Venturing out into the street for the first time alone, Cherifa adjusts her veil so that the seeing eye should not be seen. Heedless of propriety, she crosses the medina to warn her dissident husband that he is in danger of his life. Meanwhile, Touma in a bar in the French quarter tries to look casual in her strange new clothes and the even stranger environment. Family and friends condemn her as a prostitute.
Nuzha, the “prostitute,” watches incredulously as the young men climb the walls to their death. The Israelis are not going to run out of bullets. Another way must be found to penetrate into their stronghold. She offers to lead the combatants into the compound through a secret underground passage that can be accessed through her kitchen.
In a paroxysm of pain, a woman tries to prevent her child from being born, while her husband at the front tries to survive mortal wounds. They are both struggling to keep the promise that he should be the first to see their son. The dead infant is placed on the dead man’s chest.
