Chapter 10
Adil, having consumed several glasses of brandy, feels the ground sway and begins a hallucinatory monologue as he stumbles through the deserted, mud‑slammed streets of Nablus at night. He and his cousin Usama walk together past closed shops, under the watchful eyes of patrol cars, while the cold, moist air cuts into their lungs. Adil repeatedly mentions the wounded Abu Sabir, whose hand has lost fingers and whose blood keeps spurting, noting that his diabetes prevents clotting and that his family cannot afford his dialysis filter. He compares the nation’s drowning to a radio that keeps playing hopeful songs, and laments the “seaweed” of daily life that suffocates the people.
Usama repeatedly tries to persuade Adil to come with him, insisting that they must go somewhere, while Adil offers excuses about Nuwar waiting at the door. Their dialogue spirals into a philosophical debate: Adil challenges the idea of freedom, calling it absurd and farther than Laylat al‑Qadr; he questions whether hunger can be a form of happiness and demands that Usama convince him that the struggle has fixed rules. Usama replies anxiously, mentioning his trip to a farm where only an old man and a dog were present, and later mutters about the futility of talking to a drunk.
Adil vomits repeatedly, describing the stench of alcohol and digestive juices, and observes an old peasant feeling his way along the cobblestones with a stick. He breaks down, weeping and sobbing, then shouts for Usama to justify his actions, asking whether the fight can be justified when people go hungry. He demands a woman who will open a door for him, expressing both sexual longing and bitterness. The conversation oscillates between personal grievances—kidney pain, the loss of a farmhand’s hand, the lack of servants on the family mansion—and broader political commentary about the occupation, the legend of Zarqa al‑Yamama, and the endless battle that never dies.
The scene ends with Adil’s desperate, chaotic pleas: he offers his life to Usama if he can be convinced that freedom means people who cannot defend themselves should starve, he curses the endless cycle of tragedy, and finally, amid the mud and darkness, he cries “Sink into the mud, oh Palestine of mine, and let the seaweed cover you!” as a final surrender to despair.