Omar Bin Khattab ( Series ) Full

Honestly, no one has held as firmly as you did,

when you are the weakest of them.

We know that they only gave in under duress,

while retaining their beliefs.

You know that Muhammad ordered them to do so, to protect their lives,

as long as they remain believers at heart.

Why don't you do like them?

I will not search your heart.

All I want from you is a mere verbal utterance,

a word to be heard by the people around us.

Harbour in your heart whatever pleases you.

I am certainly being fair to you. What do you say?

He is One. He is One.

What foul omen brought you to us, you evil slave!

Deserter! Deserter!

Deserter! Deserter! Deserter!

Deserter! Deserter!

Deserter! Deserter! Deserter!

This what we do with the idiots! - Which idiots do you mean?

Deserter! Deserter! Deserter!

Deserter! Deserter!

Deserter! Deserter! Deserter!

By God, it seems as if he is the one who is torturing you.

It is true. I saw people today looking from me to him.

I don't know to whom they are more sympathetic.

He does not fear death, while I fear to do more and he would die

before giving in to me. That would be a disgrace to me.

If he survives without giving in, my disgrace is even greater.

He doesn't leave me a way out.

A man does not seek to escape by giving in unless he has something to care for:

his life, wealth, family.

If he has none of these, no threat or torment is of any use.

He will go the whole length, even if it means his death.

What is the use of me wiping your back and chest when they will be torn again tomorrow?

Give them their word, Bilal, and think of its opposite.

No one will see what is in your heart.

No. No one will ever know what is in my heart.

That's it. That's it.

Then they will think I truly said it. I would have thus let my religion down

and supported the unbeliever, Umayyah Ibn Khalaf.

No! By God I will give them nothing.

I lived my life a slave, receiving and obeying orders. Not any more! Not any more!

Then die as you please. By God, you don't deserve sympathy.

Who begged for sympathy? You need it more than me.

As you please.

I am the one who is mad, for trying to help you.

Why are you so silent?

The fool! The fool!

If he is certainly going to die,

can't he find a sword to kill and then be killed?

Who are you talking about?

You are early today. The midday sun is not at its hottest yet.

Now, you dirty slave! - Father!

Now, Bilal. You know that we were always kind to you,

until you've done this.

I am your master and you are duty bound to obey me.

My master, yes. But God is the Master of all.

I haven't come to argue with you about your faith. But...

OK. Ok. You will not give me the word I want,

but I am offering you something no master has ever offered to his slave.

When we go out today, you say in front of the people a word by which

you don't renounce your faith but doesn't contradict my religion.

It pleases both parties. What do you say?

I've gone a long way towards you. You have to do the same so that we meet half way.

There is nothing between truth and falsehood except what is false.

When the truth shifts its ground, even by an inch, it loses its status as the truth.

Have you heard? You made me do this.

The slave is now in a position higher than his master's.

He refuses to give in, even by an inch. What disgrace! What disgrace!

How are our allies this morning?

It is not appropriate that my greeting is not returned with a similar one.

Sumayyah!

Sumayyah!

What has Sumayyah done today?

Has she combed her hair, worn perfume and her adornments to please her husband?

Yassir, how do you find your wife today?

Isn't she pleasant to look at ?

As for me, I am pleased with what I see.

If you like, you divorce her and I will pay her dowry.

How vile! Obscene!

Yes, that's right.

Patience, Yassir and family. I wish you were slaves!

I would have bought you your freedom.

But, as God's messenger has said: ''Patience, Yassir and family.

Heaven is our meeting place.''

He is One. He is One.

He is about to die. - Which of them?

This situation has produced people's worst qualities.

And their best.

Who could have thought that Bilal Ibn Rabah, Umayyah's slave,

could have shown such perseverance and resisted like a mountain?

By God, lying there in this condition, he is stronger and greater than Umayyah,

the chief of Jumah.

Is it Islam that does it?

Don't ask a question whose answer is bound to embarrass you.

Won't you go back, father? - Now, that he is so close?

Close to what?

It is either death, or he would give.

Does he, in his position, have anything to give?

How do you understand, Abu Jandal?

What pleasure is there in seeing someone dying?

It's curiosity, not pleasure.

Where to?

For me, neither pleasure nor curiosity.

Won't you fear God in your treatment of this weak man?

It is you who spoiled him and took him away from us.

Sell him to me.

You will thus save him and get rid of him.

How much will you pay? - Name your price.

Seven... Forty gold ounces.

It's a deal. I'll send you the money tonight.

He is no longer mine. He is no longer mine. I am not responsible for him.

Are you able to stand up?

O people. Witness this my declaration: I have set Bilal free.

He is my brother and friend. Nothing will separate us except death.

How kindly is Abu Bakr!

How kindly!

By Al-Lat, when Abu Bakr released him, he also released me.

How I suffered from that slave.

Now I am free of embarrassment. - How much did Abu Bakr buy him for?

By Al-Lat and Al-Uzza, had Abu Bakr insisted on buying him for one ounce,

I would have agreed. But I took advantage of him.

I've done that; haven't I? - Yes. Perhaps you did.

Why are you so sad as though you have lost a loved one?

No. I don't think he will survive today. I have seen the signs.

What are you talking about?

You mean your friend, Bilal. Apparently, you haven't gotten out today.

Would I go out to helplessly watch him dying?

You haven't gotten out today to see and know.

Know what?

If you are sorry for your friend, you better jump with joy for him.

Today was the best day of his life.

Abu Bakr bought him and set him free. - What?

As you heard. Yes, indeed.

What happened to you? I thought the news would please you.

Leave me alone. Go away.

Leave me alone.

Son, why are you wasting your money freeing such weak slaves:

Amir Ibn Faheerah, Umm Umais,

Abd Al-Dar's maid and her daughter,

and then the other maid, Zinneerah, and now Bilal?

Father, I don't mind spending all my money for God's sake.

These are my brothers in Islam, and they had no one to protect them.

Our people found them vulnerable and subjected them to torture,

while I am spared all trouble.

But you are freeing weak elements.

It would have been better for you to free some strong men to defend you.

All I want out of my action is to please God.

You, Yasser!

You are the father and the husband who will be obeyed.

Won't you take pity on them...

and save them from this hardship they are suffering?

Revert to our religion and tell them to revert also.

You will all be saved and you will live happily with your masters, the Makhzooms.

You are crying, Ammar!

You are crying!

Well, why shouldn't you cry for your father?

By God, I saw him carrying you when you were young

and putting charms on you.

I have never seen a father who is kinder to his children.

If you really care for your parents,

how could you do this to them?

It was you who tricked them and led them to this end.

How undutiful of you!

Look at them.

Look!

Most probably they won't see the morning.

They are not as strong as you are.

Is this the way a dutiful son behaves?

Do you think that a couple of tears are enough to show your dutifulness?

Now, if you say just one word, cursing Muhammad,

I will release them both now.

Sumayyah!

Sumayyah!

What a wicked wife and mother you are.

What mother is happy to see her own child tortured

when she can release him?

And your husband...

I think he will be the first of you to die.

I can clearly see death in people's faces.

No.

I don't think you will care if he dies.

You may care for your son,

but not for your husband.

I think you will be glad to see him die.

Why?

Why?

By Al-Lat, you believed in Muhammad

because you fell in love with him, as he is so handsome.

God damn you, you wicked, filthy, obnoxious one.

By God, a dung-beetle is more respectable than you.

Mother!

Call her if she will hear you.

Don't worry, you will join her soon.

Are you alright, father?

Don't give up, son.

Doesn't it make things easier for you that your mother is the first martyr in Islam?

I am the second.

Give my greetings to God's messenger.