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This is where the Sabra and Shatila massacre took place.

There were dead people everywhere. They were buried with bulldozers.

The dead lay all along this street. The bulldozers dumped them in a big ditch.

Palestinians and Lebanese from all walks of life died here.

Many were killed with machetes.

My aunt was also killed. That is where they cut her head off.

Oh my God, my son!

The dearest love of my heart!

Oh, my brother!

My name is Issa.

I live with my grandfather, my mother's father.

I was about 10 years old when my father died.

He died alone.

He became paralyzed and began to suffer.

He suffered and then he died alone.

My grandfather took me to a center…

a center for children who had lost their fathers or mothers in the war.

AL-FATIHA, IN THE NAME OF GOD ALMIGHTY, THINK NOT OF THOSE WHO ARE SLAIN

IN THE WAY OF ALLAH AS DEAD. NAY, THEY ARE LIVING.

On the day preceding Eid,

we all go to the cemetery…

to visit the graves of our parents or grandparents.

Push this button and it starts recording. See?

What would you like to be?

An agricultural engineer.

An astronaut.

A doctor.

What would you like to be?

An engineer.

A blacksmith.

-How are you, Miss Nuhad? -I'm fine.

-Where do you come from? -I come from Sefsaf.

Were you born in Palestine?

No, I wasn't, but my parents were.

Go on.

How did you feel when you were driven out of Palestine?

We were a wretched bare-footed lot, wandering from place to place.

Many people, young and old, died in the wilderness

when they tried to escape from Palestine and go to Lebanon.

How did you start your revolution?

In the beginning, it was an underground movement.

Some 30 or 40 years later,

when the West Bank and the rest of Palestine fell,

the PLO was formed and many of us joined its ranks.

When you return to Palestine, what will you do first?

First of all, I would rebuild my house.

Next, I would take care of our land,

our olive trees, and our property.

Rebuilding our houses is our priority, because all of our homes were destroyed.

Fifty years on, do you see yourself ever going back to Palestine?

Even if I live to be 100, I would still hope to return.

What would you say to the new generation of Palestinians?

I would like to say that

in one or 100 generations' time,

when me and others are dead,

promise me that Palestine will never be forgotten.

I was crossing the road one day and I didn't see any cars.

A car driving at 200 km/h appeared out of nowhere.

It hit me in the legs…

and I was thrown into the air.

Then it ran over my leg, shoulder, and head.

My head suffered four fractures. My arm needed treatment.

My leg suffered seven fractures.

There is one dot for the letter "Za." Every letter has its own dot.

What do you mean?

What do I mean?

The sounds "Za" and "Na".

-Well done. What do we write now? -"Ba."

"Za" and "Ma" and "Ba" and "Qa". "Zambaq".

Which grade were you in?

Fourth grade, maybe.

-"Maybe"? -Yes, maybe.

You're not sure? Who was your teacher here?

It's because of the accident that injured my legs.

-Which accident? -A car ran over me.

-Where? -It hit me in the head.

I can't concentrate anymore.

Can you remember this?

I remember things myself, from my own mind, not from school.

What can you remember then? What if I asked you to write a word?

I don't remember anything.

Nothing at all? Not even a word or letter? Can you write the letters of the alphabet?

Just the ones I wrote down for you.

Would you like to rent a bicycle?

Don't be long, now!

Sometimes I feel like

I can't stand my house or myself any longer.

I can't stand anyone any longer.

Sometimes I can't stand myself.

There are times when I curse the day I was born.

Farah! Wake up, darling, it's 6:00!

Just a little longer, Mom.

No! Get up now!

Just a little while longer.

My name is Farah Obeid. I'm in the fifth grade.

I'm one of three sisters, Hiba, Kholoud, and me.

Hiba! Come and have breakfast! Are you ready?

No, not yet.

Leave your bags in the hallway and come have your breakfast!

My mother wakes us up at 6:30 a.m.,

but we normally stay in bed a while because we don't like getting up.

Here's one cheese sandwich and one with thyme.

I'll take the cheese one.

And I'll take thyme.

My mother was pregnant with me in Shatila…

during the siege.

She developed a craving for coffee.

One of the neighbors was making some coffee

and my mother smelled it.

That's why I have this birthmark.

I once saw…

two boys picking up clothes and stuff from the rubbish.

Come on.

Yesterday, I saw a boy. He was polishing shoes outside our school.

What's this?

Kids shouldn't have to work. They should be at school instead.

I would like to become a doctor,

because I adore small children

and I hate seeing them suffer.

-Hello. -Good morning.

I wake up and then I go to school.

And after school, I go to work.

I work as an apprentice carpenter, but I also make paper and prints.

Pick it up and keep silent so it doesn't slip through your hands.

I'm friends with all of them.

Ali, Walid, and Imad

were injured during the war.

Please, Mr. Sa’eed! It's between Issa and me.

Sou'ad uses crutches. She was injured during the massacre.

Yes, bring them together.

And then there is me, and my hand.

And head, and legs sustained injury too, but I can still walk.

…you can see, I'm on it.

-Move your hand back. -We don't want to break it, man!

Are you worried about that or about me?

I do worry about you. But you won't break if you fall on the ground.

Mr. Issa, bring me that pot on your way over.

…the waves go with it.

It took you an hour.

Sa’eed teaches me.

He tells me to use my head and to concentrate.

-Finish this for me. -What if it goes wrong?

Then we'll fix it. Everything will be okay.

-Are you sure? -You're still learning.

-Are you sure? Are you? -Stop it.

No worries. It'll be one of many in the future.

-Easy, Issa. It will be all right. -What else can I do?

The apple is gone. Eve ate it.

Have you kicked us out of heaven then?

Which one is Eve?

-Beware of God's woe on you! -She ate it.

We were pretty comfortable in heaven. Why did you have to bring us down?

My hand is trembling.

You'll soon get the hang of it. Watch.

Like this.

Do you see this, Issa? It's a camera.

Try to film something with it.

How?

Turn it round, Issa. This is what records things.

I can see your eye.

No. Turn it round.

This is where you record things and this is the TV screen.

Wow! I can see Imad smiling.

How come?

Come here.

Do you want me to climb into the camera?

Look, you.

What can you see?

Should I comb my hair or put some eye make-up on?

Actually, you're holding a pen.

You have your hand on your cheek.

-Hi there, Mai! -Hello, Issa

-Hello. -How are you?

Fine, thank you.

What do you see?

I can see really well now.

Look! I can see an image of the horse.

Move away!

Hey! Stop!

Oh, how cute!

Switch it off until we get to my grandfather's place.

Granddad, would you like to return to Palestine?

Of course I would. Is there anyone who doesn't like their homeland, son?

There's no place like home.

My homeland is very dear to me.

No matter where we go, we will always be outsiders.

Until Almighty God takes us back home someday.

Our homeland is ours.

It cannot be bought or sold and it's very dear to us.

My grandfather owns a shop. He sells fresh water and sweets.

The drinking water in Shatila is yellow and filthy.

That's why people have to buy clean water.

I sometimes help out in the afternoons or during my lunch break.

With regard to my family and my ancestors…

My grandfather tells me that he is from Haifa in Palestine.

When I asked him why he left Palestine,

he told me that they did not have enough weapons with which to resist.

A lot of people were dying.

He's got lots of arms from…

There were also shells.

Each one could destroy an entire building.

Israel attacked us with these weapons, but we had no way to fight back.

There you are! I can only see your sweater.

I can see you clearly now.

I can see you now, yes.

Look at the WordPress.

When my father comes home from work,

he has dinner and then he works on his computer.

He also tells Mom about his day.

Meanwhile, we play or do our homework.

"One night, a stormy wind blew, and the rain came down in torrents."

"Koko's body shivered…"

Mom teaches at a kindergarten school.

She also helps us with our homework.

He felt…

I don't let you make the coffee because you might spill it.

I studied at a United Nations Relief school.

My father was a laborer with a limited income.

In 1982, when Israel invaded Lebanon, my father was detained

and we found ourselves without a breadwinner.

I had to knit for a living, because things were getting worse by the year.

I met Khalid and married him in 1986.

Later, I had the chance to study at a nursery education training center

I studied for two years and earned a diploma in nursery education.

-I'm going to show you a WordPress game. -Really?

Dad is a cleaner for the United Nations Relief and Works Agency.

But before that,

he was a computer and electronics expert.

Sometimes I feel like he's fed up with his life.

At first, this job made me feel uptight.

Especially if I bumped into somebody I knew.

It's not because I'm fed up or uptight or anything like that.

It's because of the way people look at me. "Do you work here?"

"Yes, I do. What's the problem?"

Then they changed their attitude towards me.

But despite that, I've pursued my studies in computer science.

I don't accept my present reality, but I cannot change that.

There is also something distinct about all of us, not just myself.

I mean us, Palestinians.

There are 50 or 60 types of jobs

that we are not allowed to have.

Shatila has become a gathering place…

for all the downtrodden in this country.

And not just the Palestinians.

Beirut's poor ended up in Shatila.

All of the dispossessed have moved into Shatila.

What are you doing here?

Since 1982, we've been caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.

We, the people, have had to put up with the mistakes of our leaders,

who have abandoned us and forgotten about us.

Then the Lebanese government held us responsible for all of those mistakes.

-There is clearly something wrong. -After you got me in trouble!

No one gives a damn. They only think of Gaza, Jericho, and the Oslo Accords.

No one talks about the Palestinian refugees that are here.

I asked Granny when the Shatila camp was built.

She said when they left Palestine she was only four years old.

We hope that things will be resolved, so that we can return to our homeland.

Granny also told me

that her grandfather was a senior boatman in Jaffa.

When he heard that the Israelis had caused a massacre at Deir Yassin,

he feared for his children's lives

and decided to flee to Lebanon until things calmed down.

To this day, they still hope that they can return to Palestine someday.

I have worked as a brassware seller

and I have worked as a blacksmith and vegetable seller.

I couldn't hold down any of those jobs for more than a week or two.

Finally, I started working at the co-op, and I've managed to stay in the job.

-How though? -It's hard, but we need to stretch it…

Ali is teaching me how to use the printing plate.

I think of him as an older brother.

-All right, big guy? -Yeah!

What happened when you had your accident?

Which one? Do you mean when I was injured?

I'll tell you how I was injured. I was very young.

I was nine months old.

My mother was buying some things for me.

She carried me over her shoulder

and then a shell landed and I was thrown out of her arms.

She was injured.

We were both injured. That's our story.

That's how I got injured.

-It was a small piece of shrapnel. -Nothing serious, I hope.

It hasn't helped. I'm still waiting to get up and walk.

Ali's story began when he was just nine months old.

His mother was hit and so was he.

She died and her body was dumped in a ditch.

Ali was raised by his grandmother.

Watch your head.

Ghazi takes his cart

and he loads it with sand and stones,

which he then sells

to bombed-out building sites.

Sometimes he takes us for a ride

and we have a lot of fun.

"Bird."

"Ruler."

-"Bridge." -"Bridge."

-"Tramp". -"Trampled".

"Trampled".

"Turned".

What's going on here?

-My home. -My home.

Farah and her mother

went to the co-op one day.

We met there and she started visiting my school and teaching me.

I'm messing with you.

When I first started teaching him, I thought that he couldn't read.

It turned out that he remembered quite a lot.

Good on him for being able to remember.

He showed me how he had written "Palestine" on the blackboard.

I told him that his handwriting wasn't very good.

He became quite angry and I felt like he was cross with me.

The next time he showed me his handwriting,

I told him that it was fine.

How many pies could you afford?

Well done!

I was about to get it, but you let me lose!

Come on!

Yes, this is the best thing.

Define the word that's in brackets.

"The bird flew in the sky."

Is it an active subject, a predicate, or a verb?

A verb.

"The tyrant bit his fingers with remorse."

Is "tyrant" a predicate, a verb, or a subject?

-Subject. -That's right.

Great. Wait, okay.

Issa is the cleverest.

-No! -Who is then?

-I am the cleverest one here. -Fine, you're all clever then.

Don't get cocky.

But you need to sort out the pantyhose first.

It doesn't matter, the washing will get sorted anyway.

My mother comes from a family of eight, five brothers and three sisters.

Two of her brothers were killed during the War of the Camps.

My brother Ahmad was killed in 1986.

I was about four months pregnant with Farah.

It was December.

Less than a year later, my brother Mohammad was killed.

What really hurts me

is that Mohammad said he wanted to throw a birthday party for Farah.

He was killed four months before her first birthday.

That's why Mommy never throws birthday parties for any of us.

Every time we ask her about it, she bursts into tears.

Aunt Ibtihaj was killed during the Israeli invasion.

A shell hit her house.

She was nine months pregnant. She was taken straight to the hospital.

Nobody could believe it when the baby was delivered alive.

The baby lived for five hours, but later died.

Daddy has been looking for work in the computer business…

SHATILA CLUB - SERVICES AND GAMES. PRINTING, DOCUMENT PHOTOCOPYING,

SELLING AND REPAIRING COMPUTER DEVICES

…but he hasn't had any luck.

So he told Mommy that he planned to open a computer shop in Shatila.

He wanted to begin with the computer that we have at home

and then buy three more in installments.

My ambition is to lead a normal life,

to raise my children and give them a good education.

I just want them to lead a normal life, nothing else.

But when you are faced with the realities of this place,

you soon realize how difficult that is.

She took the basket and she knocked at the door.

And who opened it?

-Her stepmother. -Her stepmother.

Was she happy to see her?

-No. -And why not?

Because she didn't want her in her house.

-Go away! -Come on.

She pushed her out the door.

Poor Sawsan had to sit outside in the freezing snow.

When my children talk to me about their dreams and ambitions,

like when Farah tells me that she wants to become a doctor,

I feel awkward and afraid to tell them the truth.

Then I think to myself

and wonder what kind of future lies ahead of us.

He was leaving work that afternoon.

He was coming from…

My grandfather told me the story of my uncle Ahmad,

who was killed in the Shatila massacre.

My other uncle, Mohammad…

was hit by a shell while he was out walking.

Some people suffered injuries to their legs or arms.

Others lost a leg or a hand.

Uncle Mohammad had a cut on his neck and died.

We were sitting on the balcony and…

My aunt Ne'amat was sitting down.

She was hit by a stray bullet, right here.

As you see, God has taken two sons and a daughter from me.

Almost every household has been stricken with grief.

Some have lost two sons, some three. Others have only lost one.

Some have lost their whole family. That's war for you. No family is spared.

So that's the story of your uncles and aunt.

I was the only one awake, the rest were fast asleep.

I heard the clinking of glasses in the kitchen.

I went to have a look but found nothing.

Sometimes I can hear someone calling my name.

Who, I wonder, would be calling out my name?

I saw no one around me.

I once dreamt that my grandmother…

came out of her picture.

She is dead.

She came out of her picture…

and asked me to fetch her a glass.

I told her that there were some people outside who were bothering me.

She told me that there was a mental asylum out there.

I told her that the asylum was no longer there, but here in our building.

She then reminded me that I had forgotten to fetch that glass for her.

I went to fetch it and then I saw her walk away slowly…

until she went back into her picture.

"Tank."

It's a tail.

Whose tail? Is it a donkey's or a dog's?

Something like that.

What dream…

Push off!

Just tell me a little bit, please.

What's the most frightening dream you've ever had?

The one with you in it!

Come on, be serious.

-Come on. -I mean it.

Fine! I'm not talking to you anymore.

If you don't talk to me, I won't talk to you.

Move your hand away! I want to see that.

That one!

Just a bit more, please.

What is there, but not there?

There, but not there?

-There, but not there? -Air!

Some clowns from France visited us once.

They put on a very nice show.

I was frightened at first.

I was worried that they might do something to me.

They came for a day…

and left straight after.

We were so happy.

We couldn't believe that we'd been visited by clowns from abroad.

They only came that one time and then they left.

If only they would come back.

A long time ago,

I dreamt that I was a prince.

I had a hat on my head

and I rode a horse.

I held the reins and I let him run.

People were looking at me,

but they didn't believe that I was a prince.

I grabbed a large handful of money

and I said, "Take it."

When I woke up, I thought, "What a waste. All that money."

Sometimes I close my eyes

so I can see pretty images.

I see a dog and things like that.

The paint in our house is peeling,

so I will try to see something else there, like a pretty girl.

I imagine it, really.

What was that folk song about?

-It was about Palestine. -Yes, about Palestine.

-Why Palestine? -We want them to give back our land.

-Why is that? -Because the Israelis took it.

Why did they do that?

Because it has heritage, olive trees, lemons, and citrus fruits.

We have to get our land and our country back.

And our houses as well.

We want them to be as beautiful as they once were.

They killed people over there.

They should let people be the way they were.

How would you draw a new Palestine?

Like a beautiful house, all decorated.

I'd draw the land

and then draw my grandfather's house the way my grandmother described it.

Imagining is the main thing, even if you only draw a bird.

I want the color blue.

I want the Palestinian flag next to it.

There are some tangerines, bananas…

-Cooked rice with lentils? -…lentils, cooked rice with lentils…

A lemon, and stewed vegetables.

Yes, teacher, they grow vegetables there.

I wish they would let us return to our land.

I asked my grandfather if he would go back to Palestine.

"Would you go back to Palestine?"

And he said that he would if he could.

Your land is your land, no matter what.

Yes, I'd love to go back to Palestine.

Perhaps the birds there are different…

to the ones over here.

If you have a bird here…

does that mean that you'd know what color the bird is over there?

I wish they would let us return to the land that is ours.