Welcome, brother.
Liberator!
Our hero!
Welcome, young men.
Thank God you are safe.
Come on...
there is nothing to fear.
Go inside, that way.
Brother Zaid is a good man. A teacher.
We studied together.
He is going to offer you young men food and shelter,
for as long as you need.
You will not be in need of anything.
Sheikh Zaid!
Please come in.
Stay here.
The Sheikh will come visit you soon.
I'm not to leave?
It's for your protection. There are threats against you.
Not just the Israelis, but Muslim brothers, too,
who don't like your "al-Masih."
It's from all sides. I'm sorry.
But you'll be safer here.
What about the others?
They are not you.
Brother.
Something troubles you.
It's nothing.
You've trimmed your beard.
Perhaps we have both changed.
These boys will study and learn, like we did.
They will find purpose here, God willing.
It was good of you to bring them.
You are brave, my sons.
It was not easy to resist that cursed man...
that deceiver.
He could be the false messiah.
God, protect us!
His followers are doomed...
in this life and the next.
But you are strong, are you not?
Yes!
That's right.
You are strong.
Peace be upon you.
Peace be upon you, Sheikh.
How are you, my son?
Why do you call me your son?
I wish you were, Jibril.
God honors you.
And you have done great things, despite your youth.
Everything you've done for your nation... it's astonishing.
It wasn't just me.
I have heard otherwise. But, no matter.
Now...
Please, sit.
Do you have a sense of your plan, in the future?
I will trust al-Masih's plan...
whatever it is.
My son, I'm not asking for his plan. I'm asking for yours.
What is your will, Jibril?
My will?
False Prophet.