And while she's at work, her children can be cared for, and given a tour of the city, riding around endlessly on the busses, day after day after day.
Why, yes! And the mother can wonder if any of her husband's brothers or friends will have their prayers answered by their god. If so, her little ones might be shredded on an Israeli bus, but since they could be horribly crippled or killed because a co-religionist attempted to gain admission to an Islamic whorehouse, she'll be overjoyed.
You can see news reports of *happy* Palestinian mothers just so thrilled that they raised their young to be walking bombs while they, the parents, sit at home a few miles away. One can only wonder what this mother is hoping for her own little children.
It's the ancient god of youth sacrifice in that region, Molech.