prayer we've just said?

He then explained to me that the first prayer was to greet the mosque.

We are like brothers and are of the same religion.

I would like to add something

about fraternity among the people of Hit.

This fraternity is one of their great qualities.

Once there was a fire in our house.

All the neighbors came to help extinguish the fire.

And when I came back from my pilgrimage in 1992,

the neighbors gave me an unforgettable welcome.

They refused to let me go home on foot.

They carried me on their shoulders.

They played music and carried flags.

Is it possible to forget people like that?

Impossible.

That is why I feel for this city only love and gratitude.

And my children will feel the same.

My museum is unique in Hit.

Last week, I visited a similar museum in Tikrit.

It looks like mine, but not as interesting.

These are kitchen utensils.

They are from different eras.

The rifle there dates from 1874.

Beside it, an ancient Indian sword.

This is likely to be the rifle

with which Sheikh Dhari killed the English general Leachman.

These objects adorned the gate of Hit's citadel.

A lock from the door of an old caravanserai.

A shepherd's bell.

An old coal iron.

Itinerant barbers used these tools.

They were placed like that, to prevent the client from getting wet.

This is the photo of Mr. Sassoon,

the chief of the last Jewish family in Iraq.

Haji Najah represents this family. He converted to Islam in 1984.

I converted with 30 members of my family.

Yes, they all converted.

Iraqi national anthem.

Haidar!

Wake up!

Haidar! The tanks are coming!

Tanks are here!

Do you want to go to watch them?

Saddam is our father, the best father.

He is our indispensable pillar.

He gave his love to all of us, without forgetting anyone.

We are in his mind and heart.

There is not another father like him.

When he visits us, our house lights up.

Adults and children, we all are witnesses.

It is a delight to sing our love for him!

Another father like him does not exist.

He is our father and we are proud to bear his name.

Loyal, he never broke his promises.

He is a blessing to our people.

Another father like him does not exist.

There is not another father like him

I read a lot, but not all day.

- This book is a philosophical discussion. - The whole book?

Yes, a discussion on justice, sense of justice.

Why justice is preferable to injustice.

It begins with a dialogue between Socrates and another character.

Plato the author is not mentioned in the discussion.

The main character is Socrates.

He converses with other characters on various topics.

You have a lot of books, but you don't read much!

We have many books. My father loves to read.

So do I.

I read Tarzan.

That's normal, you're still a child.

I like comics and stories like Sinbad.

Adventure stories.

I don't like to read. I prefer to draw.

The referee isn't neutral.

Iraqis don't play well!

Two goals against two.

No!

Back to Baghdad.

If war breaks out, you must act with courage.

Because men will face one another, eye to eye.

But courage must be accompanied by planning...

in order that...

your losses remain minimal...

and that, with God's help...

your weapons do maximum damage to the enemy

for a minimum of sacrifices in your ranks

and maximum damage to the enemy.

Unique in his nation!

Unique by his wisdom and faith!

Smiling face!

Beloved master!

Saddam, the pride of the Arabs.

And their unifying leader!

You generous one!

You will remain an example for Arabs!

With your support.

Our sacrifices will be crowned by victory.

And your name will rise.

High in the sky

Saddam, the pride of the Arabs.

And their unifying leader!

I'll apply Scotch tape to the windows.

The tape from the last war is still there.

I'll add more.

I do this in anticipation of the bombing,

to prevent the glass from shattering.

Bush is planning to launch 3,000 missiles on us the first day!

Americans want to occupy Baghdad.

Does it not make you afraid?

Of course!

Everyone is afraid... of the invasion.

I almost wish for war.

But I'm worried about my father.

And about my brother, who will be enrolled in the civilian defense.

You wish for war to avoid school?

No.

I wish to go to the countryside.

Do adults also wish for war?

Yes, students.

And apart from the students?

Others don't want war.

And your parents?

- They do not want war. - Why?

Because they are afraid for us.

If someone loses his family, he would want to die too.

What would he do if he remains alone?

Haidar will be killed after the US invasion.

You'd rather stay here or take refuge in the countryside?

It depends on the circumstances, but it is better to stay here.

If we must die, it is better to die at home.

Here at least we have water and food.

But you only have dried bread and non-drinking water!

During the last war, people were forced to drink sewage water.

Because they could not leave their homes.

And you, what did you drink?

The river water. The well is at least cleaner.

Baghdad, castle of lions!

City of glory and posterity!

Sun of existence!

Baghdad!

Hello, Uncle!

- What are you doing? - Dishes.

- In the dark? - We're used to it.

You use filtered water!

Because there is no more water in the tank.

Running water is cut?

- How long has the power been off? - For an hour.

You always wash the dishes in the dark?

It's become normal.

How are your children?

They're fine. They ask about you.

What is this?

We dry bread in anticipation of war...

for bakeries will be closed.

It is fresh?

We let it dry.

It must dry completely, otherwise it will rot.

- Where will you keep it? - In a bag.

Uncle, you must dry bread too.

- Can you do it for us? - Okay!

- How long has the power been off? - For an hour.

It is also cut in my neighborhood.

- See you later. - Welcome, Uncle!

Our teacher told us not to worry about exams.

She said that she will help us, even if we have a bad result.

She also said that we can improve our results by the end of the year.

It's nice of her to support you!

Uncle Ibrahim asked if your French teacher is still single!

He probably wants to marry her to his brother!

You were not born during the last war.

Tell us how it was.

Tell you what? Explosions and flashes as we had never seen!

When we realized it was the war, everyone became terrified.

You were too young to remember!

I was 11.

We took refuge in my aunt's house.

It was a chance to take refuge in the countryside.

You played with a rooster.

You know about the rooster!

The rooster was slaughtered after, and that made you cry.

There was no running water.

I had to go with my cousins to get water in the river.

We also went to the hospital to get water.

Mom had to fill kerosene lamps before sunset.

You were a baby, and Haidar was not born yet.

I was one year old. Now I am 13.

You girls, you risk nothing, while we boys, we will have to fight.

You're too young to fight.

- My older brother will have to fight. - We'll have fun.

We'll go get water in the river, and you'll have fun with your cousins.

We will play in the fields.

Dad will tell us funny stories.

Give my regards to your father.

Uncle, make your car roar!

You'll see how I'll make it roar!

Show us!

You're not making it roar!

Champion of construction!

Flame of hope!

Our Saddam!

Saddam, our hero!

The barrel of gasoline had a hole and the ground was soaked with gasoline.

They smelled the gasoline.

When they opened the door of the garden shed, the gasoline caught fire.

They had no time to escape.

Everything caught fire.

They could not escape.

Their son Milad arrived and saved his father from the flames.

But when he returned to rescue his sister Rita,

he burned to death with the rest of the family.

The father also died soon after.

What caused the fire?

A barrel of gasoline had a hole in it.

Gasoline spread on the ground.

- Why did they keep gasoline in the house? - In anticipation of war.

There will be no gasoline if war breaks out.

To flee Baghdad by car, gasoline is required.

How to fly without fuel?

Their daughter Rita was very beautiful.

The friends of their other daughter, Sarah, still mourn her.

They liked her a lot.

One of her friends said, "Even if she is dead, she is still my friend."

My brother Ammar says there were several explosions.

The neighbors were crying.

There were several explosions.

Why several explosions?

Because of gas cylinders.

They had three barrels of gasoline and three gas cylinders.

Neighbors' windows were shattered.

Mom bought this in anticipation of war.

Because there will be a shortage if war breaks out.

This will be useful if someone is injured.

Those are pharmaceutical drugs?

Cough medicine.

It's necessary to make provisions.

Vitamins...

We have become experts because of the embargo!

We test the medicines ourselves.

We have become experts!

These are diapers.

Are you kidding us!

This is a joke!

If Americans bombard us...

Don't laugh, this is serious.

If Americans bombard us with chemical weapons...

If Americans bombard us...

You tie it like this...

You'd make a great comic actress!

You should act on TV!

We must protect ourselves if they attack!

If war breaks out, we will all sleep in this room.

Why?

Since there is only one window, there will be less broken glass.

- Or we will all die together. - Don't talk like that!

Once, there was shelling. Kanar and Ithar were sleeping.

To reassure them, Mom told them that it was fireworks.

As they went back to sleep, they heard: Boom!