به نام حضرت مهربان ترینم... 

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Watching with tears the sufferings of you... I am standing here... and there is thousands of kilometers physical distance between us... I stretch my hand to catch yours... you are there, far enough to reach my hand... I am praying... I am trusting my God... Please, Survive...

خدایا، کودکان غزه اکنون چه می کنند؟

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دارم فکر می کنم این رنج، کودکان غزه را زود بزرگ می کند. دخترکان غزه دلشان هوای عروسک بازی نمی کند به این زودی ها... نکند بزرگ شوند و تا همیشه به انسان ها با شک و هراس نگاه کنند؟ نکند بزرگ شوند و همیشه بغض کنند؟ نکند...

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و او که شاهد زندگی ماست... 

بعد از تحریر،

15 days have passed, and you are tired now. I can understand it… you hardly speak these days…  I can understand why… there is no word louder than your tears, your lost brothers and sisters, crushed home and school building and the darkness…  The darkness, which is the reason…. The darkness brought horror, bombs, and blood and took the security, peace, your family, water, food and your smile.

You hardly speak these days…

Darkness has got new meanings during the last 15 days… it is the same as missing, missing your family and the feeling of horror…  it is the same as loneliness, the same as silent tears and the same as soul suffering… you are too young to stand it, to bear , but please survive…

For me, too, 15 days has been like a nightmare… I am watching the tragedy and I wish I could hold you tight in my arms for a minute to relieve your childish shoulders from the sorrow and the horror… I wish I could do that…

You hardly speak these days… but please tell me how can I erase the darkness and bring back the sun for you?