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My name is Amira Al Zaza from Gaza
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I have three sons and three daughters
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The war was so tough
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We were thrown by Missiles
and firebelts and beat
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I heard since 1948 my mother
telling me what happened
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You wouldn’t get anything from
your stuff or carry anything
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so I imagined this scene as it exactly was
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We went out clad in the cloth we wore
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And walking along the way
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My children walked a lot and no
one knew that except Allah
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Weariness and misery, Weariness..
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I swear when my kids asked for food
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I didn’t find anything to feed them
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We spent days,,
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I don’t know what I can say..
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I was constantly weeping all day and night
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Getting food is so hard,
in addition to its high cost
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Getting water is also agony..
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I swear I was screaming out for my
children when they were asleep
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to wake them up when the water tank came
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Everything comes in agony, in agony!
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Except for diseases and pollution..
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Bathrooms are polluted, food isn’t clean
And covered in sand
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We don’t eat a bite of decent food
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I swear yesterday, they wanted food
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I swear I don’t have money to buy food
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I swear I’m sitting and crying
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and asking for what all of this!
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Great is goodness when it lights up
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Eyes.. And the spirit of giving is great
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as a gesture of love with a loving soul
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And the touch of a heart with a merciful palm
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And what except goodness which gives glow
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With beauty and value for our essence
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We’ll give hope
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In the highest work
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Let’s live a modest life
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We’ll give hope
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In the highest work
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Let’s live a modest life
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Our happiness when it comes is like dream
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As for each tiring feeling
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As they are among us silently wearisome
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And they are like treasure in the month of spoils
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As they are together, they won’t be hopeless
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Or be broken or defeated
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We’ll give hope
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In the highest work