Tuesday, June 26, 2018
Saturday, June 2, 2018
This beautiful young lady is a Palestinian nurse, her name is Razan Najjar. June 2018 Razan was shot and killed by Israeli sniper
This beautiful young lady is a Palestinian nurse, her name is Razan Najjar. Razan was recently shot and killed by Israeli snipers during the peaceful protests in the besieged Gaza Strip.
Razan was on duty when she was shot directly in her chest.
Palestinian nurse Razan al-Najjar was killed by Israeli snipers as she was providing medical aid to injured protesters.
Razan Al Najjar, 21 year old Palestinian nurse killed by Israeli snipers. In this photo she holds the Key of Return... a symbol of home & return & the rule of fair and just laws.
The Right of Return is a basic human right that we all enjoy- except Palestinians who have been denied their inalienable right to return to original homes and lands.
Here in America, every time you leave home for any reason you get to return. Leave for work and return. Leave for a vacation and return. Leave for a visit to the hospital and return. Leave to visit a neighbor and return. Leave to go to a park and return. Leave to go shopping and return. That is the right of return.
After the Nazi Holocaust Jewish refugees used the right of return to return to European homes, although many decided not to as some foolishly agreed with Hitler's thinking that racism is the best way to build a strong nation state. Thus modern man made Israel was born.
We should know better.
The Holocaust Museum in Washington DC should have a new wing devoted to the very real plight and suffering of the Palestinians.
Saturday, February 24, 2018
This ancient #Palestinian #olive tree existed well before #Jesus was born and local farmers date it at well over 2,000 years old
From my dear friend Mike: "This ancient #Palestinian #olive tree existed well before #Jesus was born and local farmers date it at well over 2,000 years old"
Posted by Anne Selden Annab at 6:50 AM
|Pictured: Mike Hanini Odetalla's photo of his late mother (ay), uncle, and grandfather AbdelKader Allah Yirhamu circa mid 1960's in #Palestine.|
My memories are of an elegantly dressed man, a Fellah, always in the traditional Palestinian dress of a kunbaaz, hata, wa akhaal, standing tall, never hunched over, dramatic weathered face, chiseled by the Palestinian sun, wind, and life of a true man of the land! He walked, always upright, walking stick in hand, and his ever present pipe, safely tucked in the belt of his kunbaaz.
A widower at a relatively young age, he never remarried, raising his 8 children with love, wisdom, and patience! I used to beg him to show me the battle wounds he suffered serving in the Ottoman Army during WWI, a bullet hole that ripped clear through his shoulder, which amazed me as a child. After the Balfour Declaration, he joined his fellow Palestinian young men in signing a pledge to fight the Zionists....
If one were to paint a picture of a typical Palestinian Fellah (farmer), my grandfather would have served as the perfect model! He knew the land on an intimate basis, and derived great joy being an integral part of it!
His red patterned handkerchief (yes I still remember it well some 49 years later) served as his "lunch box", as he would wrap a piece of fresh baked taboon bread, a tomato, onion, some cracked olives, some zataar, and head for the fields, or hills where he lived, preferring to eat his typical lunch under the shade of an olive tree...I still have images in my mind of him laying down, propped up on one elbow, finding refuge from the hot summer sun under the shade of an olive tree, puffing away on his pipe, the epitome of contentment! No radio, no noise, just the sound of his beloved land, whispering to him through the breeze stirred leaves above...His love for and of the land had a very profound effect on me, still does!
The last time I saw my grandfather was in the summer of 1969, just before we left for the USA! He passed away in 1978, a year before I was to return to Palestine for the first time in 1979...Allah Yirhamu wa Yirham kul imawatna!
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
|"I’d been reading up on comparative religion. The thing is that all major religions have the Golden Rule in Common. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Not always the same words but the same meaning.–Norman Rockwell, The Norman Rockwell Album.|
... From photographs he’d taken on his 1955 round-the-world Pam Am trip, Rockwell referenced native costumes and accessories and how they were worn. He picked up a few costumes and devised some from ordinary objects in his studio, such as using a lampshade as a fez. Many of Rockwell’s models were local exchange students and visitors. In a 1961 interview, indicating the man wearing a wide brimmed hat in the upper right corner, Rockwell said, “He’s part Brazilian, part Hungarian, I think. Then there is Choi, a Korean. He’s a student at Ohio State University. Here is a Japanese student at Bennington College and here is a Jewish student. He was taking summer school courses at the Indian Hill Museum School.” Pointing to the rabbi, he continued, “He’s the retired postmaster of Stockbridge. He made a pretty good rabbi, in real life, a devout Catholic. I got all my Middle East faces from Abdalla who runs the Elm Street market, just one block from my house.” Some of the models used were also from Rockwell’s earlier illustration, United Nations." Rockwell's "Golden Rule"
RE RAJA SHEHADEH: Palestinians’ Dashed Hopes for Jerusalemhttps://www.nytimes.com/2017/12/09/opinion/sunday/palestinians-dashed-hopes-jerusalem.html?rref=collection%2Fsectioncollection%2Fsunday&_r=0
Freedom of, and from, religion: American taxpayers should not be forced to fund a new Embassy in Israel- or Israel's supposed "Jewishness".
Israel, a heavy armed sovereign modern nation state, wants the land, but not the native non-Jewish population of that land. This is not at all like long ago when America was settled. People of every race and religion came to America, many to escape religious persecution.
America's settlement by Europeans was a less enlightened, dangerously primitive era. Slavery (and inequality) was part of life for most every nation on earth, and had been since before biblical times. But even so, our Declaration of Independence, our Constitution and our Bill of Rights laid the foundation for real freedom, justice, respect and opportunity for all, regardless of race or religion.
172 years later, the very same year that modern Israel was established in 1948, after the Nazi Holocaust, The United Nations' Universal Declaration of Human Rights made it quite clear to all the world that "recognition of the inherent dignity and of the equal and inalienable rights of all members of the human family is the foundation of freedom, justice and peace in the world"
Israel's sovereign choice to perpetually persecute and impoverish Palestinian men, women and children has made the Israel-Palestine conflict and refugee crisis what it is today.... and that is huge tragedy for everyone.
Anne Selden Annab
RE Trump Is Making a Huge Mistake on Jerusalem, By HANAN ASHRAWI
Good to see the marvelous Hanan Ashrawi again speaking out at a crucial time, doing all she can to help more Americans understand the very real plight and suffering of the Palestinians.
It is a huge tragedy with devastating consequences that so many Americans, including Trump and his son-in-law, don't see how wrong it is to force tax payers (here and there) to fund Israel's religious "scholars" and schemes including Israel's land grabbing "Settlements" in the illegally occupied territories.
Anne Selden Annab
Friday, December 8, 2017
My 12-7-2017 letter to The Guardian RE Freedland: Donald Trump’s Jerusalem statement is an act of diplomatic arson
|‘The place that represents the nuclear core … the site Muslims call the Haram al-Sharif and Jews call the Temple Mount.’ Photograph: Jack Guez/AFP/Getty Images|
Donald Trump’s Jerusalem statement is only arson because so many journalists, pundits, religious extremists, hate mongers on all sides...etc... provide the kindling, the match, pour on the gasoline and enthusiastically fan the flames of the fire.
Why not calmly call for every one, no matter who they are or where they live, to peacefully, compassionately, and quite reasonably insist that Trump also recognize East Jerusalem as Palestine's capital.
And why not remind Trump of America's cherished ideal of freedom of (and from) religion: Religion should be a private personal matter, not a state funded project.
Why not peacefully, compassionately, and quite reasonably point out how sovereign Israel has been consistently violating the basic human rights of the native non-Jewish population of the Holy Land?
Trump wound up his speech announcing "God Bless Israel" but Trump is not God (if there is a God) and (if there is a God) no human being, rich or poor, has the power to determine who or what God will bless. We can guess, and we can learn from history, and we can live by the Golden Rule by treating others the way we want to be treated, but beyond that we can only hope that our choices are good choices.
As an American, firmly believing in our Bill of Rights as well as the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, I think a more inclusive and compassionate statement would have been much more appropriate: God bless everyone, regardless of supposed race, religion, or nationality.
Anne Selden Annab
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
I was listening to the radio a while back during a long drive, when I heard people relating greetings to fellow co-workers and friends...A "shout out" to use the slang of today!
My thoughts went back in time. Back to the time when I was a child in Palestine. Back to the time when there were no telephones or electricity in most of the rural villages. This was the time, just after the 1967 war. There was no cell phones, TV's, or computers. Also there was no regular mail service between Israel and the Arab countries.
We had an old radio that was sent to us by my father who was in Venezuela, South America at that time. This radio was our prized link to the outside world. We used to listen to the broadcasts from the surrounding Arab countries. These included News, Music, and other forms of entertainment. On Friday afternoons, there would be broadcasts of taped greetings. Palestinians living in the refugee camps outside of Palestine (the Diaspora), would go to the radio stations and tape a short greeting that would be broadcast over the airwaves, and hopefully heard by their relatives. Sometimes they knew where their relatives had ended up, other times they were more of a plea for information...Hope!
My mom and the other neighborhood women would sit silent and listen to these taped greetings with tears pouring down their faces. I will never forget my mother sitting there and crying along with our people on the radio. These people were usually women sending greetings to mothers, fathers, and other siblings. There were also sons and daughters sending greetings to their parents.
Most of these people had no contact or any other means of contact with their loved ones. So they would go and record a short message in the hope that their loved one happened to be alive and listening.
These messages were absolutely heart wrenching, especially when a mother would come on and start saying," Ya Ibni Ya Habibi ( My son, my love) and then they would start crying as they say how much they love him and miss him. Or when a daughter would come on and start by saying," Ya Oumy ya rouhi ( My mother, my soul) and start telling her mother how she misses her, loves her, and how her kids keep asking about her and so on. They would almost always break down in tears as they were delivering their message. The emotions were just too much...
Being a child of 6 years of age, I truly didn't understand nor fully comprehend the importance of what was happening. I hated these programs because they made my mother cry for hours on end. I blamed theses poor tortured souls for causing so much sadness to my mother. Not until I was older, did I fully comprehend the pain and anguish these refugees were going through. This was their only way of trying to contact long fractured families. This was their only outlet to send a message to their loved ones.
They were in essence casting a bottle, filled with the message of their loneliness and hope, into the sea of their exile from their native land and the people that were left behind, or exiled elsewhere...
Mike Odetalla 3-2012 All Rights Reserved!