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My grandmother always used to tell me this story with a tear in her eye.

She was only seven at the time, running through the Jewish Quarter.

on her way to the Arab bazaar.

sunshine.

And can I get some hot peppers, if you can mix them? It would be great to get

the same cinnamon like last time.

But don't you try tricking me with that cheap one.

Oh, Khalas, you Jews think that's all we're good for?

Tricks and more tricks.

I will give you the best, like always.

How is the sumac today?

Fresh?

Exquisite.

You have a clever child.

One can use such a child around here.

Good for souk.

But let's give her a few more years of childhood innocence.

There is always time for work.

What are you doing?

Give me the child.

Give me the child now and run.

Give me the child. Yalla.

Yalla.

Yalla.

Dear Balak, Khalil. Dear Balak!

Shhh.

Shhh. Shhh.

Shvi.

I think it's about time you bring someone to help you in the story, huh?

About time, huh?

Why not march with us?

Together we will be stronger.

I have better things to do than mess around with a pointless ideology.

Grow with the times, yeah.

No point killing a single worm when you know there are more in the ground.

That's why you're never going to be a leader like al-Husseini.

the memory of that tragic day remains engraved in chaya's heart

khalil saved my grandmother's life however her mother

never came back