Maybe you've wept for your husband and tomorrow you'll weep for your son.
Let me tell you, I've already wept for both my son and husband.
I wish I could walk into every house around carrying within me anguish and heartache and mourning.
Come, mother of Ibrahim and mother of Itzhak, let's weep together, you and me.
Longing for our loved ones unites us, you and me.
Motherhood unites us, you and me.
The heart aches.
Let's remember if in life there is no place for us on this earth,
We have place enough under it.
Let's pray together, mother of Ibrahim and mother of Itzhak.
You and I are the conscience.
You and I are love and peace.
You and I are the bridge to truth.
- a Palestinian mother
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