"Mom Pentience Palestine"

Stories of Palestinian children:

Yanal Zayed My name, I have 4 years. I want to swim. I want to be at home, have a house and a window to look outside.

Atrash My name is Sara, I'm 5, Maman, I love you.

Heba Burkan: 12: We long for peace and security. We want love and affection. Give us our childhood and freedom.

Mizer Jibrin, 15 (brother of Ala). Israeli soldiers prevented us from going out to the kitchen or the bathroom. We were in an incredible situation. As the toilets are far from home, my younger sisters used a junk box empty. I refused and insisted on going to the toilet outside. My parents tried to help, and as I insisted it had been agreed, telling me to be careful. When I finished the bathroom, the soldiers surrounded me and asked me to put your hands in the air. One of them pushed me and started questioning me: What are you doing, what's your name, how old are you? I told them and they would beat me when my father shouted: "Stop, stop, is a child who is out for the toilet." They released me and broke into the house. They have imprisoned my sisters, my brothers and me in our small kitchen and destroyed our business. They arrested my father and beat him with other men. Then they covered their heads with plastic bags by taking them to an unknown destination. I knew the occupation and I will never forget, never. I mean stop your occupation, stop your tyranny and stop your killing, stop ....