I don’t know about you, but I had to fight a war.

I had no choice.

As a child, I was bullied at school.

I was teased for wearing a hijab and the hijab was the only thing I could wear.

I didn’t know what to do about it.

The world I was in was dangerous and dangerous places, and I was the target of bullying.

But, I wasn’t alone.

For years, I had fought to make sure I could continue to grow up and go to college.

As the years went by, I started to see the world differently.

The United States, Israel and Palestine are still the only countries that respect my right to live my life as a Palestinian woman, but the Middle East has also changed.

It’s been an extremely challenging time.

The Israeli occupation of the West Bank and Gaza Strip has increased over the past decade, and Israel is increasingly encroaching on the rights of the Palestinians, including the right to self-determination.

As such, I’m no longer able to live in peace.

I am a proud Israeli citizen, but that’s not enough.

I have been fighting for Palestine for more than 40 years, and since my daughter was born, I’ve been forced to live under the threat of an Israeli military occupation.

The first time she was born in 1995, I didn`t have much hope.

For a time, I thought she might never live to see another day of freedom.

But when I got to her first birthday party, she showed me the way.

She was smiling and she said, `Mom, don`t worry, you are going to live your life and be a normal girl.

You are going be a good mother.` That`s when I realized that I was a child who had no one to turn to for support.

The first time I cried in front of my daughter, I knew that I needed to tell her that she would never go home.

When I had the opportunity to be a soldier, I chose to do it for the sake of my children and my grandchildren.

It was a decision I will never regret.

My daughter was just a little girl when she first entered the army, and we never really knew each other.

She is an only child and was born with special needs, so she wasn`t always the one to get emotional.

But I was never the one who had to be the one in her corner, to be able to comfort her when she cried.

She wasn`s a beautiful little girl, and she loved to play with me, but she didn`s always had a good attitude.

We used to talk to her about her dreams.

She loved to talk about her family.

She always told me that she wanted to be an astronaut.

My daughter grew up believing that she was an astronaut, but when I asked her if she would like to go to space, she just said, “No.”

When I asked my daughter what she would want to do when she grew up, she said that she didn’t want to become a doctor or an astronaut because she didn”t want to have to look back and wonder if she was really a good person.

My first wife, a nurse, was also an astronaut when she was a young woman.

But she had a hard time finding work because she was too young to get married.

We tried everything.

We went to universities, we applied for jobs in the military.

But nothing really changed for us.

We always believed that it would be easy to become astronauts, but we never did.

I always wanted my children to have the same opportunity.

But for many years, when my daughter told me she wanted a doctor, she always said that her dream was to be on a space station and have kids.

I never believed her.

I knew how hard it would have been for her.

She said that if she went to a military hospital, she would be the first to be put in the intensive care unit.

She would have a bed, she wouldn`t cry, and her doctor would be there for her to cry.

I thought, `What`s going on here?

She`s never going to do that.

I couldn`t believe her.

After my daughter graduated from high school, I made sure she knew that she could do anything she wanted.

I told her that if anything happened to her in the future, she was going to be there to protect her.

My job in the army was not to make her feel guilty about what she had done, but to make that happen.

I wanted to ensure that she had the resources and support that she needed.

In a way, that`s what my role has been: to make it happen.

When I came home one day after the birth of my second child, it was time to tell my husband that I would be moving back home.

He was worried about how my daughter would react to being