On a humid afternoon, an hour or two after lunch, Nadi al-Attar, 12, set off on a donkey-drawn cart with his grandmother Khariya and two of his young cousins to pick figs from a small orchard near their home in northern Gaza.
Ahmed, 17, one of the cousins, remembers the moment when the shell struck, but pauses as he tells his story to nervously rub
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I just talk to to many people who would rather deny that anything is happening than do even the smallest thing to help and *that* really depresses me-since if I consider them a friend I expect them to be the kind of person I can respect.
My rants are usually sponsored by the spoiled selfish people and happily countered by the rest of you;-) so thank you again!
(and sorry for the slow reply I had no keyboard until a few days ago)
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(I wrote this before my other comments but didnt post it till after cause I had to log out and in. So sorry there's not much to it).
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I added your newer account a minute ago so you should be able to see everything/comment now.
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