Chapter 22

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The chapter opens with a forceful knock on the decrepit front door of an elderly Palestinian woman’s home. She rises, mutters prayers, and opens the door to a squad of Israeli soldiers shouting “Usama al‑Karmi!” She denies his presence, insisting he is in Amman. The soldiers split into four groups, rifling through wardrobes, under the bed, drawers, and cupboards, demanding answers about Usama’s interest in factory workers, his whereabouts during the loudspeaker call that preceded an officer’s assassination, and whether he is hiding in the house.

A soldier brandishes a machine‑gun; the woman pushes the weapon aside, puts on her dressing gown and prayer scarf, and continues reciting prayers while verbally cursing the soldiers. The troops pull out Usama’s clothes, shoes, socks, and a bag of dried apricot paste, questioning whether she fasts during Ramadan. More soldiers arrive, converse in Hebrew, and eventually all but one leave. The remaining soldier sits, repeatedly asks “Where’s your son?” and threatens to return him safely if she cooperates, then shows unexpected concern, asking if she is ill.

Through the window the woman sees neighbours watching; Um Sadiq hides behind a curtain, observing. The soldiers finally withdraw. Immediately afterward Um Sadiq bursts in, frantically looks for the woman’s medicine, finds a capsule in a glass bottle, and hands it to her while expressing relief and anger at the intrusion. The old woman resumes praying, invoking Qur’anic verses, cursing the occupiers, and repeatedly accusing her son Usama of involvement in the officer’s killing.

Suddenly she feels a prick in her arm; a doctor appears briefly, then departs, leaving her grandson Adil at her side. Adil kisses her hand, calls her “Auntie,” and remains silent as she continues to blame Usama, shouting “You did it!” The chapter closes with the woman sobbing, clutching her prayer beads, and lamenting the loss of hope for her son amid the relentless occupation.