time to go back home . . . .
An eight year old girl from Gaza lives in darkness and under the shelter. No games, no play, no joy, and blackness all around her and her family... The ugly smell of extreme poverty fills the air. A child in Gaza that also cannot move her leg ... darkness overshadows the pink and purple of the young girl playful and joyful dreams ...
A humanitarian hand takes her with her parents to the supposed land of dreams, the United States, where she would be treated from her inability to walk...
... In the operation room, and under the anesthesia, she starts to dream ...
she dreams of the beautiful two story houses with a garden and a pool ... dreams of large rooms and bright lights for play ... dreams of all those toys and dolls that piles up to the sky ... dreams of romance, the knight, the prince, the fairy tales that may only be bought in America.
... she dreams of this new luxurious life that can only make her dreams come true. What more can America give her as the land of dreams ...
Her parents wakes up her up, and says to her with a smile: " child, the doctors here in America have saved you ... you can walk now ...thank them and it is time to go back ...to our home in GAZA ... "
she does not smile and goes back to dream
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