This is for Palestine.
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"My sisters are being raped in Palestine! Innocent virgins are being raped in Palestine! Let say, it was your mother, sister, cousin, girlfriend, best friend or your favourite teachers? Now let's imagine that was YOU! Would you only care then? Now what if your sisters, best friends, cousins, brothers or teachers were murdered or bombed right in front of your eyes!How would you feel? You haven't stored a weapon in your house or anything but these people call you terrorists? These people killed your family? These people say they defending themselves? The world is more worried about the Fifa world cup? How would you feel?"
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