Abraham: The Friend of God (ابراهیم خلیل الله)

It's me, Satan!

It's me, Satan!

Satan, the banished!

The accursed! The disfavoured!

The humiliated!

Expelled from the empyrean!

Thrown down to the earth!

But Jehovah gave me till the end of times.

So, hear me man, son of Adam!

With time still ticking, I will not be inactive.

I will lead you into various temptations and sins.

I will lead you into ignorance.

Sweet ignorance!

The great idol! Second only to Nimrod!

Who are you?

Sent by God!

This a hallowed idol-house!

Babel in the land of the Chaldeans was ruled by Nimrod. son of Cush.

Babel in the land of the Chaldeans was ruled by Nimrod, son of Cush.

Also known as Babylon, it was a small part of Nimrod's kingdom.

Yet, it was the largest city I in the region.

Nimrod was the most powerful man on earth.

Fig was considered the god of gods.

And his people worshipped him besides many other idols.

People of Babel!

I swear to you by Nimrod, the god of gods.

I was dusting a certain idol.

And even though my action was a form of worship.

He cursed me with an eternal curse.

Give way to Azar!

Give way to the one who crafts the gods with his hands.

Give way to the one who crafts the gods with his hands.

May Azar put an end to this curse!

Give way to Azar, please!

He forms the gods with his hands.

And by the generosity of this great sage

the greatest priest of Babel

one's fate is decided

the clouds disperse and the sky of Babel brightens.

When Azar uses his hands and tools, a god takes shape.

And when a god is created,

Nimrod, the great monarch, holds him dear in this land.

I have not sculpted this cursed idol.

Obeis, the other sculptor, did.

You're a great poet.

My carvers would make your god worthy of your words

and that, without charging you.

Out of the way!

Bow down!

Out of the way!

Bow down!

What are you looking at?

That ungrateful Nimrod.

He doesn't appreciate me.

Me!

Obeis!

How can anyone holds Azar's idols worthier

than mine?

Sarai!

What are Nimrod's troops going to do to him?

What are you talking about?

Abram didn't prostrate.

What?

They arrested him, father.

Even though he's Azar's protege.

What will become of him? What?

The law is: prostrate or be punished.

Lot, is it Abram again?

He refuses to prostrate.

What have you done, Abram?

Do you enjoy being in this dark dungeon?

Is it better than home?

Should I prostrate

before a man who's flesh and bone like me

even though he's the head of an empire?

That's enough, Abram!

That bitter tongue of yours

has disturbed Nimrod and his followers.

Be careful!

Soon, even I, Azar, won't be able to intervene on your behalf.

Azar, why are you making my son son pt idols?

I am,hunted by the ghost of Abram's deceased mother.

I make Abram carve stones like my other children.

Gut his father lets him stay here so he can learn the craft

and knows well that his son sculpt with such great finesse.

He's even superior to my own sons.

Sculpt! Sculpt!

For you shall be my successor!

What have you done?

- It's only rock... - It's a god to worship!

This stone?

How can you worship what you yourself make?

You are my future, understand?

You won't carve for me anymore.

From now on you'll be selling. Selling only.

You'll go to the bazaar and sell gods to your fellow Babylonians.

Idols! Polished and colored!

Cheap ones! Expensive ones!

Neither useful, nor harmful!

Buy an idol! Buy an idol!

Cheap ones! Expensive ones!

Get a good deal on my gods!

They do no harm and they do no good. Buy now!

Your own personal god made in Babel!

I took you in, Abram.

With love, I taught you everything. Everything!

You should use what you were taught to grow the business.

Not destroy it!

Sculpt it again like this! sculpt again!

Sculpt with inspiration, finesse and joy!

Let your gifted hands turn hideous rocks into divine creation.

Sculpt gods with your hands.

Who created your hands and mine?

I bought you from Azar with my money.

So, I have power over you.

I am your god.

You must kneel before me.

Kneel!

You may be a god to the stupid Babylonians

but you're not a god to me.

Kneel!

Kneel!

Whose throne is that?

The great Nimrod's throne!

I only sit on that throne

because of the people’s ignorance.

But you, you are clever

because you know to keen feeding their ignorance.

As long as the people stay ignorant

my throne is secure

and I can rule them better than a god.

But you are the god of Babel!

You were freed at last.

Captured Nimrod's cruelty Freed by Azar's intercession.

Aren't you afraid? I might Nimrod's spy.

Nimrod's spies are not as kind as you, Sarai.

What do you know about Sarai's kindness?

Nimrod's followers don't help the needy.

Another Azar masterpiece!

These hands create miracles!

Elf Nimrod sees you. he'll forget his godship!

Polish it!

Lot, any news?

He's gone again to the mountain to pray!

Pray! Pray! Pray!

Abram is my student, but he's nothing like me.

I'll go look for him at the farm.

Maybe he's returned.

You're Nimrod's eyes. Harpak.

You were supposed to cause Azar to be disfavoured

not favoured!

You also promised that Azar's idol would never reach the idol-house

but it did and endeared Nimrod.

My idol was supposed to charm Nimrod.

It's very hard, Obeis.

The day you were expelled from Nimrod's court

Nimrod bestowed upon Azar

the official commission to sculpt all the kingdom's approved gods.

A commission I think is too heavy a burden for him.

No, Harpak.

Maybe, it'll help if I disclose to Nimrod our little secret.

Then, it'll be really hard.

Don't threaten me. Obeis!

If need be, I'll bury you alive. Then, you'll be really finished.

I did think of that possibility.

That's why I revealed your secret to someone I trust.

He's instructed

to divulge everything to Nimrod

in case you decide to kill me. Harpak.

I will never forget that fateful day when I went to the forest.

Fist I saw a horse. then you and

then her...

You win.

Azar's idols won't enter the idol-house of Babel.

Now go, Obeis. Don't stay here.

That's good, Harpak. Good.

Harpak.

Obeis will reveal our secret to your husband the king

if I don't get rid of his rival. Azar.

Then, we'll kill both him and Nimrod.

Lord Almighty!

You've called me out from among my people!

But my people don't worship you.

They worship nothing!

Listen!

Oh, celestial bodies who are our gods!

Oh, stars in the heavens. who hide in your bosom our future.

7 our lives, our riches, our empire, and our world.

Our lives, our riches, our empire, and our world.

Behold us', your servants!

What are you worshipping?

You are not wanted.

Leave us be!

Which star do you worship?

Could it be Venus. the brightest in the heavens?

But, I worship Jehovah, more luminescent than any star.

What happened to Venus? It's not as bright anymore.

It faded before the moon. So. now your new god is the moon.

A much larger and brighter god for you.

Why are you mocking us?