As a child I fought the occupation by raising the Palestinian flag in our playground We never felt safe We were always running from jeeps to avoid the soldiers beating us Our homes were invaded and children were killed At the age of 12 I joined a demonstration where a boy was shot by a soldier I watched him die in front of me

From that moment I developed a deep need for revenge I became part of a group whose mission was to get rid of the catastrophe that had come to our town We called ourselves freedom fighters, but the outside world called us terrorists At first we just threw stones and empty bottles, but when we came across some discarded hand-grenades in a cave, we decided to hurl them at the Israeli jeeps Two of them exploded No one was injured but

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