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We look the children in the eye, but we do not understand. How much we hurt them. For we all know that kassams are not birds. That’s what Hannah, the kindergarten teacher, tells us-- that one day there will be kites instead of rockets. Kites of many colors - I want mine to be red, so that everybody will notice how big and beautiful it is. I want it to be unique and powerful - Like the color of blood. I pray before God everyday, and I ask That my mother will no longer be...
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