BOOK SIGNING OF THE SEAS OF MY POEMS BY POET MEZEEL BEN SHAMLAN
What I said in the night breeze Is poetry that graces me
And that I grace
What I said in the night breeze is poetry That graces me
And that I grace
'Tis not simple
That which I made with my poetry
The burden, heavy as Mount Tuwaiq I carried
My father said to cherish my poetry
A long journey I walked with pride
'Tis not simple that which I made with my poetry
The burden, heavy as Mount Tuwaiq I carried
I know that I am worthy I know my value
And in poetry I am a… a prodigy
Go ahead.
Forgive us for the turnout, you know,
with the exams going on, that's why no one came.
I… It's… It's okay. It's fine.
God bless.
Thank you so much, dear. God bless you.
What I said In the night breeze
Is poetry that graces me…
The burden was as heavy…
A… A… As the Tuwaiq Mountain But I carried it
In the name of Allah the Most Merciful.
Hey, you, step back. Go away! Sh!
There's no power nor strength except in Allah.
God help us all, sir. God.
Between my poetry And that of all Muslims
There's a barrier that is unreachable By the Hajrasa people
They flanked us from the left To the right
One had his stallion And another had his mare
Uh, well said, sir.
I knew your father, may he rest in peace.
He was a great poet.
Ah, the old man, I, uh… I wasn't with him in his last years.
Why?
His fourth wife was there, and, um… Mm…
I know you're a poet. I heard you at the event.
Thank you. You are a great poet yourself.
Check your phone.
I want you to come to Al-Mreys.
Thursday and Friday night.
They're hosting a duel unlike any other.
Uh…
God willing… we'll compete there.
Uh, God willing.
And I want you to take this ring.
Um… What… Uh…
-What is it? -This will provide you with poetry.
This ring?
Absolutely, this ring.
Nah, no, thank you so much, sir. Take it. You can have it.
God willing, see you at Al-Mreys.
ALKHALLAT +: THE SERIES DESERT RULES
TWISTED TONGUE
Huh, how was the event tonight?
You know what? I think people liked it.
How come? My brother Talal said no one came, and it was empty.
-How did Talal know? -He was there, watching.
Oh. That dimwit brother of yours…
Mezeel, easy. Calm down.
You see? You're doing it again.
What is it?
It's okay. Don't stress yourself, love. It's my fault.
11:31
-Poet Mezeel. Poet Mezeel. Good evening. -Uh…
We heard that you're here today to get even with Ben Shalfa,
after what he did to your father, Shamlan, may he rest in peace.
First of all, let me say…
Um…
Speak louder.
We'll… We'll meet on the battlefield.
But anyway, he's no… good… good.
Oh, wow, wow. So, this is your statement, Ben Shamlan.
And now, our dear viewers,
as usual, we bring you the most exclusive comebacks.
Ben Shamlan says to Ben Shalfa, "You're no good,
and we shall meet on the battlefield."
Forgive us for the interruption, guys. Forgive the interruption.
Today, we have a big challenge.
A fierce statement from Ben, uh, Shamlan,
to our legendary poet, Ben Shalfa.
Where is he? Where's Ben Shamlan? Hey, Ben Shamlan.
Poet Mezeel. Ben Shamlan.
Where did that poet go?
Excuse me!
Someone locked the door.
Excuse me.
Man, open the door.
Who locked the door?
Poet Mezeel?
Where is he? Where is Ben Shamlan? Hey, Ben Shamlan!
You… You…
You're the one who taught me You're the one who…
Y… You're the one who…
-How are you doing? -Oh, my goodness.
You threw up all that's left in your stomach.
-What are you doing here? -Why would I sit out there?
-Yeah… -I follow you.
-It's just that my stomach… -What about your stomach?
Your stomach is just fine!
-The duel feels a bit strange to me. -What's strange?
It's my first time seeing a poetry completion with drums.
-I don't know how to do this. -You will manifest.
Thank you, but when you're good at a… poetry style, you're good at it,
even if you're slow. But this is totally different.
The style changes depending on the audience.
-I'm done. Take it, take it. -No, no, no, no, no, no.
Keep it with you.
I can tell that you will find your way.
-Really? -Really.
The only way for you is up.
You must eliminate them all.
Those who stand in your way, you'll eliminate.
Yeah, but I mean, the cadence is, uh… is a bit difficult. It's, uh…
You're the one… one…
You're the one…
Just forget about it and improvise, man. Go.
-Here we go. -Come on, go.
Yeah. God willing.
Here comes our great poet Ben Shamlan,
the son of the great poet.
Hello!
BREAKING NEWS
Hello.
Welcome!
Ooh… Uh…
Ooh… Aah…
And you are…
…the…
And you are the one…
Come on. Say it. Say it.
You… You… And you…
Somebody help him.
Ooh…
Ooh… O… One.
You are… the one.
What are you trying to say? Just say it.
Ah, ah, ah, ah. Listen.
You, who cannot see the mountain Take a step back
You don't have a weapon to fight with May Allah guide you
Even your tongue is dry Inside your mouth today
A man who can't accept an apology Doesn't deserve one
I received the bike last year.
There was an event, and a man gave it to me, may God bless him.
God bless him.
I parked it with the others in my garage.
-And I gave it a name. -What did you name it?
I named it Black Eye, because it's black.
-Yeah. -You can have it.
In the Name of Allah, in the Name of Allah.
THE SEAS OF MY POETRY
-Hey. -Good evening, Mezeel.
Glad to see you! What are you doing here?
Well, as you can see.
This truck is German-made, but, uh… it's no good.
It just stopped out here.
Come, come, come, come, come, come.
It's okay, It's okay. I'll fix it… You can go home. Don't worry about it.
Man, get in, get in, get in.
Come on.
No, that's not necessary.
It is necessary.
No need, I swear.
Get in, man. Come on.
Okay.
-Welcome, welcome. -Thank you.
-Welcome. -Thank you, sir.
Man, praise be to Allah.
That guy, Ali Ben Shalfa…
Don't pay attention to him or to what he says.
We're on a… we're on a freeway, sir.
We can't be playing…
…uh, music and things like that.
Let's put on the Quran station.
Play the Quran or play the Sunnah.
-Ah, yes, yes. I'll play Quran. -Go ahead!
Yeah. The Quran is good.
Indeed Allah has said the truth.
There's no god but Allah…
What's wrong?
You want to see my feet?
No, man. I wasn't looking at your foot. I… I was looking at the pedal.
Just look, if it makes you feel better.
No, no, sir. Curse Satan. It's okay.
I won't look at it, man. What are you talking about?
You don't want to see it?
See?
This is my foot!
You want a photo with it?
I can't believe you!
I'm really sorry. Forgive me, sir.
One who doesn't know you cannot grasp your worth.
But you can't blame me, man. I'm stressed enough as it is.
And you keep showing up out of the blue,
and one time, you showed up with a black cat.
I thought of you today as I was walking out of the mall.
You looked different, then you came back to the way you look now!
Since I saw you, I liked you and knew that you were a great poet.
-So I want to be honest. -Really?
Now, I, my friend…
I didn't want to tell you.
But since you forced me to,
I'm a jinn spirit.
-Wow. -And I specialize mainly in poetry.
We, the jinns…
We always have the freedom to choose.
-We can take whatever shape we want. -How?
Do you see my face now?
Huh?
-And that's me, with my big eyes. -I seek refuge in Allah.
-I seek refuge in Allah from the devil. -And here's a face.
What's the matter?
-You look like you've seen a ghost. -Enough, man. Enough. Stop it, please.
Just let me show you this face.
This is my city look.
Such as the Boulevard or Wonderland.
I know the nose is big.
Let me show you a face that's better.
This last one is for special missions. What a scaredy-cat.
Please. Please, I won't bother you again. Please. Please.
See?
Do whatever you want as long as you won't possess me or something like that. Please.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Not at all.
Just come with me, and I'll untie that tongue of yours.
I'll untie that tongue of yours for good.
Then, you'll be able to beat any poet.
Did you notice that you're not stuttering anymore?
You are ready!
Okay, so… We can't stay here all night, can we?
So, where are we going now? What do you want? What are we doing?
Now put your right hand in mine.
Nothing will happen to me if I shake your hand?
Come on, man. You're going to be okay.
Thanks be to Allah. We're finally done.
We can wash the truck if you want.
And we can wash other things too.
What things?
Call your wife.
Tell her that you'll be away for a whole week.
Seven full days.
Okay.
Hi, how are you? Good?
I'm with some poets, and we're going on a hawking trip in the desert.
Yeah. The whole week.
There's no… no signal out there.
Later. Bye now.
Thanks be to Allah!
Now, buckle up and…
brace yourself.
Let's go, let's go.
-Nothing better than cleanliness. -Right.
And the things that need to be cleaned the most
are your insides.
Let's clean it all up.
Yes, like this.
-We're here. -Here where?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no, no, wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait. What's that?
My… My heart is racing. Where have you taken us?
Where in the world are we?
What has gotten into you?
My heart is racing.
What's wrong, man? Your heart is fine!
No, it's not.
If only you weren't so scared and paranoid!
I feel… I feel like I'm dying. I can't.
Don't be afraid. Get up.
We're still in the beginning, why are you like this?
My stomach is…
Don't you want to be a master of poetry?
I'm going to be sick.
Ah.
Come on, man, get up. God will help you. He will help you.
Ah.
You will be okay.
Come on.
You're praying to Allah, so what are you afraid of?
Yeah, Ayatu Al-Kursi is good.
-Where are we going? -We're going to the…
We're going to the… the… the… the well.
Yeah?
Over there, you'll come face to face with the girl who's going to untie your tongue.
Hang on. I just got married recently.
I'm not into that kind of thing. Please.
You're just scared, that's all.
You're saying this out of fear.
In the Name of Allah!
-Come on, boy. -Please, sir.
I swear, my heart is beating so fast. I don't know what you're doing.
Don't be scared! Listen.
The well,
that well is, uh…
-Here. You will see it. -Uh… Yeah.
This is the well.
Thanks be to Allah.
-What do we do now? -Now, go over there.
Okay.
In the Name of Allah the Most Merciful.
What do I do now?
Now, as soon as you see the moon
perfectly aligned with the well's opening…
Yeah?
Then you'll take the ring,
and you'll throw it in the water.
-That's all? -That's all.
A Bedouin girl will arrive.
But don't look her in the eye.
Don't even take a glimpse at her eyes.
Yeah.
But don't look her in the eye.
She sank back in. She's gone.
She went back down.
Because you looked in her eyes.
-I swear I didn't look at her. Believe-- -Yes, you did!
Just at the end.
Now she won't come back until next month.
And we'll have to repeat this whole process all over again?
Yes, yes, that's right.
-No, please. -The moon must be perfectly aligned…
-with the well. -I understand it has to be aligned.
But come on, maybe you can do something to get around it. Huh?
-There is a way. -Huh?
Wait for me here.
I'll go for a bit and come back.
Just don't be long, please. Don't be long.
Why are you looking around?
-Nothing, I'm just, uh… -You're what?
Admiring the place.
-This place… -Yeah?
-…and this pot. -Yeah?
I want you to fill it with mud from the well.
-Here! -What?
Dive in, dive in.
-No way! -What do you mean?
-No way. You haven't seen her. -Yes, you are.
No way. You didn't see how she sank back in.
I'm not going down there. Never.
-You scared her away! -No.
Come on, boy.
I'm not going down.
There's no power nor strength except in Allah. Now what?
I won't do it, man. No way.
We belong to Allah, and to him we will return.
-Good job, Mezeel. Now, fill the pot. -Yeah?
And dip in the pot.
As soon as it's filled all the way up,
attach it to this rope.
I'll pull it up, and as soon as it's up,
I'll come back and pull you up.
-You'll pull me up? -Yes, I will.
-Can you? -Of course.
Please, don't leave me down here!
I won't, don't worry, Mezeel.
So many meals have been cooked in this pot.
There is no god but Allah.
But that doesn't bother the Bedouin girl.
Okay, so… what do we do with this?
You'll find out in a bit.
-Tell me wh-- -There.
-Okay. -There.
There. Huh?
Okay, there.
Are you shooting a penalty kick? What's this?
One,
two,
three,
four,
five, six,
seven,
eight.
What are you pointing at? What's wrong with you?
What are you doing?
Here's your ring.
Where'd you get it from?
Allah brought it back.
Okay. Now what?
Come over here.
Sit right here.
Face this direction. That's it.
-This way? -Yeah.
Come on, open it.
Here.
I hope this isn't black magic.
No magic here.
Concentrate and sit with yourself.
What do I do now?
Now buckle up and brace yourself.
Mezeel. Hey, Mezeel.
Come here.
Hey, Mezeel.
In the Name of Allah…
La, la, ta, da, la, la, la, la
What are you doing to me?
I'm not continuing with this! I'm not!
I swear!
Help me, please! Please help!
La, la, la, ta, da, da…
There's no god but Allah.
Am I dead or what?
Hey.
Am I dead? Where am I?
God damn that old man.
You made it safely, Mezeel.
Where am I? Is this Barzakh or what?
You are in your subconscious mind.
How… How did you become so short?
God has gifted us with this power.
We can change in appearance and size.
Okay.
-And this is who? -Where?
…to the food I wasn't the hastiest
For the greediest of men…
Are the hastiest eaters!
Hey, Mezeel!
The hastiest.
Well done.
I knew you were a poet since childhood.
That's the goal. That's it.
There's no god but Allah.
This woman will be your partner on the journey that's ahead of you.
There's no god but Allah. Look at her.
My God…
Mezeel?
Is this the hawking trip? Huh?
What the hell is she doing here?
What are you doing?
Listen, dear.
I swear, we've done nothing of what you're thinking.
We're just searching through his poet's mind.
Oh, really?
Yes! That's what we've been doing!
Really?
-He explained. What's wrong with you? -Forgive us.
-She… She just misunderstood. -Come!
Come here!
Ha.
Uh…
What is this house?
Our house when I was little, in Fawwaz.
One square meter of land here is worth 10 or 15 today.
What are you, a real estate agent?
Let's move on. Come on!
Between the color of cocoa And that of saffron dye
Is the shade of your hair O beautiful one
Let the wind move through it Gently and tenderly
Wherever your hair moves My love moves with it
Your walk folds your robe Help me God
My eyes follow the movement of your robe Help me God
Well said!
This is, uh… This is the house of my childhood. I remember it well.
You got your illness here,
and this is where you'll heal from it.
Nice interior design.
Yeah.
Who was your contractor?
I was a little kid. How would I know the contractor?
You, who's still a student In my field
-I'm a poet and an artist -That's my father.
This is too difficult for you…
-Father. I wrote a poem. -That's me when I was a kid.
You wore your headscarf the same way. And you have the same… Wow!
Be quiet. Be quiet. Sit… Sit down.
Anyway…
I don't remember him dismissing me in front of the other kids.
Actually, that's the cause of your affliction.
This is why you stutter.
What do you mean 10,000? That's nonsense, it's very expensive.
No way. Hey, listen, I'm not going to pay this amount.
-Dhafer, come here. -Don't argue too much.
Come see this. He's buying his poems!
-Mezeel! Come here! Come here! -Huh?
-What's wrong? -Nothing.
There is your mother. She just came in.
Uh…
This is why you stutter.
Let's leave. Come on, boy, let's go.
Come on.
Let's go.
God help you. Your problem was caused by your mother and father.
There's no god but Allah. But it can be fixed.
God forgive them and absolve them. It is what it is.
You're in luck. See that woman?
Man, you're lucky.
There's no god but Allah. There's the daughter of Light.
Mezeel.
What?
You see her?
Yeah.
He says, are you human? Or are you an angel?
You're definitely an angel You're definitely human
I wonder, are you real?
Or are you a figment of my imagination?
Man, are you proposing to her or what?
Tell me, what am I supposed to do with her? What do I do?
Just touch her finger. Put your finger on hers.
Your luck will change.
Ta, da, la, la…
-Come on. -In the name of Allah. Thank you.
Hey, friend, what's today?
It's Thursday.
Thanks.
Peace and greetings to you If a man comes to you, don't go to him
We're men of actions
And we're proud
I'm here to teach you a lesson
That might do you good, you fool
Start the fire You judge a fire by its flame
Listen, boy. Listen.
Not so fast, man. Not so fast.
Poetry is etched In my head
And I've beaten so many heads
I'm a poet, and the whole poetry arena Is crushed under my foot
O poor boy, you say You came here to teach me lessons?
Start the fire You judge a fire by its flame
Start the fire You judge a fire by its flame…
Hey!
Mama's boy.
Wait a minute! Here comes Mezeel, dear viewers.
He's back to take his revenge on our poet, Ali Ben Shalfa.
Let's see what happens today. It looks like we're having a poetry duel.
We have a poetry duel here, and it's not going to be easy.
I was born on my feet My head up high in the clouds
And I love achieving greatness And counting victories
I have big goals And great, magnificent dreams
And my soul is with the unseen Floating in its skies
And stuttering never stopped Moses Peace be upon him
From his prophecy His message, or his purpose
Poetry is not about force and rivalry
And bullying makes it sound like a bray
Poetry comes from the soul Before it's made into words
It ascends to the skies And sits among galaxies
A soul needs discipline and needs respect
And arrogance is the worst pest to a soul…
What's this? What is he doing? Look at that! He's ruining the event.
Come on.
And my childhood made me drink All its bitterness
I taught myself And I built my poetry a shrine
I denounced my mentor And followed my heart
And I… Never bought a poem
Selling poetry is forbidden
And people have different wills And levels of determination
I took a trip for a week That felt like 2,000 years
I experienced all the meanings And I swam in their depths
I set you free, my poetry companion With the covered face
And I free the jinn From my crazed self
If Ben Shalfa can keep up with me I'll bow down to him
What? What is he doing?
But he has a weak spirit And he can't take me on
He has jinn servants And abuses all intellect and passion
Four jinns That he feeds off unlawfully
But I have the medicine That will cure his disease
And I can teach him about consequences
Now, Ben Shalfa As of tonight, you can say goodbye
As for the duel You taste defeat at my hands
-Mm. -Mm.
Is it good?
This is good.
-Enjoy. -Mashallah, it's good.
-Did you pray? Good. -Yeah. Yeah.
-Peace be upon you. -Peace be upon you.
Ghazi!
Hey, Dhafer. Hi.
Get in. Are you having trouble?
Uh, my car broke down, and I'm stuck, and…
There's no signal.
-Broke down? Get in, man! Come on! -I'll try to make it start.
Get in.
Get in!
Come on, eat.
-You're welcome, you're welcome. -Thank you. God bless you.
He says Are you human?
Or are you an angel?
You're definitely an angel You're definitely human
I wonder, are you real? Or a figment of my imagination?
You're the wildness of poetry And laughter on a pleasant evening
Are you permissible or forbidden? You're the sweetest permissible sin
You're all the pleasures of the night The green blossom of my heart
You're music that paints a smile On the face of the night
Before my eyes had the pleasure Of seeing you
I was a respected man
Then I got lost in the crowd To my surprise
Sway like this Shake like that
My heart went rogue with your waist
It sways with your body to the right It sways with your body to the left
Your dress that's adorned with flowers Hides sweet fruits underneath it
How can it resist The weight of your buttocks?
I'm all yours if you come towards me And I'm all yours if you turn your back
I'm helpless when I see your dimples And your ankle bracelet
Sing, your singing is to die for And pull on your string
I swear, I'm on top of the moon I'm just a man
Please, let in the light of dawn
Let me live your beauty through it
And through your silver necklace That was tempted by your neck
Then it fell between those clementines And got burned by the beauty
Your silver necklace Was tempted by your neck
Then it fell between those clementines And got burned by the beauty
Is this a chest? Are these ripe fruits?
Or is it a grave?
Are these ripe fruits? Or is it a grave?
Neither can it fall under your waist
Sway with the music And make us forget our misery
Tonight, I feel richer than Bin Talal
You numb my nerves And I'm foolishly raving with you
If Prince Nayef sentences me to prison
He's my master, and he's judgment is just
God rest his soul.
I crumble with the pillow feathers That have scattered all over
Let it take revenge for Eve On the bravest of men
I'm lost in your black eyes That are lined with magic
Your eyelashes curled over your cheeks Are longing for the moon
I'm lost in all your beauty But God forgives
I submit to the one who made you beautiful In awe and supplication
O' girl, how playful you are
You're a mix between desert and city Queen of hearts that seek perfection
Sway recklessly and arrogantly Play recklessly and arrogantly
You're entitled to And I'm entitled too because I'm human
I might slip But the creator forgives humans
Come close, before the night ends And you become just a fantasy
Thank you.
Well said. before the night ends And you become just a fantasy