they took merra out of the safe room and out of respect gave me clothes to cover myself.ev hill is one of the terrorists on the cutting edge, he is always crying out loud. when they took me out of the mosque, they dressed me in three skirts so that i would be modest, and then we reach the border, i see another group of terrorists, they saw me, i took your children, we hid behind a hill of sand, they did not hurt us and they continued to go, and then security the zionist regime distributed 20,000 weapons among the settlers in the bank. published images show this action with the presence of the minister of internal security of the zionist regime, itmar ben guer, has taken place. another news is that the zionist settlers, who were supported by the military of this regime , destroyed a bakery with a bulldozer in drusa palestinian hawara in the west bank. until the next part of the news. in the name of god, greetings and good morning to you, dear viewers of the khabar channel, as we had predicted and expected , the temperature drop occurred in the northern parts of the country

i am tired and angry from repeating the sentences that chew merra's teeth. and my wounded eyes are not the bleeding of your heart , my voice is not your voice, i wish my words were pieces of metal, the iron was stripped from the iron, and the words phosphorus, nitrogen were shot to my sentences. if the letters of arrow were tnt, and if the word aatash was rocket, i would offer you all the languages . to the monsters from your children's dreams an old man tired of a long battle, who has a bird in his cage and victims looking everywhere, you only see the face of his executioner, i wish i could pulverize my bones for grenade powder and turn my muscles into a widespread anti-personnel mine near the olive tree of your harm. so that no stranger steps on it, i wish my eyelids were omnivorous . i want to be a number naked at your gate in the field let me melt in the fire of this dream, and in the form of the word love in my dreams, if they keep your name , the sad news of palestine is at the top of the news . it is about the first qibla. zeitun verses are the verses

i am tired and angry from repeating the sentences that grind merra's teeth. and my wounded eyes don't prevent your heart from bleeding because my voice is not your voice. i wish the letters were metal pieces. iron on lead bullion and nitrogen phosphorus words. my sentences would be shot. the word tnt if it was tnt and rocket, if the word was fire. i would offer all languages ​​to you. you don't see the monsters from your children's dreams, you are tired of a long-term battle where a bird has a cage and the victim looks at everything except the face of the executioner. i wish i could grind my bones into powder for grenade powder and turn my muscles the widespread anti-personnel mine near the olive tree, your harms, so that no stranger steps on it, i wish my eyelids were all urban, you eat your name in the temple to paralyze the saharans, tired of standing in the queue for resolutions and meetings, of crying in speeches and of clapping for promises from the police and ambulances, i want to be a number , naked at your gate, in the square, let me melt in the fire