“What was that noise?”
“It is the Zionists! The cowards are attacking our brave leaders!”
“Oh! It is so loud!”
“Get your wrists straight, Hammal! This is no time to go all goat-lover!”
“Oh, yes. I apologize.”
“Where are the children? We must have children! The ambulances will be here in five minutes! Hammal! Your job is to get children for the ambulances!”
“Yes, yes. I have my sister’s daughter and son.”
“Get them! Do not stand there like a lovesick sheep!”
“Yes, yes. Ah! Here they are! Are they not lovely children?”
“Of course, of course. Children, do you know what is to happen?”
“Uncle Hammal said we will be on American television!”
“Yes, you will.”
“Will we be on American Idol?”
“I want to be on Jersey Shore!”
“Hammal! What have you taught them?”
“Not I! it must be their mother. She can read, you know.”
“Never mind, never mind. The ambulances are here.”
“And Reuters cameras! Is my hair OK?”
“Shut up, Hamal! Now, children, lie down in the street. That is good, yes. The mother! Where is the …”
“Oh, look at my helpless children! Oh, may the curse of Allah be in the Zionists who bombed and shot my innocent children!”
Palestinian victim of Israeli attacks miraculously healed.
http://www.israelnationalnews.com/News/News.aspx/162130#.UKU4n0bCz8B
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