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Hello, My name is Raghda.

I am thirteen years old. I like to Intifada. I am in eighth grade. I am a Palestinian child. I live in Deir Ibzi'a.

We are the children of Palestine. We send this to all the children of the world and especially American children. We tell you here about our tragic situation in the shade of the unfair occupation who doesn't know the word mercy. The Second Terrorist After Bush (Sharon) kills the children, arrests the men, humiliates women, demolishes houses, destroys trees, pollutes the air, steals the goods of this country and has the movement of the citizens in his hands. He besieges the cities and villages since a year. We can't see our relatives and friends.

Who needs something has to walk many meters on foot over the mountains to reach the main road. There he might find the army, who sends him back to the place he came from. So he has to go back after a long suffering. The army shoots fire on the people so a Palestinian can be killed in seconds.

The feeling of the Palestinian children are sad in the shade of Israeli terror. The child can't play and laugh like all the children of the world. He can't reach any amusement places. Our rights are taken from us. The tears are in our eyes. The ears listen to the sound of guns and bombs. The eyes see blood and the legs run away from Israeli soldiers. The hands treat the injured people.

We ask American kids to help us, because we asked adults but they didn't listen. We hope that you hear our call for help and help us. We believe we will get our rights some day. We thank everyone of the Internationals who tried to help us, especially Mr. Jon. Thank you very much.

Raghda........ Age 13

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