Original subtitles

You gave a boy a lift in your car.

Right?

-He was hurt. I was trying to help him. -Bravo, bravo.

-What’s his name? -I don’t know.

-Where does he live? -I don’t know.

Don't be afraid.

We just want some information, then you can go home. Don't be afraid.

You said you don't know where he lives.

I say the boy is hiding somewhere.

Maybe at your mother’s?

Don't mix my mother in this.

Move it!

Move it!

Take them off.

This too.

Hey!

Don’t screw with me.

Where you from?

Don't be scared.

Close it.

-Come on, get close. -Let her have it!

-I’ll break your neck! -Shut your trap.

-Hold your head up. -Shut up.

Mind your own business.

Move it.

Move it!

Shut up, girls.

A new girl.

Give me a cigarette.

Silence.

Welcome.

Let’s see how clever you are now.

-Give it already! -Let’s see how clever you are now.

She’s a terrorist, why bring her here.

I said, give me a cigarette.

-Leave me alone! -Got it?

Stop. I beg you!

Don’t fuck with me.

Give it!

Who the hell is this?

Who are you?

Arab?

What?

Lost your tongue?

Swallowed it?

Or do you want me to cut it out?

Drop it.

I'll take care of her.

Leave her to me.

Did you have your trial?

What's your name?

I don't have to tell her anything.

You should have been with us.

Where were you last night?

It's a love story.

Such a thing really exists?

It's beautiful, I'm telling you.

Get up, girls.

Counting time.

Girls.

Get up, girls.

Counting, girls!

Get up for counting.

Counting, girls!

Get up, girls.

Hurry.

Get up, troublemaker.

You're already causing trouble!

I want to talk to my husband.

-Dream on. -I want to talk to my husband.

Get up, girls.

Fidaa Hamdan.

Get up, everyone.

Jamila Hamdan. Rihan Bayhoum. Sanaa Bitar.

Im Ali Taher.

Out, out quickly.

We haven't seen our family for three months, not even a letter.

-'Cause you're a troublemaker. -Me?

-Yeah. -Move it!

Easy on her. Isn’t it enough what you did to her?

Shut up. Come in.

Out, move it.

Out. Out!

What's this?

My arm.

-My arm, my arm. -Get out!

Get out! What are you doing here?

Get out!

-Screw you! -Right back at you.

Fast.

Fast.

Hello. Good morning. Hello.

Here, I brought you.

...grabbed his head.

I need to talk to my husband.

Yeah, dream on.

Poor little bitch wants her mama.

The hell she does.

-Let her go to hell. -Yes.

I need to talk to my husband, it's important.

Trying to cut a deal?

Come on, girls. Get in.

Come on.

Move it.

This is the nine o'clock news.

Riots in Egypt. Muslim Brotherhood calls its supporters not to demonstrate today.

A statement called to continue protesting until the coup will end.

Our correspondent reports that protestors set fire to a government building.

Could I speak to my husband?

A soldier was killed. Tell us how?

I don’t know.

If you want to go home you need to tell us the truth.

I can help you,

but you have to help us too.

I'll get straight to the point.

You need to cooperate.

Tell us about the girls.

What they do and how they contact the outside.

Especially the one without an arm.

Farid.

Are you okay?

I’m going to get you out of here.

Hurry, I’m dying.

But what happened? Why did they take you?

-Nothing happened. -What do you mean nothing happened?

They asked me about a boy, a checkpoint and an explosion.

-Why didn’t you tell me? -Nothing happened for me to tell you.

-Who is this boy? How do you know him? -I don’t know him.

We need to prove you have nothing to do with him so you can get out of here.

How?

I don’t know.

Tell them…

that he threatened you with a knife…

or something.

-But he didn’t threaten me. -No buts.

It’s our only chance.

Give me the pencil.

Give me the pencil. It's mine.

Hand it over.

Hand it over, you bitch!

Give it to me, it’s mine! Let go! It’s mine, you bitch!

Give it!

Shulamit, hit her!

Let her go!

This crazy Arab is trying to kill me!

What’s going on here?

What’s going on here, girls?

-Bitch! -Shut up, girls!

She started it.

-She stole this! -Fuck you!

Quiet, Shulamit.

Back off everyone.

Get back in your place.

She’s smuggling messages to the Palestinians.

Is that so?

-Beat it! -Come.

-Come. -Whore!

Let’s see you smuggle messages now.

Open the door!

Open the door!

Open!

Open!

You dogs!

I was waiting for you to tell her.

You’re pregnant.

Didn’t you know?

You can’t have a baby in prison.

Better move her to another cell for her own safety.

You’ll have to get rid of it.

Go back!

What are you doing here?

Give me your things.

I’m Rihan.

And this is Im Ali.

She has two grandsons in the men’s prison.

Fadi and Shadi. God bless them and free them soon.

That's Jamila and her sister Fidaa.

They were arrested from school.

Sanaa’s a Palestinian fighter from Lebanon.

She’s been here for 15 years.

What you in for?

What were you doing in the warden’s office?

How come they let you see your husband?

Easy Sanaa.

Come.

Hungry?

Give her some water.

Drink.

On top of everything, they cook for us?

The boys' school was near ours.

When they wanted the girls to join their demonstration,

instead of saying, "Kalashnikov, Kalashnikov,"

they’d say, “Why the fear, why the fear.”

They’re all asleep.

-You sure? -Yeah.

Roll this up.

First thing we said, "Books, pencils and copybooks."

And family visits.

And let Fidaa and I sit for our exams.

And tell them to move us away from those.

Warm clothes and better food too.

The most important thing is family visits.

I swear, I’ll explode if I don’t see Yousef, Samar, and Kareem.

I'm dying from this hot weather.

What if they catch us?

If they do, we’ll know why.

Here, take this.

Good night.

Good night.

Just hold the cloth like this

and step on the pedal.

Don’t let your hand get caught in the machine.

It’s enough one of us is without an arm.

I'm glad they cut it off so I don’t have to sew military uniforms like you.

Layal.

Look what I sew.

Palestine. This is how I get back at them.

-Don’t let them hear you. -So what if they do.

Fidaa.

You’re in your third month now.

Time’s running out.

If you want an abortion, I can help you.

I can’t decide without asking my husband.

Ask him.

Farid.

Farid.

There’s something I need to tell you.

I’m pregnant.

Can you hear me?

Why are you so quiet?

What do you mean?

Be sure of what? Are you crazy?

Enough.

Inspection!

-Here comes the crow. -Go in.

Search everywhere.

Letters.

Letters in my cell?

Who are these for? You?

Jamila.

Whose bed is this?

Come here.

Come here.

Let go.

What's this?

Look!

Look here!

You don’t want to get your head screwed on, right?

Haven’t you learned?

What’s written here?

What’s written?

What?

You don’t want to talk? Come!

Come, come here!

Jamila!

Where are you taking her?

Jamila!

Fidaa, come here.

Come here. They took her.

Oh, God help us!

In return for what they let you say to your husband?

Happy?

-I’ll cut your throat! -I’m the one who'll cut your throat!

Enough! Leave me alone!

-Don’t you feel anything? -Leave me alone!

-I’ll kill you. -Leave me alone!

Leave me alone. Stop it!

Stop it!

Can’t you see she’s pregnant!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone. Enough.

Wait a minute.

Open your hand.

Give me this. You’re crazy!

Stay away from me!

Come see about this one.

You’re losing a lot of blood. You need to rest.

Get well.

If you need anything call me.

My name is Ayman.

I hope bad things happen to them.

I hope they die soon.

Listen, everyone.

Everyone goes today.

Move it, quickly.

Come on, move it.

Quickly.

Be quiet!

Remember how mama used to comb our hair.

I miss her.

Don't tell her.

Okay?

I won't.

I’m fine.

Like this.

Braid my hair like this.

What, have you never seen…

-I didn't see her. -I was in Syria.

Arab whore.

I’ll cut my other arm off if you know who your father is.

She says you’re a bastard.

I know my father and all his ancestors too, bitch!

Let’s see how tough you are.

Bitch!

Take that, you animal!

Yes!

Hava!

That bitch started it!

Take a hike!

What’s going on!

Where the hell do you think you are?

I’ll kill you if you don’t stop!

I need to get out of here.

Just keep away from the troublemakers.

Who do you mean?

Sanaa and Ze'eva.

When they create problems, we get trampled on.

How can I have a baby in this place?

What if something happened to him?

What if I died, who'd raise him?

-Don’t worry, everything will be fine. -Girls!

Layal, my darling.

Whatever happens I want you to be strong.

Hello.

-Hello. -Hi.

I’m your lawyer, Rachel Steiner.

I tried everything but they won’t let her go.

Everyone out for work in five minutes.

There must be a way.

Don’t they know she’s pregnant?

You have to tell me everything so I can defend you in court.

Do whatever it takes.

Layal needs to get out of here.

Your Honor, my client just got married.

She’s expecting a child.

Why would she get involved in such a case?

Moreover,

there is no evidence linking my client or even the boy in question to the attack.

Bring him in.

Layal Asfour.

Did the accused threaten you...

or force you to let him into your car?

Did he force you to let him into your car?

Well?

Answer?

What do you say?

He didn't threaten me.

I didn’t hear you, raise your voice.

He didn't threaten me.

Five-minute recess.

The verdict.

After the court charged the accused with taking part in a terrorist attack.

And after listening to both sides

and hearing their testimonies.

This court sentences Layal Asfour to eight years in prison.

...I called the lawyer...

...stone by stone...

Enough, we should...

If you were in my shoes, you'd do the same thing.

No, I wouldn't do that.

They’ve given me 48 hours to leave the house.

Visits are over!

They’re sealing it with red tape.

The visit is over!

Our visa for Canada is about to expire.

If I don’t leave now…

I’ll lose it.

I thought…

I’d get myself established over there.

Find a home for us.

You’re going to let me have the baby alone?

Do you really want to have a child in prison?

You’ll be in here for eight years.

Do you realize what that means?

Eight years.

If you’re asking me to abort my baby, the answer is no.

-Visits are over in five minutes! -Listen…

I’m having my baby, and that’s final.

If you want to leave, go ahead.

Girls!

Here come the letters!

Go get them.

Im Ali!

-Thank God. -Sanaa.

-None for me this time either? -What about us?

Im Ali, this is from Fadi and Shadi’s mother.

Come, come.

Read it to me.

I promise I'll let you marry the handsomest one.

I don’t wanna get married, I wanna be a freedom fighter like Sanaa.

-Wait a minute-- -I don’t want to.

Your loss.

They’re so cute.

Are these your students?

"Miss Layal."

"We love you and miss you."

"We're waiting for you."

What do you think?

-Is this Fadi? -This is Shadi and this is Fadi.

-Handsome? -Yes.

You can have one, I promise. Read me the letter.

Hello, Ruti.

Hello, Rachel.

These books are for Layal and the women in her cell.

You need to clear it with security.

Layal's mother is asking to be with her during delivery.

The answer is no.

-Why not? -Security.

For heaven's sake, a little humanity won't hurt you.

Humanity?

Should I remind you how your son died?

You think I can ever forget or forgive them

for sending an 18-year-old boy to fight in their dirty war?

You still think this is a dirty war?

That woman you’re defending has blood on her hands.

We can’t bend the rules to fit everyone’s needs.

You don’t have a problem bending the rules for your Israeli inmates.

Are you finished?

I hope they'll get them this time.

My heart told me I was going to prison

My heart told me You were all going to prison

I'm the one who…

One,

two, three.

Up, up. Place your foot there.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, Fidaa.

Can you see them?

Fidaa.

There they are.

Quick, give me something.

Fidaa, hurry!

Fidaa.

Can you tell them apart?

They're identical.

-What were you doing up there? -I saw your grandsons!

Let me see them, help me up!

Come on then.

-My back! -Um Ali, are you okay?

We need a winch to haul you up there.

Oh, shut it.

-Easy. -Okay, let's try again.

Get up.

Get up.

Call someone to help her, quick!

Get up.

Call for help!

"As usual, my cell saved me from death."

"From the rust of intellect and being outwitted by a spent idea."

"On its ceiling, I found the face of my freedom, the orange grove

and the faces of those who yesterday lost their names on the battlefields."

"As usual, my cell saved me from death."

Darkness of prison unfold

We fear not the night

Darkness of prison unfold

We do not fear the dark

After the night

Comes the birth of the dawn of glory

After the night

Comes the birth of the dawn of glory

What's wrong?

Easy.

Take it easy.

Give me my baby.

It's a healthy boy.

He's very healthy.

We won't have a problem finding him a family.

Give me my baby.

Give him to me.

Give me my baby.

Come on. Give him to me.

Give him to me.

Give him to me.

My darling.

Nour.

My darling.

Congratulations! What's his name?

Nour.

Congratulations.

What did you bring us?

Another little terrorist?

Stop it, Ze’eva.

Whatever you say, darling.

Hello. Welcome.

Welcome, Nour.

My darling.

Congratulations.

Easy, easy.

-Easy. -God bless you.

-Thank God for your safety. -My baby.

-Thank God for your safety. -Congratulations.

Give him to me.

He’s so beautiful.

Give him to me! Let me see him!

Here’s Granny, Im Ali.

Here's Granny.

God protect you.

May God protect you.

My sweetie, my baby.

Hungry, my darling?

Come on, my dear.

Oh, my dear.

My darling.

You must be exhausted.

We had a baby boy! His name is Nour!

Here’s Granny.

Oh, my darling.

Don’t cry.

What's up, darling?

Look at Granny.

This is Granny.

He's so beautiful.

He looks just like you.

You’re the light in Granny’s eyes, my darling.

Does Farid know? Did you tell him?

He’s been told.

Do you think he'll come back to see his son?

I don’t know.

Layal.

My darling.

I want you to be strong…

for Nour.

They’ve refused our request for your release.

Layal.

I brought him some clothes.

I’ll leave them with security.

That’s forbidden.

That’s forbidden.

Forbidden!

"Assur" yourself.

"Assur" means forbidden. This isn’t allowed here.

Understand?

Get your hands off of her.

I love you, mama.

I love you.

Take care of yourself.

For the sake of Nour.

Don’t worry.

Me, me.

I didn’t wrap him well.

No problem.

My baby.

Bless you!

You smell so beautiful.

Let’s swim?

Look Nour.

Look, Nour.

-We’re being naughty. -Look Nour.

Say mama.

Mama.

Mama.

Mama.

Mama.

You’re confusing him. Too many mamas around.

I'm Aunty Sanaa.

Darn your mother.

Serves you right.

Wanna walk?

Go on, then.

Wanna go to mama?

One, two, three…

He can stand. He can stand.

God bless you.

Get in.

Hi.

What's the meaning of this?

-Hi -How are you?

Getting used to being a mom.

Move it.

Come over in two weeks, okay?

Wait here.

Come back in two weeks.

What is it?

The kid’s sick.

-Okay. -I'll wait outside.

Why did you help me?

Should I have left you to die?

How did you end up like this?

Layal Asfour.

What's this?

Then what do we do?

What the hell.

So this is what these bitches have been up to.

Who did this?

Who did this?

Who did this?

You, stand up. What are you up to?

Stand up!

What did you do here? What’s this?

Get up quickly!

Who did this? You or her?

You did this?

What are you plotting?

Is it you who’s sending messages?

Haven't you learned anything?

All of you inside!

Quickly inside!

Quickly! Quickly!

You too!

Everyone inside!

Everyone inside, everyone!

Come on, move it!

All of you, Im Ali!

Louder, louder!

Enough Ze’eva!

One of us tipped them off about the hole.

I’ll find out.

What's wrong?

I’m fed up with cooking for the guards.

I’ll poison them.

I’ll show them.

Nour.

Nour.

A little fever, that’s all.

Wait here.

Just rub some olive oil on his chest and wrap him up.

It does miracles, believe me.

-That’s what my mother always did. -Mine too.

This is for Nour.

Okay, give him five milliliters. Okay?

Happy Birthday to Nour

Happy Birthday to Nour

Happy Birthday Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to Nour

Granny’s sweetheart.

Over here.

One, two…

Bravo.

A ball!

Here you go.

Look how pretty it is.

Oh Nour, oh Nour

The light of my eyes

You’ll grow up and charm me

Oh Nour, oh Nour

Oh Nour, oh Nour, the light of my eyes

You’ll grow up Nour and charm me

Oh Nour, Oh Nour

What, you howling, you junkie?

Me? Junkie?

Get your ass back in here!

Oh Nour, oh Nour, the light of my eyes

You’ll grow up and charm me

If I hear you singing those Arabic songs again, I’ll chop your tongue off.

Oh Nour, oh Nour

For the sixth day, Israeli warplanes bombarded terrorist targets in Beirut

and South Lebanon.

At 10:53 this morning, an armored patrol entered the outskirts of Beirut.

A military source said that there are hundreds of casualties...

A medical report has announced…

the death of hundreds of civilians in Lebanon.

The Israeli government...

Listen, they’ve invaded Lebanon and surrounded Beirut.

They cut off water and electricity.

-Everyone to bed -Turn it back on.

I’ll give you the news.

We kicked your ass in Beirut.

-No way, bitch! -Shut your trap!

Turn it back on!

Turn on the TV!

-You asshole! -Enough!

Leave her alone!

She's suffocating!

Come on!

Move it!

The people of Israel are alive...

To your cells, quickly!

Alive The people of Israel are alive...

We need to call for a strike tonight.

Yes, till when are we gonna stay quiet.

Not just a hunger strike.

They need to understand that we won't cook for them,

or sew uniforms for the military anymore.

Don’t forget administrative detention,

beatings and torture.

Get up!

Get up for counting.

Everyone up.

Stand up.

What’s happening here?

Quickly.

We're on strike.

These are our demands.

Very nice

Really nice.

What’s written here?

I’ll break your hand, I’ll break your eye.

I’ll break that hand, understand!

It’s all your fault.

I’ll show you.

I'll show you!

You'll learn...

Once there was a beautiful bird

that would fly over the forest every day.

One day, the bird saw a white horse galloping through the trees.

When they saw each other, they fell in love

and what did they get?

A little pony with wings.

My bird.

I don’t know if I’m right to keep him here locked up between four walls.

Come on, girls. What are you waiting for?

Get to work.

Shit.

Get your ass in gear.

Well?

Get to work, girls.

Layal.

Sanaa.

What’s this?

Massacre in Beirut.

"Begin:

False accusation against us."

They went into Sabra and Shatila.

And murdered people.

Let me out.

Let me bury my family.

Let me out so I can bury my family.

Why did you kill them?

Why did you kill them?

Why did they massacre the people?

Why?

Shulamit, that shit has nothing to do with us.

Hava, confiscate their books and letters.

Separate them from each other. I don't even want to hear them breathe.

You. Come with me.

Move it.

Where are you taking her!

It's none of your business!

Everybody here

dares to speak.

Shut up.

I'll cast the evil eye on you.

Shut your trap!

You’ve joined the troublemakers!

Move it, quickly!

Let’s see you strike here!

Strike, eh?

Don’t look at her.

Don’t be afraid, my darling.

Nour.

Don’t cry. Look what I have.

No, my darling. No, no. Nour,

look what I've got.

Look how nice the bird is.

Look at the bird, Nour. Look.

Like this, yes?

Look how the bird flies.

Here, you do it.

Come on.

This is a bird.

Say "bird." Bird.

Oui, bird.

Bird.

Bird.

Bird.

Come. Off we go!

Look there. Look.

Your son is two now, right?

Yes?

You know when he’s two, we have to take him away.

These are the regulations.

If you don’t pull out of the strike, you’ll lose your son.

You need to decide.

Don’t be afraid.

...the Earth that we were brought up on...

Sea, keep quiet We spent a long time...

-Strike. -In exile...

Give my greetings To the Earth that we were brought up on

Sea, keep quiet We spent a long time in exile

We’re on strike.

Give my greetings to...

No, I’m on strike.

For Nour.

This is for you, hide it.

I came to say goodbye.

They’re letting me out in a few days.

Take care of yourself.

-You too -I’ll never forget what you did for me.

Try to stay away from trouble.

Drugs, I can stay away from, but pickpocketing I can’t promise you.

Take care of yourself and Nour.

And tell the women we’ve joined the strike.

What's this?

What's going on?

What's going on?

I'll break you hands!

Stop that racket!

What’s wrong, Rihan?

They won’t let me see my kids.

The little one is very sick.

Ruti is threatening to take Nour from me.

Ruti has no mercy.

We’re mothers.

No one can judge us for thinking about our kids first.

What about the strike?

Wake up! Can’t you see where Sanaa is dragging us with her strike?

She has nothing to lose, but you have Nour.

Seven fifty-three and 467 just broke the strike.

Tell them they can have a visit tomorrow.

Rihan and Layal, where are you going?

Hello, girls, welcome.

People cry at night

But we don’t hear their voices

Terrorists cry in the night But we don’t hear their voices

Stop it, Ze’eva.

You...

Fuck off and shut your mouth, okay?

Let’s draw here.

A chimney.

With smoke coming out.

And here.

Draw rain coming down.

Draw rain.

Stand up and draw rain.

I thought you were in Canada.

I had to come back to see you and…

Nour.

His name is Nour.

I know.

I brought him a present.

Don’t you think it’s time he left here?

What do you say Nour?

Come see the real world, little man.

Huh?

When did you start thinking about him?

He’s my son. We need to think about what’s best for him.

Were you thinking of him when you asked me to abort him?

I was thinking of you.

What place is this for a child?

You came back from Canada to give me lessons in bringing up my child?

I came back because I love you.

You love me?

Two years… no letter, no visit, not even a word.

You love me?

Don't bother.

It's too late.

We’re done here.

I’m back in the strike.

Here’s another duck.

That's its papa.

This is the father, this is the mother and this is the baby duckling.

Swimming.

Come, let’s see what they do at night.

When night fell…

the baby duck was very good.

When its mama said it was time to sleep,

the baby duck would go to bed.

Your son has to leave here.

-Listen to me. -Give him to me.

-Nour. -Mama!

Give him to me.

Give him to me!

Stop it!

-Nour! -Mama!

Nour!

Nour!

Nour!

Nour!

Nour!

Nour!

A Palestinian resistance operation

takes the battle inside Israeli occupied territories.

This is the only way.

A group of commandos succeed

in infiltrating behind Israeli military lines

under a barrage of heavy bombardment.

And they fight with them, leaving people dead and injured.

Here.

You know I’m on strike.

What’s wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?

Because I know you’d do anything to get out of here.

What are you talking about?

I’m talking about the cigarettes.

The visits.

What were you telling the guards?

What were you telling Ruti about us?

You’re a mother like me.

You know how much I miss my kids.

Why are you using your kids as an excuse?

I don’t know how I ever believed you and trusted you.

Are you convinced with what you’re doing?

I actually came to say goodbye.

Ruti’s letting me out.

At what price?

You know what…

I’m going to tell Sanaa about you.

Don’t you dare.

I’ll kill you!

Get away from me.

What's all this racquet?

Come on, Fidaa.

Come.

Pull the rope.

Okay.

Can't hold still!

Quickly.

Hurry.

Never mind. Quickly!

Pull.

Tie it well.

Today, it will be at 10 o'clock sharp.

Come on, quickly!

We'll end up in deep trouble.

Hurry up!

Yes, God bless you.

Strike!

Strike, strike.

-Strike! -Let's do this!

Open strike.

Quickly.

Move it.

Sanaa.

What is it?

Rihan is informing on us.

-Rihan! -Stay away from me!

Get away!

Get away from me!

You traitor!

Get away from me!

Rihan!

Jamila.

Jamila, get up, talk to me.

Fidaa.

Jamila, answer me, get up.

No!

Jamila.

Inside, I said!

No!

Jamila!

Fidaa!

Jamila!

Enough.

Jamila!

Get out!

Jamila!

Jamila!

Close the doors!

Close the doors!

With our blood and souls, we redeem you, Palestine.

With our blood and souls.

Open the door!

Open the door!

I’m telling you to open the door!

Open the door.

I'll show you.

With our blood and souls, we redeem you, Palestine.

Open the door!

I'm telling you to open the door!

Open the door!

Hello.

Rachel.

We’re not afraid.

Stop it!

Enough!

Gas!

Are you crazy!

Haven't you learned anything from history!

How dare you talk to me like that.

You killed a young girl!

You’re defending terrorists.

-What do you call your actions? -Defending our country.

Cut the bullshit.

Enough of this.

Get out.

Lawyer Steiner.

Don’t touch me.

This is a court order giving me access to my client.

Really?

I’m ready to see her now.

THE RESISTANCE CAPTURED SIX SOLDIERS AND ARE DEMANDING THE RELEASE OF THE PRISONERS

I’LL WAIT FOR YOU FOREVER… AYMAN

Listen up!

According to the exchange agreement

a decision has been taken to release the following prisoners.

Badria Mahameed.

Sanaa Bitar.

Rawda Olayyan.

Nadia Moghrabi.

Yusra Abed.

Fatmeh Taher.

Im Ali.

Im Ali!

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Congratulations!

Congratulations, Sanaa.

I’ll wait for you.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Congratulations!

I’m not very good at saying goodbye.

Better go quickly before they change their mind.

I don’t care.

Take care of yourself and the girls and Fidaa.

Sure.

Im Ali.

May you be released soon. Take care, my dear.

You too.

My dear Um Ali.

Mama!

Mama!