Predicament in Sight (ومن كآبة المنظر)

In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful,

ladies and gentlemen, peace be upon you.

We have received an urgent announcement.

The General Authority of Civil Aviation reported that this morning

a Douglas DC-3 plane disappeared over the Red Sea.

The plane, flight number 2339,

was bound for London from Jeddah via Cairo.

Contact with the pilot was lost at 1 a.m.

Traffic control tried to reestablish contact

for several hours, but unsuccessfully.

The coast guard was contacted...

Oh Allah!

Allah is great.

Let go of me!

I'm going crazy!

We ask the Almighty for the safety of all passengers.

Allah's peace and mercy be upon you.

We belong to Allah!

And to Him we will return.

PREDICAMENT IN SIGHT

Allah!

Allah, what did we do to deserve this?

Oh Allah.

The unfortunate…

Again. I swear I'm still alive.

-Allah. -I'm just resting.

Allah.

Allah.

Allah.

Allah, keep us alive if living is best for us.

Let us die if death is best.

Don't pray for our death, just ask for yours.

Have you seen a black Samsonite briefcase?

I'm praying for your forgiveness.

Thanks. Mind your business.

Look around. Two hours ago, there were eight of us alive.

Are you a friend of Azrael or something?

Guys, have you seen a black Samsonite briefcase?

Is this really the time?

We're about to die and you're blathering about a briefcase!

-It contains important things. -About to die?

-You can say that, right? -It's not your business.

Please, it contains important things.

Everyone, calm down.

As they say, "To Allah we belong and to Him we will return."

This is not a paper plane. There is the black box.

A plane has disappeared.

Thank Allah, the black box is reliable.

It will do its job without our help.

Engineer Mohamed's satellite phone

will let us contact any part of the world.

All I ask of you is to calm down.

We are in good hands.

Does that mean they'll find us?

THREE WEEKS LATER

That's it. They arrived in less than 13 hours.

Captain, your signature please, in case they claim they saved us in less than--

Can't you keep quiet?

Not to worry.

Hejazi and Lotfy are working on it.

A chopper will come to take us and will bring us to London.

Don't worry. You just stay where you are.

It worked.

It's dead.

Calling...

We are from missing Flight 2339.

We are alive.

Tell them we are in the desert.

Tell them we've been here for seven months. We're going to die.

Two or three weeks. Come on!

Dear Allah!

I don't know what's going to happen.

We have no communication and nobody came close to this area.

I'll only say, God damn Israel.

Don't worry. It's a simple wound.

-What are you doing? -I'm sterilizing it, Ismail.

No. Not the Kotex.

-The wound must be cleaned. -Gently, then.

Gently.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is exposed. Golda Meir is a whore.

-Right. -Hitler used to summon her.

-Really? -Yes!

You know nothing. Solomon's Temple is a gimmick.

It was found 2,000 years ago. We know it very well.

-How many cans have you eaten? -It's my food.

It's my food.

Go to hell. It's for all of us.

All that food is not enough for you? We are only four.

Five.

Is the Egyptian still alive?

Am I not speaking Arabic?

We ate a quarter of our food in less than a month.

Are you going to make a fuss about nothing?

Captain!

Ismail! Besides his broken leg, there is a cut in his belly.

It's really bad.

-Are you crazy? Don't want me to eat? -Praise be to Allah.

Did you clean the wound?

Yes, but we won't be able to move him until he gets better.

Who told you he will be moved?

That would be crazy.

At some point, we'll scout the area. We can't just stay here.

Food will run out and we'll die.

Praise be to Allah, didn't I tell you to bring the battery?

Just a minute. Sit down. Clear your head.

Suppose we walk for 30 kilometers and the government arrives.

They'll see only dead bodies. They won't see us...

I hope you choke and die.

A new decision: from now on, food will be equally distributed among us.

No, not equally.

Based on individual needs and expiration dates.

According to weight.

-He who ate the most, will get the least. -No.

Right now, we have left: 40 cans of fruit, 25 of vegetables,

23 of corn, 19 bottles of water,

14 gallons of Zamzam water, 22 cans of soda,

two boxes of ajwa dates, four of sukkari, one of khalasa,

two of barhi, one of sari, two of sagai--

We got it, we have a lot of dates. What else?

Four boxes of halawa, one plate of laddu, one of labaneya, seven bars of chocolate,

one bag of pips, and 30 candies. Useful things other than food include:

more than 90 batteries, which will benefit Mohamed and Lotfy.

One emergency ax, one Quran in Pakistani, one in French,

a lot of clothes, nine condoms...

Who packed condoms?

I'll take them if no one objects. The more, the better.

And there are things that are definitely useless.

Nine vinyl LPs, two boxes of hookah tobacco,

sixtyt-three issues of the same magazine,

which we've memorized by heart, and 12 videos.

The distribution as follows: nine cans of fruit

are to be deducted from Adnan...

-Not the canned fruit, I love it. -Our tasks are divided.

The first task is preservation. The second is caring for Ismail.

Third, fix the satellite phone or any means of communication.

Fourth, search the wreckage for supplies. This will buy us three months.

More than enough time for help to arrive.

Allah is great.

Praise be to Allah.

Did you find faith while cutting wood?

-Allah is great. -What, are you praying now?

Sunset prayer.

It's not time yet, Adnan.

I'm improvising, Mr. Philosopher.

So sunset and evening prayers are combined?

Then come teach me how to pray to my God!

Don't stir up trouble, Adnan. Take care of the wood.

Or you'll do it tomorrow.

Captain Hassan, you should fear Allah. The government has entrusted us to you.

-What capitain? -You are soft on the wounded Egyptian,

but I...

I'm asthmatic.

I'm weak and I have the hardest tasks. Allah!

We divided the tasks yesterday.

I'm telling you I'm asthmatic and I didn't bring my Ventolin. How...

How can you treat me like the others? I'll not...

A hookah and enough Ventolin for a year.

This is oppression! You can't give me things little by little,

while I...

-What are you doing? -What?

Who told you to do it this way? Move. Get out of here!

I thought I'd save you time.

Come, hold this.

All these rocks!

Using parts of the plane, I managed to create a numbers station,

a radio station capable of broadcasting an encrypted message

that can be deciphered only by its recipients.

They, in turn, will form a committee...

You idiot!

Sorry.

What is that? You wasted a day of work.

Shame on you, Lotfy.

-Sorry, guys. I'll fix it. -You can't fix it.

We need more wood.

Allah is great.

Guys, whose fruit is this?

It's mine, Captain. I left it there.

I swear, Adnan, if night falls and we have no wood,

-you'll not sit by the fire with us. -Good. Let's draw a line.

Everybody must depend on themselves. Everyone marks his territory.

I want nobody here,

I don't want to help anyone or to receive help from anyone.

With all the desert, why just that space?

You got the spot for the toilet.

So you wouldn't see me shitting at the end of the night.

No problem. Go on. Keep at it.

But tonight, you won't warm up with us.

Also, no extra food for you from the luggage.

What's this talk? What are you? A donkey?

Damn those idiots.

It hurts.

Lie down.

It's all right. You will be okay.

-Give me the fruit and take this. -No, it's yours.

-What is mine? -Everything.

Give it to him. You want it, take it.

All of it? Divide it equally.

No, I found it.

-I'll take it. -You found it...

Ismail!