His classroom sometimes shook with the sound of bombs and shelling, and his mother told me, "Every day, I would say to him every morning, 'Honey, please don't go to school.'" And when he insisted, she said, "I would hug him as if it were for the last time."
گاهی کلاس درسشان با صدای مهیب بمب ها و گلوله باران می لرزید، و مادرش به من گفت، "هر روز، هر روز صبح به او می گفتم، 'عزیزم، لطفا به مدرسه نرو.'" و هنگامی که پافشاری او را می دید، گفت، "او را طوری در آغوش می گرفتم شاید این آخرین بار باشد."