Four-year-old Palestinian girl Shayma Al-Masri, who hospital officials said was wounded in an Israeli air strike that killed her mother and two of her siblings. Shayma lies on a bed next to her doll, putting her hand tenderly on her doll.
Oh Lord ! Help Rima Sleep Oh Lord ! Help Rima Sleep, May she become sleepy May she grow loving to pray and to fast Oh God Make her healthier each day May she go to sleep and I will cook a delicious pigeon Go pigeon bird, don’t believe what I am saying, I just say it so that Rima will sleep Rima, Rima, beautiful rose of the prairies, you have shining blond hair The one who loves you shall kiss, and the one who hates you will go away Oh merchants of grapes and of jujube, tell my mother and my father the gypsies have kidnapped me from below the tent of “Majdaliyyeh” I will take you on a little trip, to place where there are prunes under the apricot tree and each time the wind blows, I will pick an apricot for Rima Hey Lina, lend us you kettle and you bowl So that we wash the clothes of Rima, and hang them up on the jasmine tree