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Israeli children are traumatized attacks by Hamas has so much that they wet their bed


Write an article to talk about what is happening in Palestine to say what? to say that I support the Palestinian cause? AC is a fact, but after? I support a nation that is not even recognized as such. I support people who do not know even what it means to live in peace, a nation that sees death hit her family daily, and a Fulani who no longer fear death. I support a people who have no right even to dream and has no future. yes it's true I support, but after? what can I do? I can not do anything apart and watch this injustice to rebel. Briefly, I think all I can say on this subject has already been said many times but it did not help and it will not do anything. we need a miracle to win this war the Palestinians and they return to their country and their identity.
Special Envoy last night on TV5: Israeli children are traumatized by the attacks of Hamas has so much that they wet their bed.
This phrase goes through my mind while writing this article that say?
Is it possible to comment on such a sentence? no but is this normal? we care about the mouth that the? !
Children who wet the bed !!!!!! and children who die every day disaines is normal that? or is that the pee of a Jewish child is more important than the blood of an Arab child? ! that sentence was really shocked, it takes us for morons and we can not say anything, do anything. everyone knows that Jews have mastered the media but anyway! we try to justify a war that has killed and injured over 7000 people just because the Jewish children were scared in their beds at night? !
Really I do not know what to say, I leave you to comment on this sentence.

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good luck to all students


Students Students, I wish you good luck! and I wish good luck in the same occasion! yes, when was in high school, has that same date, it was the holiday begins, and Saturday, the eve of the holiday we went out it was sacred holidays are now renamed period of revision and I'm so tired that I stay in bed.
yes, it was full of phototcopies and we are ready for a period of revision! we will get there, we will muddle through and we will succeed! no matter how much work we must realize we will get there!
yes I an optimistic speech is always better to say ke yeah this year I'm not going to happen, I will redouble at best bech na3mel doura dawret fi el Abtal (session control).
yesterday was the last day of the semester, I came out because mtarda has a chuckle with a zero bonus has spoken! but I keep my spirits today I spent a little test of control, I had a hole of memory and the teacher was pleased that I could not find the answer on his face was drawn a little grin as if to say chmeta "integer 3omrek my ta7dharli dhi3 feha hawk"! but no sir, you can smile, you can even laugh, but the answer I found and I will find other answers to other questions and I will succeed and this day I'll come find you to tell you that Never despise a student because that student is a future teacher like you, a future executive or a future minister! laughs best who laughs last!
student, students cheer up, have confidence in our capabilities and going straight for the success the way is not very long

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a Sunday that does not derogate from the rule of fadda!


yes, I wonder, why every Sunday are the same? ! Ah Sundays! Today like every Sunday I got up a little later than usual, I took my breakfast while reading lapresse, the newspaper always tells the same crap, as this newspaper all goes well in the best worlds, but hey I read it anyway, the effect of routine! after I laminated lapresse magazine, I read my horoscope, which has not changed for weeks, I read the bok bok lotfi ben sassi almost always comes out the same valves. Every Sunday I know that AC is useless to read this newspaper but I do it anyway! I read also jobs that should also be renamed: job in a call center! my breakfast and read my informative hyper completed, I returned to my room, I studied a bit, after place the couscous with the family around the table! oh yeah the couscous is eaten it all together like that, you can not eat it standing in the kitchen! after I took a shower, I went for a blow dry and I ran into the same faces in the lounge. and the parade of women who return to the hammam never tire of telling their problems to the hairdresser who is delighted, since by definition, hairdressers love the gossip! trick of Hajjem! and here I am about to write the post and I turned off the radio because I'm allergic to football, which also characterizes this Sunday. after the umpteenth break, I'll try to study a little and the night fell, I materai a movie and I will sleep without completing it! it's like this every Sunday! and yet I love every Sunday with his lot and kobbi luck! I feel that all Tunisians live this day at the same pace! I have reason in your opinion? !

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November Rain

MY blog is it simply a blog? ca a blog does not mean anything, it must be mine, I who am so possesions. These days I feel nothing for me ke in the true sense. This October is finally finished, it was terrible for me, I feel like I grew up too bcp too grew up within a month. beuacoup too much change, too much disappointment. be disappointed by his family, and his parents in particular is just terrible, e I can not find any other adjective to describe what I feel. It's been a long time that I try to write this text, but I'm afraid to find myself facing the reality that I have ceased to dodge for a little over a month. nothing belongs to me as before, there are two SEAIN when I found my room after a long separation I had tears in eyes, and not only, I cried, I was homesick, I felt torn about what I loved most in the world, my parents, my house, my room, I felt uprooted, I have the impression that everybody was dropped little by little. Yesterday when I got home, I felt more at home. is this a ressite? I just be able to forget my roots, my marks, or is it a failure? this is self defense? yes I think that must be it, you leave a place, people with which you're so attached that you end up forgetting them to not feel pain, never to be wrong. I impreesion that this text does not look like nothing, it is incoherent, but he looks like me. I do not know where I am. when I was little, I was so attached to my mother that I cried every day because she was leaving for work this month and I became able to spend two weeks without seeing the file, without touching, without embrace it and do what I missed too. I'm a monster? or is that just me grow? no it is nothing of all this is just a reaction, a reaction almost juvenile in my eyes, yes I still reasons like that, I tell myself that if things do not mind not seeing me for a long time AC should not disturb me, otherwise it would be perceived as weakness on my part, and the weakness is that I hate above all else. during This month I felt alone, I feel that my mother does not love me as much as before, and as for my father, I was certain that I do not count those eyes, well almost not. not a delirious teenage, but the relalité. a reality that I have long pretended to ignore. child he does not realize that I existed, too busy with his work as a teenager, I spent my time arguing with him and at the same time trying to make me interesting, important to these eyes, I wanted that he realize that I exist and that by all means, but in vain! This now and I'm sure he never does s'iteressera me, I'm his daughter invisible. brief this month This now completed, November will be slightly better!