My friend Qassem is in the camp, he’s eleven and already has been working for year. He works with car fixing gear. My friend Qassem is his family’s sole provider. His healthy father, no one wants to hire. My friend Qassem knows very well, that education serves him well. But, alas, from afar he watches the kids go to school.
My friend Qassem says: "I wish it would all change. I wish my dad can find work and help my family, So that I can instead be on a desk in school. I want to carry books and a bag to school not tires and a tire-changing tool. I wish that the tires of my life would rotate and that I would meet a better fate."