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The Death Games of Gaza Children
From a report that aired on Al-Arabiya TV (one of the Arab world’s most popular satellite channels) on June 1, 2005, here’s a film clip that may turn your stomach—as children rehearse for a short life of murder and violence by playing martyrdom games. (Courtesy of MEMRI TV.)
link to video (click the picture)
Transcript:
Reporter: Abd Al-Sattar's favorite game is "Jews and Arabs."
Boy: The Arabs are in the street. The Jews stand over there and we shoot at them, and throw rocks and grenades at them.
Reporter: To win the game, the player must die.
Boy: Burn the tank!
Boy: Martyrdom for the sake of Allah is our greatest desire. Oh God! Don't be afraid because fear hurts me. Don't be sad because sadness frightens me. Don't scream because screams kills me.
"Injured" boy: Shoot at them. Shoot at them!
Boy: We are all dead, mother, but don't be sad. Mother, rejoice! Rejoice that I died a martyr's death for the sake of Allah.
Reporter: Do you like the Jews, Aya? Look at her. Do you like the Jews?
Aya: No.
Reporter: Why?
Aya: They are sons of dogs.
Mother: Sons of dogs.
Reporter: Have you ever seen any Jews?
Aya: Yes, I have.
Reporter: Where?
Aya: On TV.
Reporter: On TV?
Aya: They wear helmets like yours. Like this. They put it on like this. They wear ones like these… They hold the Kalashnikov. They come in a tank, and shoot.
(Hat tip: LGF)
From a report that aired on Al-Arabiya TV (one of the Arab world’s most popular satellite channels) on June 1, 2005, here’s a film clip that may turn your stomach—as children rehearse for a short life of murder and violence by playing martyrdom games. (Courtesy of MEMRI TV.)
link to video (click the picture)
Transcript:
Reporter: Abd Al-Sattar's favorite game is "Jews and Arabs."
Boy: The Arabs are in the street. The Jews stand over there and we shoot at them, and throw rocks and grenades at them.
Reporter: To win the game, the player must die.
Boy: Burn the tank!
Boy: Martyrdom for the sake of Allah is our greatest desire. Oh God! Don't be afraid because fear hurts me. Don't be sad because sadness frightens me. Don't scream because screams kills me.
"Injured" boy: Shoot at them. Shoot at them!
Boy: We are all dead, mother, but don't be sad. Mother, rejoice! Rejoice that I died a martyr's death for the sake of Allah.
Reporter: Do you like the Jews, Aya? Look at her. Do you like the Jews?
Aya: No.
Reporter: Why?
Aya: They are sons of dogs.
Mother: Sons of dogs.
Reporter: Have you ever seen any Jews?
Aya: Yes, I have.
Reporter: Where?
Aya: On TV.
Reporter: On TV?
Aya: They wear helmets like yours. Like this. They put it on like this. They wear ones like these… They hold the Kalashnikov. They come in a tank, and shoot.
(Hat tip: LGF)
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