“I shall not hate” Izzeldin-Abuelaish.

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“This amazing book tells the life story of Dr Izzeldin Abuelaish, a Palestinian who has lived through half a century of horror and destruction in Gaza. Abuelaish, like so many Palestinians, has endured loss, privation and suffering on a scale that is unimaginable. His response is not hatred and violence, which would be all too understandable. Instead he has produced a great work of insight and compassion that tries to point the way towards peace and reconciliation.

He grew up in the shadow of al-Nakba (“the Catastrophe”), the division of Palestine after the creation of the Israeli state in 1948. He came from an established land-owning family based in the south of the country. Overnight they were dispossessed, and his childhood was spent in the Jabalia refugee camp in Gaza.

His family, which had been prosperous, were now in deep poverty. There were 11 of them and he records how they “lived in one room which measured about 10 feet by 10 feet. There was no electricity, no running water; there were no toilets in the house.”

When he was 10, they found a new house to live in. Five years later it was bulldozed by one of Ariel Sharon’s tanks. His brother Noor fell into Israeli hands, went to prison, and later vanished. The book suggests his mother, a stoical woman to whom he acknowledges a huge debt, never fully recovered.

Education, and some inspirational teachers, were his redemption. Eventually he won a scholarship to study medicine in Cairo, and then gynaecology at the University of London.”

Read more by clicking the link.A  truly astonishing goodness.Photo0316.jpgWho is the Light of the world now?

Sorry,I am unable to answer the phone.

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    My voice is on strike.
    My husband has to keep his eye on the clock today.
    My sister’s glued to the television.
    While my brothers have been at loggerheads for a very long time.

    My daughter has to keep a weather eye on her fiancee,
    And my granddaughter has been entranced by “The Magic Flute.”
    The cat is having kittens.
    The dog is chasing his tail.
    I’ve got my finger on the button
    And my hand in the till.

    My feet have gone to sleep.
    My head is coming unscrewed,
    And my mind is on higher things.
    Where my brain is is under investigation
    And I hope to be reunited with it soon
    But they can’t be absolutely certain it will reconnect.

    My spirits have been in the doldrums
    But I have some whiskey in the cupboard.
    My career spanned the heights and the depths,
    Though not of love
    as God would recognize it,
    In a very real sense.
    You must rest assured I care about you
    Though I do not feel able to converse, owing to invasion by viruses.
    Now there’s just a few minutes before I go for broke again
    Please leave a message after the pips squeek

Stan and Mary……..the Anniversary

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    Stan was wearing his best suit,topped by a denim apron, and wad polishing the big windows with a microfibre cloth ,as
    he waited breathlessly for his stunning wife.Mary entered the room wearing a long purple and mauve dress which clung somewhat tightly to the curvaceous contours of her beautifully rounded body.
    On her feet she had some smart pewter ballet slippers and in her elegant hand she carried a huge pewter clutch bag which contained some of her many medications.She addressed Stan,
    “I think I can leave my handbag behind if I put my mouth spray into my bra.”
    “That somehow detracts from the romance of the evening.” Stan pronounced openly.
    “Well,you know,I never had a cleavage until lately and I fell I ought to make the most of it.”
    “Surely I should be the one make the most of it,” he riposted jocosely.
    “Of course you may,my angel,but not in the restaurant,”she answered back sweetly
    “I’ll put your spray in my pocket then,shall I?”Suddenly the doorbell rang.”Who’s this?”It was Annie,their next door neighbour.
    She was wearing a coral velvet track suit with matching Reeboks and sun hat.
    “Hi,I just came in with a little prezzie,”She declaimed.In
    her hand was a huge box of chocolates.
    “Gosh,Mary you look lovely in that beautiful long dress but you’re not
    going on your bike,are you?”
    “No,we are having a cab,but it’s not come as yet.”
    “Well,never mind.I’ll ring 999 and get them to send an emergency ambulance for you!”
    Fortunately,as luck would have it the minicab appeared and it was only as they were entering the restaurant that Stan realised he was still wearing his old denim apron.
    “Shall I take it off?” he pondered.
    On the pro side I will look smarter on the con side I might spill some soup down my front.I wish I’d done more logic at college.
    So he kept it on.Mary didn’t seem to notice.She just took him for granted.If he stood on his head and sang”Jerusalem” she probably wouldn’t pay any attention.
    Then he noticed that Mary was wearing an apron too.It was the same colour as her dress.What a brilliant idea,he thought.
    “There may be money in this.” He could start a small business,
    “Aprons R You” selling lovely aprons in all colours of the rainbow.
    Suddenly he heard noises;he awoke and heard Mary shouting
    “How can you go to sleep when you are out with me?”
    “Would you prefer me to recite the Periodic Table?” he snapped gently.
    “I’d prefer a poem,” she cried…All right,Petal,I’ll think of one soon.In the meantime would you like a fool?”
    “No.I’ve got you,” she responded handsomely.
    “I mean for a pudding?”
    “Oh,yes please.A Rubik fool would be lovely.It will pass the time.You know I get so bored.”
    “Well,I do my best but it’s hard keeping up with you.would you like to read a few truth tables whilst I finish?
    my meat.”
    He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small leather bound book.
    “Truth tables and levitation for geniuses,” by Bertha Russell.
    “Oh,Stan,this looks interesting.I’ve always wanted to fly like an angel or an owl.”
    “It’s never too late to say never.” he responded.
    “Whatever do you mean?”
    “I don’t know.Just because a sentence is grammatically correct doesn’t imply that it means something.”
    “Yes,quite right.And conversely a sentence can mean something even when it’s not grammatically correct.”

    “Isn’t thinking exciting!”
    “Yes,indeed.I was thinking how exciting it will be to go to bed with you.”
    “Wow,good grammar and full of meaning.I am yours.I am like a ripe plum ready to drop off the tree.I am a cat ready to mate.I am a song waiting to be sung.”
    “Gosh,are metaphors your bete noir?”
    “Je ne parle pas Francais.”
    “Aimez vous ein Nederlander?”
    “Sprechen sie Deutsche?”
    Ist sein mutter immer krank?”