Description
Director’s brother, Mustapha, disappeared for almost one year. He cut any contact with us, his family that lived then in fear and distress. One evening, after his long absence, the mother received a phone call. He had settled down in the Madrasa Nahlia, a Koranic school of religious teaching in the mountains, 90 km from Marrakech. Through a monologue in the form of a letter, the director dialogues with his brother, remembering their childhood and observing the simplicity, austerity and serenity of the madrasa.