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DR. DODIDDILY AND THE DEE DOT'S

WELCOME YOU TO THE WORLD AROUND US.


WHICH IS BASED FOR PROTECTION INSIDE

 THE DRAGON LORDS CASTLE


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The State of Palestine. 

Part One

Enjoys these little songs and rhymes

whilst I get on with making this page as beautiful as I can for you.xxx





https://youtube.com/user/visitpalestine?feature=hovercard

This video Palestine in Pictures was uploaded onto you tube in 2010 by Visit Palestine.


Do enjoy all these wonderful nursery rhymes



When the adverts come on at the end of the little videos,

just  wait for the next rhyme to begin.


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Creamy Roasted Garlic HummusCreamy Roasted Garlic Hummus. Photo by Engrossed


Recipes


2 cups canned chick-peas or 2 cups cooked chickpeas
2 tablespoons tahini
4 tablespoons olive oil
1/4 cup warm water
1 large head of garlic
1 lemon, juice of
1/4 teaspoon sea salt


Method


Preheat oven to 375°F 

Cut off the very top of the garlic clove (about 1/4") so that the tops of most of the cloves are exposed slightly.

Coat with a little olive oil and wrap securely in tin foil. Roast garlic in oven for 1 hour. Remove and allow to cool. 

Using your fingers, squeeze the soft, roasted garlic out of each clove into food processor. Rinse and drain cooked or canned chickpeas.

Add them, and all other ingredients, to the food processor and blend until completely smooth.

Scrape ingredients off sides of food processor to make sure it blends evenly.

If you find that the hummus is too thick, you can add additional olive oil at this time.

Add it very slowly, allowing the mixture to combine fully before adding more liquid.

Serve at room temperature with crudites, warm pita or crackers.

Optional: Sprinkle with chopped parsley or paprika before serving.

     lots of yummy foodlots of yummy foodlots of yummy foodlots of yummy foodlots of yummy food

                     My husband would love this if it wasn't for the Garlic,  :)  He's a vegan xxx


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It is very difficult to know where to start to make this page especially as it is made especially for the younger generation. I don't want to hurt these kids anymore than they have been. So I have decided to split it into two halfs, Part One and Part Two, that way you can make your own choice. xxx Dr Dodiddily and the Dee Dot's xxx

Beautiful Palestine is homage to a land, its people, and their traditions, that have prevailed over sixty years of siege and occupation.  It is testament to a cultural inheritance that defies political borders, the celebration of a landscape that has inspired spiritual renewal in countless generations.>

                      
This clip shows the natural beauty of Palestine along with its old cities (that were built by Palestinian, the indigenous people of the land). Some parts of the clip shows the occupied Golan heights, which belong to Syria.
Few parts of the clip show some modern cites of Palestine which were actually built by Palestinians but are now being taken by  the immigrant occupier Jews who are expanding and modernizing them for their own homes.




Fun for all the children of the world with Dr. Dodiddily and the Dee Dot's

 A little bit about myself and my Sisters

Sylvia Toni Dorothy Kathleen

Kath, (far left) Sylvia, blonde (middle) Dorothy (me far right) Amy (Toni, in front)


     Dr. Dodiddily is one of four sisters. First there is my sister Sylvia, she is the eldest and the smallest. Then there is my sister Toni(Amy) she is two years younger than Sylvia, Toni lives in Kent. The next one born in 1944 was Dorothy, yes my lovelies this is my real name. I am three years younger than Toni. One more to come and that is my sister Kathleen, she is the baby of the family and she is  four years younger then myself. 

     We couldn never hand our cloths down to each other, we were all very different sizes, and anyone coming after me wouldn't have been able to wear anything I was such a tom-boy and thing were worn out long before Kath could have them.

     This is a very old picture of the four of us taken in Coed Poeth in North Wales, way back in 1952/3.                Gosh I am an Ancient Dragon, aren't I ! xxx.       



the four sisters


This is myself and my sisters in 1979 just 26 years later, we are with our mother who like myself was called Dorothy. We are from left to right  Sylvia, Toni, My Mum, Dorothy (me) Kathleen.



my boys with Diddily


Jayden, Noah Rhys, Brodie Leigh with Diddily in the background you can just see my grey hair.

Summer 2014 in the back garden at my home in Pontybodkin another 35 years later.

The Girl Who Loved Roses


The Girl Who Loved Roses - An Arabic Story by Sara Hajjar

الفتاة التي أحبت الورود

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قصة عربية

من تأليف سارة هاجر


تنمو الكثير من الأزهار الجميلة في المتنزه. كانت تنمو أزهار الزنبق والقرنفل والبنفسج والخزامى وأنواع أزهار أخرى كثيرة. كانت الألوان رائعة المظهر، والرائحة التي تفوح من الأزهار مهدئة كثيراً.

   كانت الأزهار المفضلة لدى مايا هي الورود، وكانت تحب الورود الحمراء والصفراء والوردية والبرتقالية والبيضاء. كانت تذهب في كل يوم إلى المتنزه وتقطف وردة من كل لون، ثم  تأخذها إلى قبر أمها عند طرف المتنزه. ماتت أم مايا قبلها بعامين بسبب المرض الشديد، ووعدت الفتاة الصغيرة نفسها بأن تزور قبرها كل يوم حتى لا تصبح أمها منسية.

 

ذات يوم، بينما كانت مايا تقطف الأزهار من المتنزه، رأت صبياً يجلس على العشب مرتدياً زي المدرسة. كان يحمل وردة صفراء بيده، وكان يمزق أوراق الوردة واحدة تلو الأخرى. ركضت مايا نحو الصبي، وصرخت عليه:

"لماذا تمزق أوراق هذه الوردة الجميلة؟ لماذا تفعل ذلك؟".

   فرد الصبي: "لأني أشعر بالملل. لماذا يزعجك هذا؟".

   كادت الدموع تنهمر من عيني مايا وهي تقول للصبي: "أنا منزعجة لأني أحب الورود، وكانت أمي تحب الورود. أقطف الورود لها كل يوم، ولن يتبقى منها شيء إذا مزقتها كلها!".

   شعر الصبي بالأسى على مايا، وسألها: "أين أمك؟".

   أشارت مايا بصمت نحو قبر أمها عند طرف المتنزه. وجلست على العشب وهي تتمسك بورودها وسألت الصبي عن اسمه. وأخبرها بأن اسمه هو سامي، وبأنه هرب من المدرسة لأنه يجد حصة الرياضيات صعبة للغاية.

   عرف سامي أنه لم يرَ مايا في المدرسة لأن والدها فقير ولا يمكنه دفع مصاريف دراستها. قالت الفتاة لسامي إنها كانت تتساءل دائماً عن شعور ارتياد المدرسة وامتلاك أصدقاء للعب معهم.

   وسألها سامي: "هل تحبين الرياضيات؟ أنا لا أحب الرياضيات لأني لا أستطيع فهمه".

   نظرت مايا إلى كتاب الرياضيات الذي مع سامي، وبدأت تقهقه بينما تخبره بمدى سهولة القيام بالحساب. لقد علمها والدها الريضايات كل يوم في المنزل، وهي تحب الحساب، وكانت بارعة به أيضاً.

   وقال سامي متعجباً: "يمكنك القيام بالحساب أفضل مني! يجب أن تذهبي إلى المدرسة!".

   ولكن مايا حزنت لأنها تعرف أنه ليس باستطاعتها تحمل مصاريف الدراسة رغم حبها لفكرة ارتيادها.

   وفجأة، ظهر رجل طويل من بعيد. كان ينادي باسم سامي، وبدا الصبي خائفاً وهو يشرح لمايا أنه معلمه للرياضيات السيد كريم.

   عندما اقترب السيد كريم من الطفلين، سأل مايا عن سبب عدم وجودها في المدرسة. فشرحت الفتاة للمعلم أنها لا ترتاد المدرسة لأن والدها فقير ولا يمكنه تحمل مصاريف تعليمها.

   فقال المعلم: "يؤسفني سماع هذا، ولكن يجب أن أعيد سامي إلى المدرسة الآن لأنه يجب ألا يكون هنا".

   ذهب سامي مع معلمه متردداً، وترك المعلم والصبي الفتاة في المتنزه وحدها من جديد.

   في طريق عودتهما إلى المدرسة، أخبر سامي السيد كريم بأن مايا كانت بارعة بالحساب وبأنها أحبت التعلم من والدها.

   قال المعلم موافقاً: "تبدو فتاة ذكية، ومن المؤسف أنه لايمكنها تحمل مصاريف الدراسة".

Sami and Maya at school

بعد انتهاء المدرسة في اليوم التالي، رجع سامي إلى المتنزه للعب مع مايا. كان الطفلان يلتقيان في المتنزه كل يوم ويلعبان ويتحدثان ويدرسان معاً لساعات طويلة.

   في الأسبوع التالي، أيقظ والد مايا ابنته مبكراً. وكانت ابتسامة عريضة على وجهه، ويظهر عليه الحماس لسبب ما. وقال لابنته:"عليك النهوض وارتداء ملابسك للذهاب إلى المدرسة!". 

   لم تصدق مايا ما تسمعه وهي تقفز من سريرها فرحاً. وسألت والدها "كيف أصبح هذا ممكناً؟".

   فرد والدها مفسراً: "عندما استيقظت صباح اليوم، وجدت ملاحظة عند الباب. وكان مكتوباً فيها أنهم منحوك مقعداً في المدرسة! كما وجدت هذا أيضاً"، وأعطى مايا صرة أنيقة من الملابس، والتي اتضح أنها زي مدرسي جديد.

   لم تصدق مايا كم هي محظوظة. لقد أوصل غريب كريم ما الرسالة والزي المدرسي، وأصبح بإمكان مايا الآن ارتياد المدرسة اخيراً!

   كما شعر سامي بالسعادة عندما رأى مايا صباح ذلك اليوم لأنه كان يعرف كم هي فتاة ذكية وتستحق الذهاب إلى المدرسة.

   سرعان ما أصبح الاثنان أعز صديقين، وتأكد سامي من اطلاع مايا على جميع أسماء المعلمين وأماكن إقامة الدروس وكيفية استغلال حياتها الجديدة في المدرسة بأفضل شكل. وبفضل مساعدته، استطاعت مايا الاستقرار في المدرسة والاستمتاع بالتعلم، وكانت علاماتها جيدة في جميع دروسها.

   رغم سعادة سامي بصديقته الجديدة، فقد ظل يعاني في دراسته ولم يكن ينال علامات جيدة في معظم دروسه. ورغم حاجة الصبي إلى المساعدة، فقد كان محرجاً من طلبها، لذا لم يكن يستمتع بالمدرسة مثل مايا.

   في المنزل، كان والدا سامي منزعجين كثيراً لعلاماته السيئة في المدرسة. وذات يوم، قال له والده: "ربما سبب علاماتك السيئة هو تمضيتك وقتاً طويلاً مع تلك الفتاة الجديدة".

   واعترض سامي قائلاً: "ولكنها فتاة ذكية رغم أنها أول سنة لها في المدرسة. إنها بارعة بالرياضيات رغم تعليم أبيها لها في المنزل رغم أنها فقيرة...".

   قاطعه والديه في آنٍ واحد قائلين: "أهي فقيرة؟ لماذا تضيع وقتك مع فتاة مثلها؟ هل يمكنها حتى الكتابة؟ ها! عليك أن تصادق الأشخاص المهمين حتى يساعدوك على النجاح في حياتك".

   شعر سامي بخيبة الأمل من والديه، ولم يصدق أنهما يفكران بهذه الطريقة. لم يكونا يحبان مايا لمجرد أنها فقيرة وليست غنية. وقال لنفسه: "كيف يمكنهما ألا يحبان أحد لمجرد أنه فقير؟".


مرت الأسابيع، وما زالت علامات سامي سيئة في المدرسة. وفي النهاية، تخطى سامي خجله واستجمع شجاعته ليطلب من مايا المساعدة. ابتسمت مايا لصديقها وعاتبته لانتظاره هذه الفترة الطويلة قبل طلب مساعدتها. وقالت له: "الأصدقاء الأوفياء يساعدون بعضهم البعض من دون إصدار الأحكام، وستسرني مساعدتك".  

   واتضح أن مايا كانت بارعة بشرح جميع الأمورالمعقدة التي عانى سامي بفهمها، ولم يطل الأمر قبل أن تتحسن علامات سامي نتيجة اجتهاده وتفاني مايا بمساعدته.

   كان السيد كريم راضياً عن مايا وسامي، وقرر إرسال رسالة إلى والدي سامي ووالد مايا لشرح كيف ساعد الطفلين بعضهما البعض:  ساعد سامي مايا على التكيف على حياتها في المدرسة واعتنى بها لئلا تشعر بالوحدة في مغامرتها الجديدة، بينما ساعدت مايا سامي على الدراسة والحصول على علامات أفضل مما كان يناله في السابق.  كتب السيد كريم في كل رسالة أن سلوك الطفلين نحو بعضهما البعض يدعو للإعجاب فعلاً، وبأنه فخور بوجودهما معاً في مدرسته.

   عندما تلقى والد مايا الرسالة، كان فخوراً للغاية بابنته وقال لها إن أمها كانت ستفخر بها أيضاً.

   عندما تلقى والدا سامي الرسالة، شعرا بالفخر الشديد، ولكنهما شعرا أيضاً بالخجل، وندم كلاهما على سوء ظنهما بمايا. وأدركا كم كانا مخطئين بإصدار الأحكام على الفتاة الصغيرة لأن والدها كان فقيراً.

   وعندها، طلب والدا سامي منه دعوة مايا لمشاركتهما العشاء في اليوم التالي.

   وعندما حان وقت العشاء، كانت مايا متوترة للغاية وبقيت بالقرب من سامي طوال الوقت. ولكن لم يكن هنالك داعي لقلقها. لقد أحبا الفتاة الصغيرة كثيراً. فقد كانت مهذبة وودية وذكية بحواراتها حتى أثارت إعجابهما كثيراً.

   وقالت أم سامي لها بابتسامة دافئة: "شكراً لك على مساعدته بواجباته الدراسية، كان هذا لطفاً منك".

   وقالت لها مايا إن سامي هو الصديق الوفي لها لأنه كان يساندها دائماً أثناء دخولها المدرسة وبأنه ظل صديقها واعتنى بها. وقال الفتاة الصغيرة: "أنا ممتنة لسامي وصداقته".


ظلت صداقة سامي ومايا تكبر أكثر فأكثر. كانت علاماتهما جيدة في المدرسة. وعند وقت الامتحانات، نجح كلاهما بتفوق! 

   في الصيف، كانا يذهبان إلى المتنزه يومياً لقطف الورود وإلقاء التحية على أم مايا. وذات يوم، نظرت مايا إلى السماء وهمست: "أمي، كم أنا سعيدة ومحظوظة، وأعرف أنك فخورة بي وبأنك تحبينني".

   ما لا تعرفه مايا هو أنها تدين بجزء كبير من سعادتها لذلك المعلم اللطيف السيد كريم. لقد كان هو مَن وضع الزي المدرسي الجديد والدعوة على باب مايا لأنه كان يؤمن بأن الفتاة الصغيرة تستحق التعليم، ولأنه كان يعرف أنها بحاجة إلى صديق


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And now the same story in English

The Girl who loved Roses

Many beautiful flowers grew in the park. There were lilies, carnations, violets, tulips, and many more besides. The colours were amazing to look at, and the smell of the flowers was very soothing.

Maya’s favorite flowers were roses; she loved the red ones, the yellow ones, the pink ones, the orange ones, and the white ones. Every day she would go to the park and pick a rose of each colour, then she would take them to her mother’s grave at the bottom of the park. Maya’s mother had died two years ago after becoming very ill, and the young girl had promised herself that she would visit the grave every day so that her mother would never be forgotten.

One day, while Maya was picking roses in the park, she saw a boy sitting on the grass wearing a school uniform. He had a yellow rose in his hand, and he was tearing all of the petals from the rose, one by one. Maya ran over to the boy and shouted at him.

‘Why are you tearing the petals off of that beautiful flower? Why are you doing that?’

‘Because I am bored,’ replied the boy. ‘Why are you getting so upset about it?’

Maya could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she said to the boy: ‘I am upset because I love roses, and my mother loves roses. I pick some for her every day, and if you tear them all there will be none left!’

The young boy felt sorry for Maya and asked: ‘Where is your mother?’

Maya pointed silently towards her mother’s grave at the bottom of the park. She sat down on the grass clutching her roses and asked the boy for his name. He told her that his name was Sami and that he had run away from school because he was finding mathematics class too hard.

Sami learned that he never saw Maya at school because her father was too poor and so could not afford to send her. The young girl told Sami that she often wondered what it would be like to go to school and have friends to play with.

Sami asked: ‘Do you like maths? I don’t like maths and I can never understand how to do it.’

Maya took a look at Sami’s maths book and chuckled as she told him how easily the sums could be worked out. Her father had taught her about mathematics everyday at home and she loved working out the sums and was very good at it too.

‘You can do maths better than me!’ exclaimed Sami. ‘You should come to school.’

But Maya was sad because she knew that she could not afford to go to school even though she loved the idea very much.

Suddenly a tall man appeared in the distance. He was shouting Sami’s name and the young boy looked very sheepish as he explained to Maya that this was his maths teacher Mr Karim.

When Mr Karim approached the children, he asked Maya why she also was not at school. The young girl explained to the teacher that she was not at school because her father was very poor and he could not afford to send her to be educated.

‘I am very sorry to hear that,’ said the kindly teacher, ‘but I must take Sami back to school now because he is not supposed to be here.’

Sami reluctantly went with his teacher and they both left Maya alone in the park once more.

On their way back to school, Sami told Mr Karim about how Maya was so good at doing sums, and how she loved to learn from her father.

‘She seems like a very smart girl,’ agreed the teacher, ‘and it is a great shame that she cannot afford to go to school.’

The next day, after school had finished, Sami went back to the rose park to play with Maya. The two children met in the park every day that week and played and talked and studied for hours.

The following week, Maya’s father woke her early in the morning. He had a big grin on his face and was clearly very excited about something. ‘You need to get up and get dressed for school!’ he told his daughter. 

Maya could not believe her ears as she jumped out of bed. ‘How is this possible?’ she asked her father.

‘When I awoke this morning there was a note on the door. The note said that you have been given a place at school!’ he exclaimed. ‘And there is also this,’ he said with a smile as he handed Maya a neat bundle of clothing that turned out to be a brand new school uniform.

Maya could not believe her luck. A generous stranger had dropped off the note and the uniform and now Maya was going to go to school at last!

Sami was also delighted when he saw Maya that morning because he knew that she was very clever and deserved to be at school.

The two soon became the very best of friends, and Sami made sure that Maya knew the names of all of the teachers and where the classes were and how to make the best of her new life at school. Thanks to his help, Maya settled into the routine of school and enjoyed learning and did very well in all of her classes.

Sami and Maya at schoolAlthough Sami was very happy for his new friend, he continued to struggle in his studies and did not get good grades for most of his subjects. Even though he needed help, the young boy was too embarrassed to ask and so he did not enjoy school as much as Maya.

At home, Sami’s parents were very angry with him for not doing well at school. One day, his father said: ‘Maybe it is because you are spending too much time with that new girl.’

‘But she’s so clever even though this is her first time at school,’ protested Sami. ‘Even though her father is poor she is still good at maths because he taught her at home and…’

‘Poor!’ interrupted both of his parents at once. ‘Why are you wasting your time with someone like that? Can she even write? Ha! You need to be making friends with important people that can help you succeed in life.’

Sami was very disappointed with his parents and could not believe that they could think in such a way. They did not like Maya Just because she was not rich or privileged. ‘How can you not like a person just because they are poor,’ thought the young boy.

The weeks went by and still Sami’s did not do well in school. Eventually he got over his embarrassment and plucked up the courage to ask Maya for help. She smiled at her friend and chastised him for waiting so long before asking for her help. She told him: ‘Good friends help each other without judging, and it would be my privilege to help you.’  

It turned out that Maya was brilliant at explaining all of the complicated things that Sami struggled with, and before too long his grades reflected his hard work and Maya’s excellent help.

Mr Karim was so pleased with Maya and Sami that he decided to send a letter to Sami’s parents and to Maya’s father explaining how each child had helped the other:  Sami had helped Maya adjust to life in school and had looked out for her and made sure she was not alone on her new adventure; while Maya had helped Sami to study and gain better grades than he had ever had before.  Mr Karim wrote in each letter that the behavior of the children towards each other was truly admirable and he was very proud to have them both in his school.

When Maya’s father received the letter he was so proud of his daughter and told her that her mother would also be very proud.

When Sami’s parents received the letter they were also very proud, but they were also humbled and both regretted their bad feelings towards Maya. They realized how wrong they had been to judge the young girl just because her father was poor.

It was then that Sami’s parents asked their son to invite Maya to join them for dinner the following day.

When the time arrived, Maya was very nervous and stayed close to Sami the whole time. But she need not have worried. Sami’s parents were completely charmed by the young girl. She was polite and friendly and made intelligent conversation that impressed them both very much indeed.

‘Thank you so much for helping our son with his schoolwork. It was really kind of you,’ said Sami’s mother with a warm smile.

Maya told her that it was Sami who was the good friend as he had always been there during her time at school and had befriended her and looked out for her. ‘I am very grateful to Sami for his friendship,’ said the young girl.

Sami and Maya’s friendship continued to grow and grow. They both did very well at school, and when it was time for them to take their exams they both passed with flying colours! 

In the summer they went to the park everyday to pick roses and say hello to Maya’s mother. One day, Maya looked up to the sky and whispered: ‘Mother I am so happy and so lucky, and I know that you are proud of me and that you love me.’

What Maya would never know was that she owed a great deal of her happiness to the kindly teacher Mr Karim. It was he who had placed the new uniform and the invitation at Maya’s door because he believed that the young girl deserved an education, and because he knew that she needed a friend.


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I feel I have to just point out a few facts about the State of Palestine, one that I visited way back in the 1960's I was living in Aden at the time and I traveled to many places during my time there. It is impossible to ignore what is happening to Palestine now apart from my view that the world seems to have forgotton time after time what is happening on what is left of the once blooming Palestine.  I am not a Politician, instead I am a human being and was brought up to tell and know right from wrong and in the 2nd part of Palestine I will not be able to mention the occupied part of Palestine for I remember the goodness of this wonderful state and not the evil that it now possesses

Official logo of GazaGaza (/ˈɡɑːzə/; Arabic: غزةĠazzah, IPA: [ˈɣazza]; Hebrew: עזהAzzah; Ancient Greek: Γάζα), also referred to as Gaza City, is a Palestinian city in the Gaza Strip, with a population of 515,556, making it the largest city in the State of Palestine. Inhabited since at least the 15th century BC, Gaza has been dominated by several different peoples and empires throughout its history. The Philistines made it a part of their pentapolis after the Ancient Egyptians had ruled it for nearly 350 years.


Palestine Part Two


With the state of the world seemingly in total chaos
I wish to share this with everyone, it is very sad.

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Beautiful Palestine

I ONLY COMPLAIN

OF MY SORROW AND MY SADNESS

TO ALLAH

From the moment I was born I remember feeling a warmth all around me, a feeling of belonging to somewhere very special. Growing up with a community who seemed like no other, where everyone looked towards the beauty that surrounded us, that same beauty that fed us, keeping out bellies full and our bodies strong.
As I lay here now - in the same house that I had shared with my parents and his parents, Grandfather Abbas and Grandmother Durriyah, who was so bright and shining just like her name.
My eyes wept for her even I lay here in what must be the cellar, she had left us much too early, Her energy was unceasing when it came to looking after her children and then us, her grandchildren when Mother and Father went to work in the fields.
My father Karif was the second of their three sons but only Father and Uncle Qudamah remained. Their elder brother Asim was killed during the fighting in the desert.
My grandfather then built this house and they settled to what they hoped would be a new life in his Palestine, where there would be no more wars, how wrong he was.
I was born in the September of 1946 into a home that still share some laughter and singing, poetry and games, and it was from a very young age that I heard of the all the bad things that had started in our beautiful land, in fact from the word go it seemed like mother and father talked about nothing else but another war, not another World War, but a war that would mean the end for all of us in Palestine.
"But we needn't worry," Grandfather Abbass, would say. "War maybe just around the next corner but they will soon realise that it was a terrible mistake they made, settling a handful of Hebrew Jews in Palestine, don't worry son everything wil be fine."
I remember the arguements between Grandfather and father, with Grandmother trying to keep things simple by agreeing with them both.
His words were proven right for the wars did come and what was beautiful was turned to ash, and what stood tall and strong was shattered beneath the guns and bombs. It also turned our country into a continuous stream of poison bile that turned this way and that just like the divided River Jordan, depriving and raping, and starving this once fruitful land of it's rare plants and olive and orange trees, along with the laughter and replaced all with the screaming of the children and the wailing of the women.
Then with the loss of our land and refuge so did we become a none generation. If we ever did get help. I don't remember it.
I remember on my eigteenth birthday, father crying as he laid my grandmother to rest between what we thought was the grave of Amin and two more of his own family.
We were still waiting for the outcome of this uprising, the shouts of Yasser Arafat as he begged and pleaded for help from the outside world, the United Nations, was there anyone who would come to aid the Palestinian people who were gradually being pushed farther and farther away from their homes.
He was according to some a terrorist, but to many, he was going to be our saviour. Arafat who held talks with Nassar in Cairo, Nassar who gave his support and who was murdered by the new Egyptian regime who sold out Palestine for wealth and greed, and who have left their own people without nothing but their own interior troubles as one after the other Egyptians are still assasinated.
Arafat who was the one person who was going to set our people free from the troubles that were being forced upon us by the masses of so called Israelites that had now divided our lands not only with weapons but with barriers, making sure as they did by destroying the lands that our ancesters had turned from nothing into paradise.
Soon we were trying to find the graves of our loved one, after the passing of Grandfather Abbas. But once more the land that held the remains of Amin, Grandmother and several others who had been lost during these troubles, had been destroyed along with many of the Cemetries and Mosques.
So many of the towns and villages were razed to the ground and their inhabitants massacred where they slept or stood, trees burnt never to grow again, the children either killed or left to die within their families arms.
If you compare this to what happened during a declared war in Europe, what the Nazi's did was nothing compared to the inhumane ways of these Butchers and Mercenaries.

I tried to lift my arm to wipe the tears that filled my eyes, for a moment I couldn't see a thing and half of me wished it would stay like that. Blinking furiously I managed to remove the salty tears, letting them trickle down the side of my face so I might catch it with my tongue, I was so thirsty.
Once more I tried to move my arm, if I could just raise myself up onto one elbow I might be able to work out how to get out this stupid situation. There was a plank like board hanging to my left, if I could just... I stretched and at this stage I think I passed out again.

It must have been quite sometime before I came to my senses, for the trace of light over the kitchen ceiling was gone . Also gone was the board that hung over my head, in its place was the leg of what looked like one of our two young grandchildrens bed, I needed to know if they were alive, were they safe.,

What had happen to my father and mother who had left to try and find Ameena whom I had dropped off at the United Nations Hospital just before the last wave of tank fire.
Maybe he had managed to find mother.
I hadn't heard from my eldest daughter Eman and the three boys. Nor anything from Mohamed, Eman's husband, that was apart from a message to the house that had been bought by a runner who had broken through the barrier, saying he hoped to find them before the bombing got any worse.
That was six weeks ago and I hadn't been able to tell my grandchildren anything. Had my father been able to find my mother, had she managed to get out of the Strip and even then she had many obstacles to cross before reaching the West Bank and maybe safety.
I just didn't know anything. Just that I was down here and the girls were somewhere up there. I looked at the ceiling again.

I lay awake for a long time, Straining my ears trying to hear what was going on outside. It was too quiet, maybe they were waiting for the sun to show her face so they could see what they were going to destroy next.
Hm not that, that hadn't stopped them before. I was finding it difficult to concentrate, my thirst was getting worse, my tongue felt as if it was swollen to twice its normal size.
Again I drifted back between a restless sleep full of sleepless dreams.
Something wet had fallen from the gap above my head, it splashed on my face and I almost cheered at the thought of water.
I reached to gather it up, spread it across my dried lips.
Forgetting for a moment where I was, until the pain reminded me I reached out. Then I clenched my teeth together and continued to reach for the rag with my free arm lifting the sodden thing from off my shoulder.
It was wet, but as I held it up to my face the light of the sun grew stronger.
I let the slip of blanket fall onto my chest.
I didn't want to see it.
I didn't want to know whose blanket it belonged to.
I could smell blood without having to look at it. I lay for a while staring up at the leg that had dropped even deeper through the gap in the ceiling.
Closing my eyes I picked it up again and held it under my nose and began to cry. I had witnessed this smell many times over the last fifteen years.
Blood dried by the heat and the cold, congeeling wherever it lay.
I struggled to get up but the pain in my right arm was bad. It was broken I think from the blast and the fall. Jamming my left fist into my mouth I slowly but surely drew myself into a sitting position.
I couldn't see the broken arm but I could feel it flopping this way and that as I smacked it against the broken wall.
"Oh Allah please help me," I passed out again with the prayer to Allah on my lips.
Once more the dreams and nightmares of the past seemed to crawl all round me. I felt cold yet I knew I was hot for what was left of my robe clung to my sweating torso.
As I sat up I looked down towards my legs. They hadn't really been giving me any pain and so I tried to pull them up against my chest.
I remember a scream ringing in my ears, I saw the ceiling above me slowly coming down. I remember the bodies of my two little treasures tipping from the bed as it slide through the widened gap. Arms wrapped round each other but not being able to say who was whom.
The noise got louder and louder, the screaming never seemed to end, the lights went out and .........

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............. It was about three months later when aids arrived from the red cross, Mist from the sea was settling on the ground as they worked day and night to sort through all the rubble. There was not a chance in hell that anyone would be alive but prayers were said in the refugee camps, just in case.
A woman stood by the side of the waiting ambulance. She was all in black only her hands were red, where somehow some of the blood hadn't dried up completely, caught in a little pool in a childs potty that was once kept under the childrens bed.
Sahalah wept as first one then the other of her little grand-daughters were released from their grave of masonry.
"Excuse me ma-am but do you know if there was anyone else in the house?"
"Just my husband," she said quietly, "just my husband who was looking after the girls for my daughter."
"And your daughter, Ma am?"
"Sahalah smiled wrily at the young Red Cross worker. "Oh Ameena, she has already gone"
The young lady smile. "May I ask where she has gone?"
"With all the others that were sheltering in the United Nations Hospitals before it was bombed by the Israelis."
"So sorry Ma am" she replied. "Still it's over now, isn't it?"
"Do you think so?" Sahalah looked towards the men bringing her husband's body out of the rubble.

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Palestine today

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PALESTINE PART TWO.

BLACK ROSE OF PEACE

IN MEMORY OF ALL THOSE CHILDREN WHO DIE IN WAR-ZONES BE IT IN THE DISTANT PAST OR THE RECENT TO BE FUTURE.

Did you know there was a TV film shown in France ten years ago in 2004

THE TRAUMA EACH CHILD WENT THROUGH WAS HORRENDOUS. THIS UNFORTUNATELY IS WHAT HAPPENS IN WARS  TERRIBLE CRIMES COMMITTED TO VERY MANY INNOCENT MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN BUT DURING TIMES OF PEACE ONE DOESN'T EXPECT THE SAME TORMENT TO HAPPEN, BUT OF COURSE THAT IS IN AN IDEAL WORLD AND WE ALL KNOW BY THE EVENTS GOING ON AROUND US THAT THIS IS NOT AN IDEAL WORLD. THE FILM IS CALLED,

La fuga degli innocenti (TV Movie 2004) - IMDb    Hidden Children link

This is a true story about forty Jewish children on their way to PALESTINE, who were blocked by the German and Italian occupation of Yugoslavia in 1941

THE CHILDREN WERE NOT TRYING TO GET TO A COUNTRY NAMED ISRAEL, BUT TO THE SAFTY OF PALESTINE, THAT PLACE WHICH THE SETTLERS IN PALESTINE ARE TRYING TO SAY DOESN'T EXIST.

I wonder how many of these children are alive today , and I also wonder how they might feel when they see the nazi's that they were escaping from are now doing the same to the children of Palestine as was being done to them.

I watched the film on Film Four TV a couple of nights ago and wastotally shattered by the pain these children bore and I am left wondering..........

........Can anyone tell me what is the difference between the nazi's of Hitler and the Nazi-esque soldiers of the Israelii Government.

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"HIDDEN CHILDREN.

The Plot Summary

This film is a true story about forty Jewish children on their way to PALESTINE, who were blocked by the German and Italian occupation of Yugoslavia in 1941

Before finding a haven at Villa Emma in Nonantola in northern Italy, where they arrived on June 17, 1942, the children spent several adventurous months in Slovenia, caught up in the ongoing fight between the partisans and the Italian army. In April 1943, another 33 children, some from the Balkans, others from France, joined the original group. All were orphans who had lost their parents in concentration camps and had subsequently been smuggled out of Germany by Recha Freier, a well-known Zionist. The group ranged in age from six to twenty one and settled in at Villa Emma with their chaperones and teachers, Josef Indig, Marco Schoky and the pianist Boris Jochverdson. The children lived in modest, but quite acceptable conditions. They attended class and courses in agriculture and craftsmanship prepared them for their impending departure for Palestine and a future on a Kibbutz. The orphans were under police supervision and forbidden to go out alone, but even so Nonantola took their plight to heart and firm friendships were established between the townspeople and the young Jews. After Italy surrendered to the Allies on September 8, 1943, German troops arrived in Nonantola and the situation changed dramatically. In less than 48 hours, Villa Emma was abandoned and the fugitive boys and girls found refuge in the seminary of the Abbey, and in the homes of local farmers, craftsman and shopkeepers. The local priest, Father Arrigo Beccari, showed great courage in these circumstances. The threat of raids by the German police provoked much anxiety and between September 28 and October 16, 1943 all the young refugees were successfully smuggled into Switzerland, fording the fast-flowing Tresa River under cover of darkness. In Switzerland, Zionist organizations hosted them in an institute in Bex in the Rodano Valley and it was from there that most of the group reached Palestine in May 1945 after an odyssey that had lasted five years. One of the boys who contracted TB and had to be admitted to a sanatorium was unable to escape and his name appears on a list of deportees to Auschwitz. Subsequently, Arrigo Beccari and Giuseppe Moreali, the local doctor in Nonantola, were cited in the Yad Vashem for their courage and they have their own tree in the Avenue of Just Men.


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NOW FOR THE QUESTION WE ALL WANT THE ANSWER TOO.

TELL ME WHY?





Valerie Celest Parker , Commented on this song. this is her reply. .......

This song is wonderful and sad at the same time..... I know I'm an American girl, but not all of us Americans are heartless like most of my country, but if I was given a choice to be there and suffer with everyone else on this planet, I would. I hate the even thought of knowing others aren't being fed enough, staying safe in their own homes, not knowing if your going to lose someone the very next day. I will admit, America is a stubborn country that started out well, but so far i wish i could leave myself. But we can't change if no one is willing to try. I'm beyond willing and i would and will devote my life to helping others. I don't care if i die trying. I swear on my heart and soul that i will do what i can to help change things from bad to good, and if I'm not capable of doing that, then hopefully someone will keep trying after me or push me to try harder. I think this makes me cry more than the song.
Valerie, I hope your dreams can be fulfilled without you suffering any pain in your heart or your body. Dorothy Milnes-Simm xxx

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The State of Palestine.  Part Two

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The Children of Palestine sing a message to the World


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"Al-Quds hospital, Gaza City, following Israeli shelling" by ISM Palestine - originally posted to Flickr as Al-Quds hospital, Gaza City, following Israeli shelling. Licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons.


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