The Patience Stone 2013

In Persian folklore, there’s a mystical stone known as the Syng-e-saboor, or the Patience Stone, where one can unveil their deepest secrets and sorrows. According to legend, this stone absorbs every whispered word and tragedy until it eventually shatters, delivering the confessor from their burdens. It’s said that this stone might even be housed in the Kaaba, and when it breaks, the end of times will occur.

The Patience Stone transcends the conventional war narrative. Based on the acclaimed novel that clinched the Prix Goncourt 2008, it has been brilliantly brought to life by the author Atiq Rahimi (famed for Earth and Ashes, 2004) in collaboration with the legendary screenwriter Jean-Claude Carrière, known for works like The Unbearable Lightness of Being (1988) and Belle de Jour (1967).

Set against the backdrop of post-Soviet occupied Kabul, the city is a battlefield where factions of mujahidin viciously clash over its remnants. Within this devastated landscape, a man lies comatose, struck down not in the honor of his faith or nation but during a senseless fratricide born from a fleeting insult. His wife kneels beside him, her prayer beads in hand, reciting the names of Allah as instructed by the mullah, who promised that her husband would soon regain consciousness. However, weeks pass, and his silence remains unbroken.

Within mere moments of the film, we understand that this narrative deviates from clichés surrounding the proud Afghan warrior. The haunting atmosphere is palpable as battles rage on, with the tension intensifying whenever bombshells and gunfire echo nearby. Here, Kabul—though never explicitly named—serves as a stand-in for any war-torn Muslim nation, reminiscent of the current conflicts in regions like Syria.

The Woman (her name remains unknown) is trapped in a cycle of devotion and despair as she remains by her husband’s side, attending to him while the world outside crumbles. Left alone with her two daughters, she occasionally gathers the courage to venture outside her sanctuary for essentials, but finds herself rebuffed by water-carriers and pharmacists who will not lend her any more help. Her last connection to family, an aunt running a brothel, is a refuge she reluctantly seeks, leaving her daughters behind for their safety. Despite the palpable danger surrounding her, she returns to her husband’s bedside, navigating through her profound fears and growing loneliness.

As her hope begins to wane, so does her conviction to pray. Yet, she continues to speak to the inert body that once held dominion over her life, sharing pieces of her past—her thwarted desires, the harsh realities of her arranged marriage, and the painful memory of her sister’s sale to mitigate her father’s debts. With each passing day, her voice gains strength—she no longer quietly endures. Rather, she confronts the very essence of her discontent, challenging Allah and lamenting the perpetuation of male violence and pride. She emerges not as a mere shadow, but as the voice of countless oppressed women, proclaiming, “The voice that emerges from my throat is the voice buried for thousands of years.”

As the sounds of shells burst ever closer, the Woman seeks shelter in a neighboring cellar during one terrifying encounter. When marauding soldiers invade her home, she narrowly escapes dishonor by asserting that she sells her body as they do their blood, aware that their morality labors under the weight of their beliefs. However, a younger soldier returns with intent to make a demand for her “services.” Torn and despondent, she ultimately gives in while fostering an unexpected bond with him. As his story unravels before her, she finds her instinct to nurture growing, entwined with a mix of compassion and desperation.

Finally, as anguish and desires collide, the Patience Stone within her bursts forth, releasing the burdens she has held within. As the Man awakens, reaching for her, she retaliates, albeit violently. But in a brutal twist, he suffocates her, a metaphorical liberation from the constraints of a lifetime of oppression. The narrative unfolds not in the explicit mention of location or names but captures the universality of the struggle against societal and gender expectations.

As the story organically shifts to a fable-like quality, it concludes with a powerful moment of rebirth. The Woman’s eyes flutter open as she joyfully exclaims, “I am a Prophet! I just made a miracle!” Through this affirmation, she defies the labels placed upon her, stepping away from the shadows into her own truth, marking a transformative moment for herself and all who endure in silence.