Palestinians VS Me By Muniroh Abdulhamid





ME: I need to go extra mile to start a lucrative business. I can't wait to be a magnate.

PALESTINIAN: Every one of my goods got burnt during the war.

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ME: Dad has been postponing our picnic. I am very upset with that!

PALESTINIAN: My dad is gone! Now I have to fend for myself, my life is miserable!

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ME: My husband is not discharging his responsibilities.

PALESTINIAN: I'm in so much pain right now. My beloved husband was shot and killed during the war!

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ME: My wife is lagging behind. She is not meeting up to my expectations.

PALESTINIAN: I watched in agony as my precious wife took her last breath after trying to escape a bullet.

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ME: I'd like to change my diet these days.

PALESTINIAN: I have been thirsty and hungry for so long that my stomach is twisting in the pain of the shackles I'm tied with.

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ME: These shoes are now too old fashioned for me. I need to get a more lovely one.

PALESTINIAN: What could have been more lovely to me than being in the midst of my family.

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ME: Dad, it's high time we vacate this house to the new one we just built.

PALESTINIAN: I had to flee from my mansion or die.

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ME: These tattered roads are yet to be reconstructed.

PALESTINIAN: As smooth as this journey is, I pray we get to our destination without being attacked with rockets by the enemies.

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ME: I just can't stand all the hardship I'm going through these days.

PALESTINIAN: For 75 years, my family has been experiencing unimaginable hardship.

#BE GRATEFUL
#PRAY FOR THE PALESTINIANS, THEY NEED IT A LOT.


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