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It's not just me, we all are tired. All the children, all the youth have grown weary. And the Arab nations watching us, does our suffering please them? We are fed up, o world, we are fed up. And you... you Arabs I don't know what to say about you. Children are dying under the rubble. Their hands are severed, their legs are torn, their heads are crushed To every Arab and foreigner who sees us, what blood runs in your veins? From what clay are you made? If your own child faced this, would you stay silent? I have one word to say. I will not forgive you. Neither in this life nor the next. And I will ask my lord not to forgive you either. This is the last word I say to you.