French accent

I'm from Oregon, English is my first language, I'll transcribe it for you :)
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Hi, Gazaman. I'm not interested in bomb-making, I'm interested in you. Who are you? How old are you? Tell me. You're right there, so close! But I can't imagine what your life is like. Also, I have the feeling a group of you found the bottle. Do you know the others?

(Then his reply, saying his real name was Mohammad Ben Laden)
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What a sense of humor. Are you sure you're not Jewish? Good night.

(Me? Jewish? I really hope you're joking. I'd rather die than be like one of your soldiers.)

Hi, Gazaman. You know, my brother is a soldier and he's a good guy. What's with all your generalizations, anyway? Who are you, and who am I? That's what matters.

(Okay, a point for you. Now we're tied one-one. But your people have a state--we don't. That's the difference. We dream of open borders, an airport, a national football [U.S. soccer] team. A normal life without being afraid of what might happen this afternoon or tomorrow, without having to depend on you. I'm leaving now. Two-one for me.)

A normal life? That I can understand. It's what I dream of, too--because I don't think it's normal to be scared when you're sitting in a café, on the bus, or even in your house, like the people that live down south.

(Scared, right? But whose fault is it? Did you ever ask yourself?)

I don't know. I think both sides are to blame, over there and over here. There are those people who want peace, and those who don't. I hope they won't win.

(What beautiful words, Miss Peace. You hate bad guys, and you like the good guys, and you hope they win in the end. You know what? You should sign up for a peace contest or something dumb like that. You might even win a chocolate dove. You're really naive, or maybe even worse, stupid.)

I don't know what to write, what to say or not to say. There was one chance in a million that somebody would answer. You did. If all this makes you mad, don't bother writing me. Let's just stop, right now.

(Bravo, Miss Peace. It's so easy for you to get your beautiful ideas. Go on, enjoy your normal Israeli life. The one that occupies the land of Allah without [nest or folly??? not sure what he said here] Enjoy it, while you still can.)

No, I'm not giving up. You know, I grew up in France. There is no war, no bombings. Nobody who threatens to [tear?] you out of the map [? not 100% sure on that one]. And nobody accuses me of oppressing them. Here, everything is so complicated.

(So you're French? So maybe you're not so bad. Tell me about France. It would make me dream. -Gazaman)

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And then after that they start to send emails in French, with subtitles :)
Do you by any chance know what the Arabic writing was in one of the first emails she received (which was maybe from one of his friends)? I don't know Arabic (not yet, anyway!).
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