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Jun 2016
I am the child of Palistian
I have my cause and I have my rights
When I see my older brother
Taken up into the outlaw's hands
I cry out the international cry
That if they shoot me to my death
I'll clutch a stone in my hand
And never forget the martyrs' cause
-Translated nursery rhyme, as sung by a five-year old girl from Khan Yunis, Gaza Striip
Nawal Yahya
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Nawal Yahya
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   Teresa Alaska
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