Jamila Jad - Beirut, Lebanon - Arabic (Global Lives Project, 2009) ~16:26:51 - 16:41:52
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It's the only one.
Really? I swear it's the only one. I swear.
Come on. Go eat your chocolate.
-I want to buy a Pepsi. -Take a Pepsi.
There isn't any.
-There isn't any. -Here. -A big one.
Give her a glass one.
-Glass? -Glass? There isn't a big glass bottle ... Give me ... You stepped on my foot.
-There aren't any. -Fine. Give her a plastic one.
-You want a big one? -Yeah.
Come here. Take these cups.
-My mom didn't tell me to bring cups. -She told me to send her cups.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Welcome.
Baby.
Take this.
Come on. Let's eat lunch.
-Come here, Hamza. Come on, sit down. - Eat, honey.
-Mom, are they going to eat? -No, they aren't going to eat. Later.
Mom, ask them! Ask them!
-Papa, are they going to eat? -Sit down and eat.
Jamila, put the...
Enough. Sit down and eat like normal. Sit down, sweetheart.
-Jamila, serve yourself. Do you know how to serve yourself? Bring us the salt. -Can you serve me some?
Give me some, Papa.
Give that here for a second. I'll make him a plate. Jamila...
Cups?
Hamza! Come here.
Come here.
-Salt? -Bring the salt, Hamza.
-Ahmad. -Mom. -Don't play with the bread.
I'm eating!
Slowly. Slowly.
-Hamza. -Leave that alone.
Come here and get the salt.
Come, Hamza.
-Is this for me? -Bring it here.
Give me some rice, Papa.
Can I have some rice?
-Eat something. Okay, honey? Because tomorrow...
-You! -What?
Like this with the salt.
What do you need, sweetheart?
It's hot!
Lunch?
No? Okay, eat.
-Hamza, pour some here. -Papa, it's hot!
Um Hamza.
Father. Mother. Mother Hamza.
-Mother. Father. Father Hamza. -Eat, sweetheart.
-Papa, it's hot! -Eat slowly. Don't touch it. Slowly.
-Eat slowly. -But the camera... -Just like normal.
Like this.
Like normal, the way you always do.
Someone is talking to you, honey.
-Eat. You should be hungry. -Eat. -Ok, you gave me some.
-With your right hand. -Like this?
-They don't want to eat over there? -One minute.
-You, where's your... -I can't take it off until we're finished.
-There's only one dish? -Only one.
If there were another, I would have put it out.
-Hamza, eat! -Ok. -Did you give him some food?
-Why? They're eating. -Jamila.
-They are feeding each other. -Be quiet. -Come on.
Will they sleep with the girls?
You're eating while they film. Right now. So don't talk too much.
If they had put a microphone on you, they would hear you.
-Will they sleep with the girls? -No, they will stay here.
Put the bed mattress on the floor...My mattress and they can sleep on the floor.
-Eat the bread. -Pour them some Pepsi. -They don't want any.
-Yeah, you can't tell. -Come one. -Take it off.
Sit down and eat, honey.
-You have a lot of work today. -Really? -You have to study. -Did you tell them? -Yes. -As soon as we finish...
She can read Arabic. The one who speaks Arabic, she can read Arabic.
-English and Arabic. -That's enough, sweetheart.
I told her.
Where? With us? They will watch us while we study?
English.
-They're going to sleep over too! -I have Arabic and English.
-Did you feed him? -Yeah. -No.
-Abdallah! -He drives us crazy!
-Papa, he drives us crazy! -I don't have any work today.
Did you tell him about the class?
-Yes. He's coming up to teach her. -Did you explain the situation? -Yes. I talked to her.
-Who? Um Fadi? -No! She's not coming?
-They sat with her downstairs. -You swear? Why?
Is something wrong?
They went to Hanan's too.
Really? Are they living with her?
By the way....
-Give it to me. -Take it. -Mama? Mama? Papa?
-Can you get the game? The big one? -You get it.
But it's your fault. If you knew that, it was your responsibility. It cost twenty thousand lira.
-Did we get it? -Twenty. -Did you tell the teacher we were here?
I know.
Really, I know! Why do you think he's wearing the headphones?
Not to hear with them? To hear Arabic?
-Abu Shadi saw them. -Jamila, there's the microphone.
Where?
Why are you doing that? You'll hurt his ears.
Pour me some water.
There's a cup.
Stay until Ali comes.
-Papa, she understands English. Stop asking. -Pour me some.
-Me and Hamza. -You're tomorrow.
-Where are you? -I'll put it here.
-What did Mariam want? -Why do you need to know?
The one who speaks Arabic is named Lucie.
They're eating.
-They were messing around next to the school -Enough, Jamila. -It's ok.
-They're filming. -They said...
"How are you? Film us! Film us!" And they were speaking English!
-Did they film you in class? -Yes.
In religion class, the guy and the girl, that one...
And in Arabic class. Madame Fatim saw me.
She likes me. I don't know why.
-She likes me. -Who? -Madame Fatim. -Who is Madame Fatim?
-From the school. -The principal. -The principal. -She likes her now? -Who is Madame Fatim?
-Why? Why now? -I don't know.
-They all love me today. -Really?
-They're opportunists. -They love her!
-No one filmed me. -Me. -They filmed me too.
-Are you ok? What's wrong? -Madame Fatim starting chatting with me and laughing with me.
Madame Fatim started chatting with me
She took me to the bathroom.
-Madame Fatim, when they put the microphone on me. -Who? -Will they give it to you? -Madame Fatim.
Took me to the bathroom. She's a real opportunist!
-The supervisor? -The principal. -Bigger. The biggest, most important one. -That's enough, Jamila.
The principal, not the supervisor. The supervisor is the one who...
-Eat with your right hand, Jamila. -I'm just...
-She speaks English. -Bravo! -She's on television.
-Jamila? -Yeah? Give me some sauce.
Where should I put it?
I put it here...
We have a lot of work.
-You'll get up and do the dishes. -Excuse me?
-You bring the food and I'll come. -Ok.
I did it three times!
That's enough.
One time, what's his name?
-What happened to that guy? -Who? -When?
-Nothing happened to him? -I hurt my neck and my leg.
-Who? -Me. -Did you pick them up at school?
-Yes. -You picked them up from school? -Those two.
-And her? -She walked. -You walked?
Me and Ms. Zouhour. Yeah, because they left...
And me and Ms. Zouhour and the guy...
And the two came and sat and filmed at the house.
-Was there traffic? -I want some of this.
Give Abdullah some okra.
-What is it called? -Okra.
-What did you think it was? -Okra. Okra.
Give me a cucumber.
My stomach hurts.
Shhhh...
Give me a cucumber.
Here's a cucumber. You don't want a cucumber?
Shhhh.....
Papa, give me some sauce.
Give me some of that sauce.
-Take some. -Jamila, can you go get the big pot?
-Ok, get up and go get it. -Goodbye. -Okra, right?
My legs hurt!
This one?