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- What's that? - Nothing.
Let me see it.
No way!
Come back!
- That's mine. - Liar!
- Watch it, you scoundrels! - Sorry, uncle!
Come back! I'll get you!
Hey, you! Come back! That's my bike!
He thinks he's Maradona.
- Mom said to get milk. - Later!
Malek?
- Hi, auntie. - Noor?
- I left my bag over there. Okay? - No problem.
- Where's Malek? Why aren't you in class? - They let us out early.
- Stay for lunch, Noor. - Some other time.
Come here, come here!
- See? - No!
How often have I told you not to fuck with me?
Watch where you're going, man.
Let's go! Quick!
You're so annoying.
Calm down.
What's happening now?
I don't know.
Will they ever stop fucking with us?
- We should go home. - Why? You scared?
No, but we should go.
We sacrifice our souls and blood, oh Palestine!
Intifada!
Over here! Come hide here!
Get in the car!
May God give you strength.
Stop there!
- May God be with you. - And with you.
- What do you say? - Thank you, Dad.
At your service, my Lord Salim.
What did I teach you yesterday?
I am the sea. In my depths all treasures dwell.
Have they asked the divers about my pearls?
Is that how we recite poetry?
No.
Woe unto you! I perish, and so do my beauties.
And your remedy, though scarce, is...
- Beautiful...? - No.
- Precious? - Try again.
Woe unto you! I perish, and so do my beauties.
And your remedy, though scarce, is my cure!
Good boy. I'll teach you the rest later.
Do not forget me as time goes by, for I...
... fear that this will...
... lead to my demise.
If you're so smart, tell me what it's about?
- The sea. - Wrong.
- But he says, "I am the sea"! - He's using the sea as a metaphor.
This again?
- This image is... - Symbolic.
- He's comparing Arabic to the sea. - Then why not just say that?
Because it's poetry. You don't say what you mean.
- Who told you that? - Dad!
Champ.
- Dear God. Poetry is boring. - He has a point.
Sorry, Dad. How many more lessons will you give us?
When can we go back to school? I miss my friends. -Me too.
You'll be back before you know it,
longing for the days Dad taught you poetry at home.
True.
Where is he?
I smell the scent of a human.
I'm the hungry ghoul.
I want to eat. Where is he?
Help! A ghoul! Please don't eat me!
I want a bite from here.
- Do we want to sleep or not? - No!
Come on. Let's get under the covers.
Get under the covers.
And sleep.
- Goodnight. - Dad?
- What? - What's Deir Yassin?
- Where did you hear about Deir Yassin? - On the radio.
Deir Yassin is a small, beautiful village near Jerusalem.
- I heard there was a massacre there. - What?
There's no need to think about all that. You know why?
Why?
Because nothing bad is going to happen here.
- How do you know? - I know.
And as long as Dad is here... you don't have to be scared.
- Get some sleep. - Goodnight, Mom.
Goodnight, Dad.
Goodnight.
Dad!
- What's happening? - Where are you? Come here!
Come here, darling.
Where's Layla? Ahmad!
Everyone is okay. Let's stay here.
Layla!
It's far away. It's far, far away.
It's far away.
Don't be scared.
- Let's play the governor's game. - Sharif.
Everyone picks a piece of paper.
Come on.
Pick one.
- Who's the inspector? - Me!
I'm the governor.
Okay. The inspector has to figure out who the thief is.
- Are you the thief? - No, my son. I'm not the thief.
Give me some proof.
My proof is that I'm your father. I'd never lie to you.
I'm not the thief.
Are you the thief?
No.
What's your proof?
I was guarding the castle yesterday.
The castle!
I'm the governor.
- These sons of bitches are destroying us! - Watch your language, Ahmad!
He's right.
Where are the Arab armies?
How can these Europeans believe they have a right to our land?
The situation has changed, Sharif. They captured Haifa.
- We agreed to stay. - I'm not asking to leave the country.
Nablus is just an hour away.
We're not giving them what they want.
Forget them. It's not about them.
Then who's it about?
They want to drive us out so they can take everything.
That's not going to happen. The British promised to intervene.
The British?
They're the root of all our problems.
They stabbed us in the back.
They didn't protect us then. They won't now.
- Think of the kids. - I am thinking of the kids, Munira.
This is their home.
It's just two weeks. Until the Arab armies say it's safe again.
We're not going to your brother's house.
Everything's going to be okay.
Trust me.
The shelling has killed hundreds of Arabs in the center of the country
and led to the flight of people from all over Palestine.
The brutal bombing emptied northern Jaffa,
turning it into a ghost town.
- They bombed my orange grove today. - They bombed Abu Issa's groves.
- Say hello to the guys. - Will do, brother. Bye.
The Zionist militias are well trained and well equipped.
We have nothing. No army. No defense.
So what? We should surrender?
I'm simply stating the facts. You do as you wish.
But should you choose to stay, I advise you to surrender.
What are you saying?
So we just let them take our country?
- This is also my home. I'm furious too. - But you're planning to stay?
I don't think they'll let us.
That's why my family and I are heading to Beirut tomorrow.
That's the problem. You're part of the problem.
Too many have fled. Who'll be left to defend us?
Why not just hand them the keys to our homes?
Gentlemen.
I never wanted to leave.
I avoided it as long as I could.
But it's too dangerous now.
It's my right and obligation to keep my family safe.
If you wish to do the same...
I'm telling you: don't hesitate.
What a shame. Shame on you!
What a mayor.
You know where I'm taking you when this madness is over?
Where?
Guess.
- To Gaza? - No.
- To Damascus? - No.
To Beirut?
To the cinema.
Where we used to go hide from my parents?
They never did find us.
If they had, you wouldn't be here next to me.
My dad would've killed you.
I miss those days.
- The kids! - Are you okay?
- I don't know. - Stay here.
Where are you, sweetheart? Are you okay?
- Is everyone okay? - What's happening, Dad?
- I'm hurt. - Let me see.
Show me.
It's okay. It's nothing. You're okay.
I'm not okay, Sharif.
You need to understand. Enough.
What are you doing?
I don't want them to cut off my fingers.
They can kill me, but they won't dismember me.
Don't believe everything you hear.
Maybe they want to scare us into doing exactly what we're doing now.
I'm not taking any chances.
Is this one ready?
Amira, hold her.
She gets three shots a day. Do you remember how?
- Yes, Dad. Don't worry. I remember. - Where's Salim?
- Inside. - No, he's not.
- Where then? - Check the backyard.
- Salim! - Salim!
- Do you want us to leave without you? - Mom!
Salim! Come!
Come here, sweetheart.
- Munira! - Mom!
Ahmad, hurry.
Is Salim with you?
- In the car. - I don't want to leave you.
- Get in the car, my love. - I don't want to leave you.
- I forgot my books. - I packed your favorites. All of them.
All of them.
Be helpful to your mom.
The Zionists will kill us!
Get in the car.
Sharif, I don't want to leave you. I don't know what to do.
Do what we agreed. It'll be over in two weeks.
- Goodbye, my loves! - I don't want to leave you.
- I'll see you in two weeks. - Goodbye, Dad.
- Take care. God will keep you safe. - Dad!
If we surrender, can we stay?
That's the idea.
What happens when our leaders find out we negotiated with Zionists?
Those who fled left us with this responsibility.
Who gave us the authority to negotiate a surrender agreement?
It's not about authority. They see us as the enemy.
They want to negotiate with us.
- What about our terms? - That's the problem.
We know they don't honor agreements.
Look what they did to our wells and orchards.
There are no guarantees, but we have to accept what's happened.
It's the only way. Do you have any other suggestions?
Okay then...
- What are our terms? - No more looting or destruction.
What else?
Supported by the British government, on the last day of the British mandate,
Zionist forces proclaimed the creation of the Jewish state of Israel.
On the land of Palestine.
The news sent shockwaves through the Arab world.
A state of emergency has been declared in Lebanon, Iraq and Egypt.
There are rumors of military preparations in several Arab countries.
But there are no confirmed reports yet.
Turn it off.
The city of Jaffa is now under Israeli authority.
I repeat: The city of Jaffa is now
under Israeli authority.
Any resistance will be punished.
Nothing has changed. I'm still here. Waiting.
But you're coming home.
Don't worry about anything. How are the kids?
They keep asking about you. Especially Salim.
He's driving me crazy.
- My sweet boy. - We all miss you.
I miss you more. I miss you all, my love.
What's that sound?
- It's nothing. - Sharif, what's that sound?
Don't worry. It's nothing.
Don't lie to me.
Sharif! Sharif!
- Let me go see. I'll call you back. - For God's sake, don't hang up...
Who are you?
I'm the owner of this land. This is my orange grove.
Your orange grove?
- You've not taken very good care of it. - I've cared for it my whole life.
My father and I.
- This land is abandoned. - No. No. Please...
- It's definitely abandoned. - This is my land.
How do we know that? How can we be sure?
- I'll get the deed from the house. - A piece of paper doesn't matter.
You must evacuate this land. It belongs to the state of Israel now.
Please... We have an agreement.
On the basis of that agreement, we surrendered.
Please, I'm not a fighter. Get off my land!
Let's go!
Get up here! Quick!
Come, come, come!
Get down! Get down!
Get over here!
Shut up!
Come on!
Move it! Go on, move it!
Get over here.
Shut up, you dog!
Stop.
Name?
- Name? - Ahmad.
Hide.
1...
2...
- 3... - Mom, your insulin.
5...
6...
7...
8...
9...
10...
I'm coming!
Amira.
- What? - Come here.
Watch your sister.
- I'm playing with my cousins. - Stay with her.
- I'm leaving. - May God be with you.
Where are you going?
- Ahmad, look after your siblings. - Okay, Mom.
Mom will be back soon.
Can I come with you?
Come on. I'll be right back.
Mom?
Yes?
What is that place?
It's where we'd live if we didn't have your uncle.
Mom? When are we going back home?
As soon as I know, I'll tell you.
Mom?
Why hasn't Dad come yet?
How many times do I have to tell you?
He stayed home to look after the house.
- I can give you five pounds. - What do you mean five pounds?
- That's 22 carat gold. - That's the price.
I can't.
My husband isn't answering the phone. God knows what happened to him.
Give it to me. I'll sell it to someone else.
Hold on a second.
Let me see it again.
- 10 pounds. - I won't take less than 20.
- I can't do that. - Fine, 15.
My final price. No less than 15.
Okay. We have a deal.
- Here you go, dear. - Thank you.
- Goodbye, dear. - Thank you.
Salim.
Get back to work! Quick!
- Water... - Give me water.
Enough is enough!
How long do we have to put up with this shit?
Give me a cigarette, for God's sake.
- Don't worry. The Arab armies are coming. - What armies, man?
All our countries have been occupied. We have no proper armies.
Maybe they need us for a prisoner exchange.
They might need a few of us.
God knows what will happen to the rest of us.
Back to work!
Get back to work!
Off you go!
Move it!
I heard Mom say Dad might be in Lebanon.
If Dad was in Lebanon, he would've written to us.
So where is he?
Sorry, I don't have a container.
Ahmad, take the milk.
Thank you. Salim, take those.
Come with me.
- Ahmad, my love. Go to sleep. - I don't want to.
- Why? - He's not sleepy. Neither am I.
My darlings...
I know it's hard for us to sleep. Our situation has changed a lot.
But we have a roof over our heads. And we're all okay.
Mom, is Dad okay?
I don't know, sweetheart.
Pray that he's okay.
Now get some sleep.
All of you. Ahmad, sleep.
I'll get it.
Sharif!
My darling.
My love.
Dad?
My love.
Dad!
My love.
- My sweetheart. - Take it easy.
Let him rest.
Dad?
Dad!
- My love. - Where were you? What happened?
- What did they do to you? - I'm so sorry, my sweethearts.
I'm so sorry.
Dad.
Sharif!
Layla's here.
My baby girl.
- I wish Mom was here. - She is.
She's right here.
Dad?
Isn't your wedding day the happiest day of your life?
It is exactly that.
So why is Auntie Layla crying?
- Because she's going away. - Why?
- Her husband got a job. - Where?
Far away. You need an airplane to get there.
Can I go?
We'll go some day.
Together.
Nunu... Nunu...
- Come stand next to your dad. - I'm with Grandpa.
He wants to be with Grandpa. Give me your hand.
Dad!
Noor? What is it?
Who's that?
- Dad? - Salim.
What are you doing out here?
I came out to sleep under the fig tree. Didn't it use to be there?
The fig tree is in Jaffa. Not here.
Silly me.
I must've been sleep walking.
Come on, Dad. It's cold out here.
- What happened? - It was just Grandpa sleep walking.
Noor, sweetheart, I scared you.
- Go back to bed, my love. - Goodnight.
- Let's go back to bed.
Reading...
Is boring. It's so boring.
What?
Reading is boring?
It's the most fun thing you can do. Reading is amazing.
Because it takes you all over the world, no matter how far you want to go.
- How? Is reading a car? - No!
Is reading an airplane?
No!
- A train? - No!
Then how does it take us from one place to another?
- Through the imagination? - Through the imagination.
Like when Grandpa and I play the lion and human game?
Exactly.
Imagination is when you...
When I think of something?
When you think of something, or when...
- When I picture something in my mind? - Picture something in my mind.
Imagination...
Dad, guess what I'm imagining.
- Dinosaurs. - No. Why did you say that?
- Because you love them. - That was when I was little.
Oh, excuse me. I didn't know you'd grown up.
You're excused. I forgive you. Guess again.
Okay, you're imagining eating a Silvana chocolate.
Yummy! Now I want one.
- Dad, can you get me one? - You're sneaky.
- Tell me. I give up. - The dog.
- What dog? - The one we're going to get.
- You're dreaming! Try again. - Please get me a dog.
Get moving. Come on.
Hanan!
- Hanan! Come quick. - What is it?
It's time for the news. I forgot.
- You all forget. But me, I never forget. - Sorry.
After Israel's invasion of South Lebanon and failed talks between President Carter
and Prime Minister Begin,
Palestinians are losing hope...
Know why we're losing hope? Those sons of bitches abandoned us.
- Uncle, we never lose hope. - Hi.
Right?
Hello.
Hello, hello.
Grandpa. Look what I made.
Grandpa's sweetheart.
God has willed it. We have the new Leo-Noor-do da Vinci!
Leo-Noor-do de Hammad! My sweetheart.
- Ready, Dad? - As soon as the news is over.
Take off your coat.
- Peace be upon you. - And you.
- May God bless you. - Welcome.
- Where are these from? - Jericho.
They're okay.
But they don't come close to Jaffa's.
- Let's go, Dad. We're late. - God bless you.
- Goodbye. - Bye.
We exported our oranges all over the world.
The scent of our oranges filled the air.
Long before they came along.
Our family was one of the most important exporters of oranges in the world.
Salim.
Queen Elizabeth ate our oranges.
Queen Elizabeth ate all our oranges.
She took them all!
Mr. Sharif?
Don't get so upset, Dad. Stress is bad for your heart.
Sorry to keep you waiting. We're short-staffed these days.
Don't worry, doctor.
We're here to see Dr. Nasser.
He retired. I'm handling his patients now.
I told you that.
I know.
I see you suffer from heart problems.
His first heart attack was during the Nakba.
- He couldn't get proper medical care. - Why?
There were no doctors on the Caribbean island.
I was there on vacation with Sir Churchill.
I was in a prison camp.
It caused permanent damage.
They take your land, your health, your money.
Even your family is scattered all over the world.
You don't want me to get upset? How will I ever get to Toronto?
When will I see my Layla again?
She'll come visit, Dad.
They made the desert bloom, my ass.
We should never have left.
We didn't leave willingly, Dad. They expelled us.
They got rid of us because we're cowards. A country of cowards.
Their whole plan was to kick us out.
- Why could some stay? - They got rid of most of us.
To get their majority. The rest are a minority in their control.
I want you to relax.
Release any tension, Abu Ahmad.
Take a deep breath.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I should've stayed and been one of those people.
You think those who were able to stay have it easier than us?
At least they're on their land and aren't refugees.
They're outsiders in their own country, living with heartbreak.
How do you feel, Abu Ahmad?
Life is beautiful. The world is full of flowers.
The sky is clear.
There's one more thing...
How can I put it? It's like he's having memory problems.
- What kind of problems? - Last night...
In the middle of the night, he opens the front door...
And walks out. It's like he got lost.
- He didn't know where he was. - But that's common for a man his age.
Not for him. His memory is impeccable. He remembers details, dates.
He's driving me crazy.
Maybe it's God being kind by helping him forget.
Sweetheart, keep your voice down.
I've told you: you'll wake your brother.
- Everything okay? - Great!
So much excitement.
They prescribed new medication. I have to go get it.
- I hope you feel better, uncle. - Thank you.
- Doesn't curfew start in a half hour? - No, they lifted it.
Dad, I know you want to take me with you, to get ice cream.
And for your sake... I agree to come.
- You agree? - I agree. For your sake.
- For my sake? - Yes.
Go on. Take him with you.
Give me a break.
- Let's go, my little con man. - I'm not a con man.
Damn the father who gave you life.
Grandpa says we have a big house in Jaffa. Surrounded by trees.
And trees are what give us life.
- That's very true. - So why don't we live there?
Because it was taken from us. Other people live there now.
- The sons of bitches? - Noor.
I didn't say it. Grandpa said it.
Repeat everything Grandpa says and you'll get into trouble.
But he talks so much.
That's a good point.
- How come he sleepwalks? - Because he's getting old.
- Do you sleepwalk? - Are you calling me old?
What else?
Oh, now you're going to get it.
Go home. Curfew has begun.
Goddamn it!
How are we to earn a living?
- They lifted it today. - Every hour they change their minds.
Curfew, no curfew... They mess with us, those sons of bitches.
I won't be long.
- Excuse me. - I can't.
- Come on. - Can we take him home?
No, we can't. I told you already. We don't want dogs.
But he's so hungry.
We'll bring him back some food. Okay?
- No, Dad. - Look... Want to play a game?
The fastest runner gets two pieces of chocolate.
- Two? - Two.
- And ice cream? - And ice cream. Come on. 1... 2... 3.
You little rascal. Ice cream too, huh?
How fast you are. You're flying like the wind.
- I'm tired. I can't. - If you stop, you won't get the reward.
Come on. We're almost there.
Give me your hand.
Walk normally.
Stop. Stop.
What are you doing here?
I went to get medicine for my sick dad.
Give me your ID.
Is there a problem?
Don't you know about the curfew?
They said it was lifted.
But it's not a problem. Our house is a few steps away.
Who did that?
I don't know.
- It wasn't you? - Me? No. Of course not.
Paint over it.
- Right now? - Yes, now.
- Where am I supposed to get paint? - Figure it out.
- How? - I don't care. I said get rid of it!
Okay... Let me go find some paint.
Get on the ground! Forget the paint.
On the ground!
For God's sake, let us go. Our house is so close by. Let us go.
Shut up and do as I say.
Say...
Say that you're a jackass.
I'm a jackass.
Raise your voice.
I'm a jackass!
On the ground!
Tell him his mother's a whore.
Do it!
- Say it, you piece of shit! - Your mother is a whore.
Louder!
- Louder! - Your mother...
- Louder! - Your mother is a whore!
Enough! Leave us alone! We didn't do anything. Get away from us!
- Quiet, Noor. Quiet. - Tell him to shut up or I'll kill you.
- Dad, I want to go home. - Okay, we're going home.
Another word and I'll kill your dad. You want that?
To see your dad dead?
Say another word. Another word.
Not in front of him. Let him go.
Get the fuck out of here.
Peek-a-boo.
Okay, again.
Peek-a-boo.
Everything okay? What happened?
What's the matter, sweetheart?
Salim?
Dinner is ready.
Come eat.
I'm not hungry.
My love, what happened to you?
I don't want to talk about it. Don't ask me again, okay?
Come on, sweetheart.
I made a delicious Musakhan.
It's your favorite.
- I don't like how the boy looks. - Me neither.
We need to get him outside.
You know what we should do?
Go to the countryside and plant some trees.
Put our hands in the soil.
The closer you get to the land...
The closer you are to God.
Mom!
Noor?
- What's wrong? - I want my mom.
- What is it? - What's wrong, sweetheart?
There's gunfire.
- It's far away. Don't worry... - You get out of here!
No, baby.
Why?
You can't do that. It's your dad. Your sweetheart.
Is she in labor?
No, Dad. She's not due for another two months.
- Then what's with all the noise? - The sound of gunfire scared him.
The sound of gunfire isn't scary. We're used to it.
It's like the music of Beethoven.
- It's the silence that's scary. - Come on, Dad.
Is something wrong with the boy? Did something happen?
He's fine. Don't worry.
Good morning, my chickens. How are you today?
How come you didn't lay an egg?
Thank you.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
They arrested Abu Marwan's youngest boy last night.
Nizar.
- They kidnapped him from his own bed. - Poor thing! He's so young.
The sons of bitches.
They busted through his bedroom window.
- Why did they take him? What did he do? - He's a kid. What could he have done?
And since when do they need a reason?
They arrest people for no reason all the time.
His poor mom must be going crazy.
Enough. Stop it.
Mark my words...
They won't stop until they take all of Palestine.
- God forbid. - That'll never happen.
- It's already happening. - The occupation isn't sustainable.
It'll never last.
Don't be foolish, son.
None of us ever thought any of this would happen.
- And then it did. - Enough!
You want to know how it started?
She felt pain...
in her lower back.
The first sign that something was wrong.
I'll never forget it.
Dad...
Are you talking about Mom?
Who else would I be talking about?
Okay. I'm going to go.
Time's up.
We won! We won!
Noor!
- Why did you do that? - Teacher, Noor pushed me.
I saw it.
Why did you do that?
What do we always say?
I don't care. He's not even on my team.
We're one big family. We look out for each other.
Right?
When you hurt one person, you hurt all people.
Including the ones you love.
Is that what you want?
Fine. Can you say sorry?
No?
Go stand in the corner.
Let's go.
Go!
Put your things away. Careful on your way out.
Noor.
Come sit with me.
Can you tell me why you did that?
I know you're upset.
I understand.
But why are you mad at me?
Can you tell me that?
You want a dog?
I'll get you a dog.
I hate what happened.
And I hate myself for what happened.
But what could I have done?
I'm still your dad.
I haven't changed.
Okay. Shall we go home?
This military invasion of Lebanon,
known as Operation Litani, and the following massacres...
What's the rush? Can't even greet your grandpa, your sweetheart?
Your best friend?
Who else do you have?
What a crazy family!
- I smell the scent of a human. - Grandpa...
- I smell... - Grandpa!
I'm too old for that game.
Too old?
You?
With Grandpa, you can never grow up. Especially not with this game.
Take it back.
- Take it back! - No.
Take it back!
Okay, okay. I take it back.
- How was school? - Boring.
I had a feeling you'd say that. That's why...
I have a surprise for you.
My homeland, my homeland...
Glory and beauty...
Sublimity and splendor...
Are in your hills, are in your hills.
He can't concentrate. He won't sit still.
He's barely eating.
I don't know what's up with him.
Why not tell me what happened?
Forget about that, Hanan. I told you.
He asked me for a toy gun.
Great. That's all we need, for a soldier to see him with that.
He's a boy, Salim. It's what boys do.
- Don't you dare buy him one. - Of course not. I don't like it either.
But even so, if other kids have one...
- I can't stop him from playing with theirs. - You can.
- It's our duty. - It's all he sees. It influences him.
I think that... You have to do something.
Do something when I don't even know what happened?
- I deserve to know, Salim. - Use your imagination, Hanan.
What happened happens every single day.
The problem is that they didn't shoot us.
They let me live to see my own son hate me.
That's what happened.
Go to your mom.
Will I see you? Will I see you?
Safe and comforted Sound and honored
Will I see you in your eminence
Reaching for the stars
My homeland... My...
- Do your homework. - Why did you turn it off?
He has homework.
Turn it on and I'll throw it on the street.
- What's with you? - Stop this Palestine obsession.
- Let us live our lives. - Our lives?
- Call this a life? - Jaffa's gone, Dad. It's gone.
The more you let it go, the better it will be for all of us.
That's it?
That's not how I raised you.
It's not your fault.
You were too young to remember, but I'll never forget. This generation...
His generation will change history.
- Right, Noor? - Right.
For God's sake, Dad. He's a kid. He needs a grandfather, not a politician.
- Go to your room and do your homework! - Noor!
We're from Jaffa. We belong there. This is our homeland. Don't forget!
Maybe the doctor was right.
It's a blessing you're losing your memory. It'll be easier for us all.
Shame on you.
You traitor.
What did you say?
Who taught you that word?
Don't look at me.
You think you're smart,
calling your dad a traitor?
You can't even stand up for yourself.
I wanted to protect you.
I was afraid for you.
You wanted them to kill me?
Did you? You want me dead?
What nonsense! Who wants you dead?
Your grandson does!
Tell him how much you wish I were dead!
Tell him how much of a coward you are!
- Watch it. - You're so annoying.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- Sit, my love. Eat properly for once. - I've got to go.
- Where to? To class, I hope? - Where else?
Noor, you have to keep up with your studies.
When the schools reopen, you'll be lost.
God help me with that boy.
I told you he likes you.
He comes every day just to see you.
Did you see that? How she looked at me?
I think she likes me.
Thank God she didn't spit on you, you little shit.
Eat shit.
What are you doing?
What does it look like?
- But why? - Girls like muscles.
Hey, beautiful.
Show her your muscles.
Idiots! You'll give them away!
If the army sees the class, they'll gas them like they did in Jenin.
Hurry up. Someone's coming.
Who cares? No one can see us.
I LOVE YOU AS MUCH AS THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US.
- Do you think she'll see it? - Maybe.
You think she'll know it's for her?
If you want her to know, add her initials.
I don't want to get her into trouble.
I guess you'll have to work harder on your muscles.
Moron.
- See that. - You painted that one?
No, man. That's a secret code.
It tells them when and where to meet.
It tells who what?
It's how the army communicates with collaborators.
Don't fuck with me, man.
Who told you that?
All you do is give me grief. What do you know?
Israeli security plants agents in the neighborhood.
Here. To recruit collaborators.
Impossible. Where?
Here. There. Everywhere. They're probably watching us right now.
Yeah, man. Everyone knows.
They do it in plain sight.
Let's go find us one.
Come on. Let's go.
See that guy over there?
I bet he's one of them.
How can you tell?
He has that look in his eye.
What?
The look. Don't you see it? The look, man.
The look.
You shithead. You don't know anything.
I'm a shithead?
I know more than you.
- What's that? - Nothing.
- Let me see. - No way.
God help us.
No! No! Noor! Noor!
Help me! Help me! Noor!
Lift his head. Lift his head!
Take the scarf. Quick! Put it under his head. Roll it.
Roll it. Tighten it. Tighten it!
Guys, we'll lift him together.
1... 2...
Be careful, guys.
They shot him. They shot Noor!
- What? - They shot Noor!
- What do you mean? - They shot Noor.
- Who? Where is he? - Down the street.
- Mom? - Close the shop and go home.
Now! Go!
My God!
Oh God.
- Over here! He was shot in the head! - Malek!
Where's the injured?
Clear the way, guys.
Oh my God! Noor, my heart.
What happened? What happened? Open your eyes! Please open your eyes!
Guys, take her away.
Calm down.
We'll take you with us.
Guys!
Quick. Quick.
Be careful with him.
- Lift him with me. - Noor, my love.
Noor, my love.
- Get in. Come with us. - Don't hurt him.
Lift him up.
It will be fine.
Let's go.
My heart.
Don't be scared, sweetheart. I'm here.
- How is he? - God willing, he'll be okay.
I'm here, my love. Nothing will happen to you.
I'm here, my love.
Nothing will happen to you. My heart... I love you.
I love you.
Thank God you're here.
Did they tell you anything?
No, I've been waiting.
He's strong. He's going to be okay. He'll make it.
Please God.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
We stabilized him.
But he'll need a CT scan to determine if there's intracranial bleeding.
That's not something we can do in the West Bank.
- What do you mean? - We need to transfer him to Haifa.
- Haifa? - Yes.
- We need permits for that. - There's no time for permits.
For urgent cases, it moves much faster. My staff will help you with the paperwork.
You shouldn't have a problem.
What if he wakes up?
I have to be there.
He's in an induced coma, so he won't wake up. Don't worry.
I wish him all the best.
A committee of doctors will review the referral,
then send it to Ramallah Service Purchasing Unit for financial coverage.
They'll arrange it all with the hospital in Haifa.
Take this to the Civil Administration.
- Do you know where that is? - No.
- I'll give you the address. - Civil Administration?
The army. How long does it take to drive there?
They're closed today. They're open tomorrow from 8 to 10 a.m.
- Tomorrow? - Isn't there another way?
No. I'm sorry.
How can we wait until tomorrow?
This is his file.
The doctor's note is on top.
- ID cards. - What?
I need copies of your IDs.
What about your son?
He's in the hospital.
I need a copy of his ID.
This is everything he had with him.
It's not here.
- Are you sure this is everything? - Yes, I'm sure.
Maybe Malek knows?
I'll call him right now.
Sorry, auntie. I didn't know he left it at my place.
It's okay, sweetie. No problem.
Thank you.
Okay, I'll submit it and let you know when I hear back.
- Please hurry. We don't have much time. - I'll do what I can.
Thank you.
As the army stormed the Nablus camps, it fired live bullets at protesters
who chanted anti-occupation slogans and called for freedom.
As a result, two men died and ten were injured.
We should get some sleep.
- Mom... - What, sweetie?
- What's going to happen to him? - I don't know, my love.
Keep praying for him.
We're not from here.
If you don't mind...
Your last name, here...
First name. ID number. Father's name. And your signature.
Here's a pen.
- How long will the surgery take? - I can ask the doctor for you.
- Where are you from? - Nablus.
- I'm from Jerusalem. - Have you been to Haifa before?
- Never. - The sea is only a few meters away.
Really?
We're not here to sightsee.
Here you go.
Thank you.
In case it's a long wait, there are some nice cafés by the shore.
Thank you.
Should we get some coffee?
Coffee is needed.
As if he wasn't lost enough, they had to close the goddamn schools.
If he had been in school, we wouldn't be here.
I had a feeling he was there.
- I should've gone and dragged him home. - You wouldn't have been able to.
That kid does what he wants. He listens to no one.
He's stubborn, like his grandfather.
May he rest in peace.
It's a good thing he's not alive to see this.
God knows what would've happened to him.
Your dad was the only person Noor ever listened to.
As if we weren't even there.
You can't blame him.
What do you mean?
What use are we as parents if we can't protect our kids?
Is that our fault?
- Our fault or not, it's the way it is. - He thinks he's a hero.
I said a million times: don't buy into that nonsense.
He wouldn't listen to me.
He wouldn't listen.
My love, listen to me. There's nothing we could've done.
And all we can do now is pray for him.
Hammad family...
Salim, the doctor is here.
Please sit.
Dr. Nir Littermann.
We stopped the intracranial bleeding, but it's more complicated than we hoped.
The bullet entered his forehead and broke into pieces.
We removed a lot... But not all of them.
What does that mean?
Can he live with them in his head?
We don't know yet, but the damage was severe.
The swelling of the brain cut off the blood supply.
And some of the tissue died.
I knew it. It took too long to get the permits.
We need to assess his level of consciousness and neurological functions.
So we'll stop the sedation to see if he wakes up.
The next few days will be critical.
When can we see him?
My life.
May God give you strength. May he bless your heart.
May God protect you.
His first word wasn't Baba. Or Mama. It was olive.
That was the first word he said.
- We used to call him the farmer. - The old man.
Oh, that's right. The old man.
He started talking before he even had teeth.
Our old man.
Your mother's beloved boy.
Can we have a minute?
He's not showing any signs of brain activity.
But his heart's still beating.
Because he's on a ventilator.
He can't breathe on his own.
But there's still hope.
There's got to be a chance.
The brain is irretrievably nonfunctional.
It means that...
... the boy is brain dead.
I'm really sorry. There's nothing more we can do.
What does that mean?
- What? - They want us to donate his organs.
Salim, calm down.
- Donate his organs? - Don't think about it.
They kill us and then want us to save their lives.
- It's her job. She doesn't know. - How dare she ask?
Just let it go.
Come on...
- Where are you going? - I need to breathe. I'm suffocating.
The first time I came to Haifa was with my mom.
I told her, "Haifa is the most beautiful city I've ever seen."
I was four. It was probably the first time I'd ever left Jaffa.
She laughed and said, "Don't tell your dad. He'll get upset."
To him, Jaffa was heaven. Nothing else came close.
Now I think that Haifa...
is the ugliest place in the world.
Listen, I want to tell you something. Try not to get upset.
I remember how hard it was when your mom got sick.
That's why I'm thinking...
Why not?
Why not let some part of him live?
And give life to others?
Maybe it could give some meaning to all this pain.
I must be going crazy.
If it upsets you,
there's no need to do it.
I know.
Then what's the problem?
Sheikh, his mom, may she rest in peace, had diabetes.
She died waiting for a kidney donor.
I know what it's like to wait and wait
and hope... that someone will come through.
The Hadith says:
"Breaking the bones of a dead person is like breaking them when he is alive."
- Does that mean it's forbidden? - There are two opinions on that.
The first uses this Hadith as evidence that organ donation is forbidden.
The second opinion
believes that this Hadith is more about respecting human beings
whether they're dead or alive.
So it's not forbidden.
Or maybe it's just forbidden to touch the bones?
It depends, sister. But I believe it's permissible.
Unless he specifically wished not to do so.
Do parents ever talk to their kids about these things?
They should be donating our organs. Not the other way around.
May God grant you patience.
The problem is...
Who will get his organs?
I understand you.
What will I do if an Israeli kid...
gets my son's heart and ends up serving in the army?
How many kids like Noor will he kill?
If I refuse to donate, I could save a lot of lives.
He has a point.
Remember the story of the beloved Prophet Muhammad
when he asked the people of Ta'if village for help?
They threw stones at him.
Archangel Gabriel came to him and said,
"If you order it, I can crush them between two mountains."
But the Holy Prophet refused.
He said,
"May God conceive a soul amongst them...
who will unite us all."
My son is gone, Sheikh.
And nothing in the world will bring him back.
And here I am debating organ donation
instead of resisting and taking revenge on his killer.
Your humanity is also resistance.
Don't forget the power of your humanity.
It's the one thing no one can take away from you.
I don't want to know.
- Why? - I don't want to regret this.
- Thank you for coming. - May he rest in peace.
- Mom. - My love.
May God rest his soul. I'm so sorry.
How are the kids?
Devastated. They wanted to be here with us.
I miss them a lot.
They miss you too. They want to see you.
God willing, we'll come visit you in Amman.
- You don't want to come live in Amman? - Come on, man.
Amman...
No way. I'm not leaving this country.
You're the one who always wanted to leave.
I'm the only one left. You're in Amman. Layla and Amira are a world away.
Dad was right.
They want the entire country for themselves.
- He had a point. - Enough, man!
You can't live your life for Dad. You have kids.
And I live for them.
Why am I alive otherwise?
Everything I do is for them.
But I won't leave this country.
No matter what happens?
Honestly, I don't know what's right or wrong anymore.
I feel stuck. I don't know up from down.
I can't think straight.
It's not an option. You have to think straight.
You work... You struggle...
To provide for your kids, for their future.
To give them a better life than the one we had.
In the end, look what happens.
People are talking about what you did, Salim.
People think that organ donation is forbidden.
But it's not true. They're wrong.
My son died.
But do you know how many lives he saved?
Six.
- God only knows who they are. - It doesn't matter.
What matters is that they're alive.
They're alive.
Come on. Say goodbye to him.
It's your brother.
Come on, Laith, sweetheart.
It's your brother.
Say goodbye to him.
Put your hand on him.
Put your hand on him, my love.
Say goodbye to him.
Goodbye, Noor.
Goodbye, my love.
May God lighten your load.
Forgive me, baby.
Forgive me.
God is greater.
May the peace and compassion of God be upon you.
We will continue the struggle.
God is greater.
Oh martyr, rest in peace.
We will continue the struggle.
There is no God but God.
And the martyr is his beloved.
IDs.
Right here, Salim.
I think it's one of these.
This is it.
I don't know what we're doing here.
- Want to wait in the car? - I can't let you do this alone.
May he rest in peace.
This is coffee?
Their coffee.
- Is it good? - Behave.
What are you doing?
I want to leave.
Without me?
Of course not. Come on. Pack your things. Let's go.
We just got here.
Salim, let's give ourselves at least a day.
- Not a day or even half a day. - We're already here.
Let's get out of here.
Come here.
Come sit with me for a minute.
Come on.
Do it for my sake.
I really want to see Jaffa.
Fine.
You have one day.
Great.
I brought you coffee.
Thank you.
We used to come here all the time.
We'd walk from the house.
Thank you.
After all these years...
- ... it tastes the same. - Delicious.
That door is so beautiful.
It's stunning.
These used to be our homes.
Let's go, sweetheart.
You sure this is Arab-owned?
Sure, no. But the place is called Fairouz.
My dear, they took our land...
Our homes, our food... You think they stopped at our music?
- Is it even okay to speak Arabic here? - Don't be dramatic.
- So the owners are Arab? - It's Arab-owned.
Yes, of course. Where are you from?
From here. He's from Jaffa.
We live in Canada. We just came as...
- ... tourists. - Welcome to Jaffa.
When were you last here?
A long time ago.
We had to get foreign citizenship to return to see our homeland.
Jaffa's changed a lot, right?
Every other day, there's something new.
But it remains our Jaffa.
Our Jaffa...
You just made me feel right at home.
What neighborhood are you from?
- Jabaliya. - Jabaliya.
They erased it. Did you see?
No, we haven't been there yet.
You mean there's nothing left?
- There's... still a few houses... - Could you bring us some mint tea? Please.
- Of course. - Thank you.
Ours...
Our Jaffa...
Only people from Jaffa use that word.
Everyone says "ilna." In Jaffa, they say "shaitna."
Ours... Our Jaffa.
This is our neighborhood.
This is our house.
This used to be full of orange trees.
How beautiful.
It's still here.
I was born in that room over there.
Just there? Really?
Want to see if we can go inside?
No. Why?
Why not?
And ask for permission to visit my own home?
No way.
Okay.
Go stand over there. Let me take your picture.
- What do you think? - Okay.
1... 2...
3.
I am the sea. In my depths all treasures dwell.
Have they asked the divers about my pearls?
What's that?
A poem?
A poem my dad taught me when I was a kid.
Did you get the answers you were looking for?
Anything you want to know?
Did we make a mistake?
God how I miss him.
Me too.
I'm happy we came.
I knew you'd be happy.
You know me better than I know myself.
This is news to you?
I am the sea. In my depths all treasures dwell.
Teach me.
I am the sea. In my depths all treasures dwell.
I'm the sea...
- I'm the sea. - I'm the sea.
- In my depths... - In my depths...
All treasures dwell.
Have they asked the divers about my pearls?
Beautiful.
What does it mean?
It's the Arabic language speaking. Talking about itself, saying:
I am the sea. In my depths all treasures dwell.
Have they asked the divers about my pearls?
Keep going.