Mother, don't cry when you read this letter, now I've grown, and has to know the good and bad. look at your skin mother, your eyes, your heartbeat, there is always a prayer, my prayer like the sound of bullets and cries of children in Palestine, such as crying the common people when his house was destroyed, like the father who lost his son grief, such as sleeping sickness in the cold and threat of attack from the mouth of a gun. I always greet the gods, the ruler of nature and determinants of human destiny, may we always fine, out of greed, free from decay, free from greed. mother, I ask for prayers to you, for the world to be peaceful, to be separated from the desire to control one another. Mother, thank you for teaching me not to be greedy and evil.
