Reporter: Abd Al-Sattar's favorite game is "Jews and Arabs."Is there any wonder thre is no peace in the middle East?
Boy: The Arabs are in the street. The Jews stand over there and we shoot at them, and throw rocks and grenades at them.
Reporter: To win the game, the player must die.
Boy: Burn the tank!
Boy: Martyrdom for the sake of Allah is our greatest desire. Oh God! Don't be afraid because fear hurts me. Don't be sad because sadness frightens me. Don't scream because screams kills me.
"Injured" boy: Shoot at them. Shoot at them!
Boy: We are all dead, mother, but don't be sad. Mother, rejoice! Rejoice that I died a martyr's death for the sake of Allah.
Reporter: Do you like the Jews, Aya? Look at her. Do you like the Jews?
Aya: No.
Reporter: Why?
Aya: They are sons of dogs.
Mother: Sons of dogs.
Reporter: Have you ever seen any Jews?
Aya: Yes, I have.
Reporter: Where?
Aya: On TV.
Reporter: On TV?
Aya: They wear helmets like yours. Like this. They put it on like this. They wear ones like these… They hold the Kalashnikov. They come in a tank, and shoot.
Hat Tip to Stefania at Free Thoughts
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