Chapter 15
After a brutal beating, Basil awakens surrounded by a sea of faces. He tries to shout “Revolution! Revolution until victory!” and collapses again. Prisoners gently rub his shoulder, feed him tea with a spoon, and wipe his face. Salih spots him, calls his name, and Basil, encouraged, learns that he is now considered a man. He shares recent news: the Habash house demolished, the Hawash house shelled, guerrilla actions involving Abu Ammar and Yasser Arafat, and the fate of prisoners. The comrades place a sack over his head and bring him to their headquarters, where they mock‑tease him for spitting at their captors, calling him “Abu al‑Izz” (father of glory). The nickname fills Basil with pride; Salih, Elias (who introduces himself as Abu Ahmad), and other fighters treat him with respect and explain the title’s significance. Elias shows his own maimed face—lost an eye, a hand, and a split lip—while wearing a black‑leather glove on his right hand. Basil witnesses the stark cost of the struggle and feels the name’s weight.
Dinner is a sparse soup with vegetables, olives, a radish, and tea. Prisoners greedily eat; each offers Basil an egg, insisting he be their guest. Basil, nauseated, refuses, hiding his face in tea. The conversation turns to family: Salih asks about Adil, his mother, and Lina; Basil reports Adil is fine, his father deteriorating, and Nuwar crying. Basil also hears about the prisoners’ plans and the light sentence for spitting.
Later, the group holds a “party.” Hamza declares the arrival of a revolutionary hero, shouting “Revolution! Revolution until victory!” The men chant the slogan in unison and present Basil as “Abu al‑Izz.” Overwhelmed, Basil steps forward, looks to Salih for support, and delivers a trembling speech, simply repeating the revolutionary chant he had shouted at his captors. The crowd joins again in chorus.
The celebration continues with improvised music: a bucket serves as a drum, prisoners sing a lament about manacles, recite a poem by Kamal Nasser, and perform the dabke folk dance. Jokes, a poetry competition, and shouted slogans fill the room. A solemn anthem about suffering, hope, and resistance brings tears to Basil’s eyes. Elias raises his mutilated arm, now free of its leather sheath, like a flag, while the others chant about a victorious leader.
Exhausted, Basil lies back on his mat, promising Salih he will never answer to the name “Abu al‑Izz” again. Salih affirms the name’s perfection, but Basil, disillusioned by the violence he has witnessed and the personal cost of guerrilla life, resolves that he will not take part in armed action. He falls asleep holding Salih’s hand, dreaming of his mother’s breast, ending the chapter with his quiet rejection of the revolutionary identity imposed on him.