Abir lives in Gaza, she's another Palestinian child
who at 7 years old was drawing corpses of the dead
She is one of those kids that Israel murders.
She never hada time of blissful innocence,
She saw the house of her grandparents be destroyed
with the pretext that they were terrorists.
Now she is 10 years old; her father was killed too
But her mother says to her that he is travelling.
Sometimes, she can't go to school because of the shoot-outs
She already speaks of revenge against those heartless people.
Nobody has told her to do it, simply
It's normal when they trample upon her people each day;
She lies to her mother when she tells her that she isn't afraid.
But the tanks have her nervous all day long.
She has nightmares that she does not see her dad again,
If she knew that they tortured him until he could not breathe...
But there is something that makes her get up happy in the morning,
There's a boy that she likes in her school , so she tries
To think only of him when the panic takes over her.
And the cowardly Zionists lurk too near.
His name is Youssef, and like every Palestinian boy,
part of his family has been murdered by this allowed holocaust
They both share the feeling, they take each other by the hand
Go back to their homes and their fear seems to be a thing of the past
They say that when they are older they will marry in a free Palestine
It's the signature of all their lover letters
That's what little beauty Abir has left for herself
She hates this situation but does not want to leave her country
She wants to fight for what belongs to them
To horo the memory of the fallen ones, but sometimes
she dreams she is thousands and thousands of kilometers away from Gaza,
with Youssef, where their children won't be suffering threats
One day she goes to school happy but he isn't there,
The teacher is crying, in the class there are three children missing.
She explains to them that they died in a bombardment
How would she hide it from them? they were going to find out anyway...
The anxiety takes Abir to the hospital; she can't fathom how barbarous, cruel, ruthless is Israeli aggression
She spends one week in a comma, and when she wakes up
She can only think about Youssef's smile and a rifle
From love to hate there is only one step, and they forced her down this path
To end up being a martyr of the Palestinian armed forces