My name is Nawar, I am from Palestine and I am 40 years old. Mom is expected to be a happy moment, but I feel happy. This child is made of love, but that love is no longer there. My husband died from a grenade attack from the sky. He was a good man, he was a teacher and he believed in education as a salvation for war in our country and for future generations. It was the only love of my life. Could this be abrasive? Their neighbor of our family died, and Manara of the Kind survived. In the sixth month. I spoke to him as he was bleeding to death. He said to me, “I tell our daughter to be a journalist, to tell the world what is happening in Palestine. Another last thing, the truth is the truth of our country, because I knew then that my daughter, became a humane truth. One day when I grew up, Palestine might be destroyed. There might be your country. The truth. Little by little hope will make the world better, I know. I don't know how my husband knew it was a girl. I hope that. ... I hope that everyone will help our daughter to be a journalist and to complete her education. She is now sixteen years old and is now asking everyone her energy to pass This stage is difficult
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