Miral Page #3

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Who are you?

I told you, my name is Fatima.

I'm a nurse.

I was a good nurse.

The head nurse of the ward.

Help me to escape.

We were told that all

wounded soldiers in the hospital

would become prisoners of war.

I figured if that boy

had come from Jordan

to fight for the Palestinian people,

the least I could do

was help him get home.

Follow me.

I was fired on the spot.

Three life sentences

for helping some soldiers escape?

No, it wasn't for that.

After I was fired, I didn't know

where to go or what to do.

I did know I wanted them

to suffer like we do.

East Jerusalem was

under military occupation.

I felt I had to act.

We can't wait for outside help.

No one will help us.

We must do this ourselves.

This war is not over yet.

It took more than a month

for the bomb to arrive from Lebanon.

So I did it.

It was easier for me, I'm a woman.

- One ticket, please.

- It started already.

It's OK. I have seen it before.

The prisoner will now stand

and hear the verdict of the court.

Can you understand me?

Stand up.

Very well.

Two consecutive life sentences.

And for blatant disrespect

of this court,

let's add one more.

The bomb didn't go off,

but I was given two life sentence.

And one more for not

standing in the court.

Three, seven... what is the difference?

Am I a terrorist?

How can you kill someone

you don't even know?

Military occupation

is a monster that kills your soul.

I see them as soldiers.

I'm fine.

Take care of each other.

Take care of yourself.

Nadia will soon be out.

She insists on going back to Jaffa,

but I told her she should go

with all of you to Jerusalem.

I would like very much

if you'd take care of her.

Congratulations

to the husband and wife!

There we go, my sweet.

Haven't you had enough to drink today?

No. Not enough.

Do you have to do it now?

I'm going to...

Don't wait up for me.

Mama.

Can I eat your kunafeh?

Of course you can.

Just brush your teeth.

We'll save it for her.

She'll want it when she comes back home.

Where is Miral?

- Miral?

- She's not here.

- Where is she?

- She's not here.

Where are you hiding her?

I need to take my daughter to school.

She's not here. I will get her soon.

It is nearly 12.

What did you do to her?!

I will get her.

It is nearly 12.

She is at school.

Look, look.

Please, please, please, please.

Please.

Don't touch me.

I'm dirty.

That is not true,

that is not true.

- You don't deserve this.

- Nadia... No, no, come here.

You know... you know...

...I have loved you

from the very moment I saw you.

- No!

- No, let me help you. Let me help you.

Don't touch me!

Where's my daughter?

Miral?

Miral!

What did you do to my daughter?

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