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."
有时他的教室随着炸弹的轰鸣声晃动 他的母亲告诉我 「每天早晨，我都会跟他说 ‘亲爱的孩子，求你不要去学校了’ 而每当他坚持要去 我就会紧紧拥抱他 就当这是最后一次拥抱」