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VIDEO: Living Under Israel’s Missiles
Four boys of the Bakr family were killed by a missile strike during last year’s incursion. Their surviving family members are still scarred from the attack.
More than anyone, children bear the brunt of regular Israeli military assaults on the Gaza Strip. During the 51-day war in the summer of 2014, 551 children were killed and 3,436 were injured. But these gruesome figures say little about the psychological state of the nearly 800,000 children who have survived the periodic bombing campaigns. After the final cease-fire that ended Israel’s Operation Protective Edge on August 26 of last year, UNICEF estimated that at least 425,000 Palestinian children in the besieged Gaza Strip require “immediate psychosocial and child protection support.”
[ The physical wounds of Gaza children might have healed, but they live with enduring psychological trauma ]
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you held me so tight my pieces came together.
Perdeu, meu bem. Há quem ache que está se salvando, mas está só perdendo a oportunidade. "A vida pode não chamar três vezes" Leo Fressato
Eu podia estar roubando, eu podia estar matando, mas estou aqui pra te avisar da besteira que é desperdiçar tanto amor. Leo Fressato
Apenas silenciarei. Deixarei nas tuas mãos o ato do adeus. Me farei de rogado. Fingirei ser um desses fracos que deixam o amor ir embora... Como você... Matarei o amor por covardia. Direi que não posso mais sofrer. Sepultarei a luz dos nossos olhos nas negras camadas do abandono.
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