"Abdallah! Abdallah Yataima, right? I'm Nase's mother, who played with you! He's dead, he was injured and couldn't get to the hospital, because of hunger, because of weakness. Do you remember me? One day you stole my oldest daughter's snack and I got furious. Nase. They gave him to us to bury, but his father doesn't have the strength to do anything anymore. We haven't eaten for three days. The little girl is a baby, we don't have any extras. Abdallah, come closer, please, I can't shout anymore, I didn't know you were in charge of distributing food. Do you remember Nase? He said he'd go on a big trip when there was peace. And now you're distributing food.
Listen, Abdallah, we're neighbors, we were neighbors, I mean. You're a good boy. I know everyone asks you for food. Everyone has a little kid. Look at me, do you like me? Do whatever you want with me. Strip me, don't deprive yourself. What do you want me to do? I'll do it. For a little bag of flour, you can give me to your friends, if you want. These are wartime, and in war, the rules are different. For a little bag of flour, I'll dance naked in front of you. Do you want me to cut off a nipple? I will, if you want. Give me some flour for the girl, Abdallah; look at me, I'm young, I have a beautiful ass that will be everything to you, look at my mouth. When we're in peace, we'll forget everything. We're neighbors, let's help each other. You played with my dead son. How old are you? Nineteen, you're a man. Now you'll prove it, Abdallah. Your friends too, and of course they will, and tomorrow there will be more. For all of them, you'll see how they like me. Let's go here behind the truck, don't be nervous. You're good boys, I'm a good woman. Come. Who's first? No. Just a moment. The flour. I want to see it. Give me the flour first. My daughter will be so happy when she sees me arrive. Come on, she'll be pleased. Is your mother alive? I'm so glad. When it's quiet, I'll stop by to say hello. You first, Abdullah.
