The telephone rang at morning, I voice came very polite asking about myfriend ” DINA ” .” RAK SHINIA ” I said, that’s means ” one second Please ” , I learned some Hebrewsentences.
Dina said, hi ” Fofi ” , and start taking Hebrew together.I identified the voice, ” Fofi ” is the General ” Dov Tzadaka ” .The last couple of days, ” Fofi ” was busy with his family.Fofi and all the Israelis have the right to enjoy their times.Everybody have the right to enjoy his life.But I haven’t the same right. I should have a permit before!!I must request before all of the Generals, the Police, and the intelligencetoo!!
General Fofi is very polite through talking with others, everybody knows” Fofi ” before me said this!!I know ” Fofi ” either, I heard he is very polite!!I still remember when I found the lost Jewish child in Hebron and I calledhim to help me!!
The General apologized because it took him long tem to grant me a travelpermit!!He said, ” Really I don’t know which Police is looking for Kawther, I askedthe head of the Security Committee ” Gidon Izra ” about this and I don’tsucceed to know who is looking for Kawther ” !!
Dina wondered, so why you don’t grant her a travel permit yet, you are theGeneral, and if you don’t know who s looking for her you should grant herthe permit??
The General promised, to take care of this ” Serious ” issue by him self on” Sunday ” , and to call us again.
I’m waiting for the Sunday, I’m sure after I informed the Generals on 4th,July 2002, about my acceptation to have a meeting with the ” intelligencePolice ” , the General Tzadaka will inform me on Sunday about holding thisgreat meeting!! Specially I was refused holding this meeting with theIntelligence Police, since the first moment I was informed by ” Fofi’s “assistant on 13th, July 2002.
While I feel alone in the middle of this terrible situation, and while Ifeel the occupation is killing my human feeling , my dreams, hopes,happiness and love, I find many friends from all over the world, sharing meheart to heart, person to person, feeling to feeling, human being to humanbeing.
I am willing to write about all of these people honestly, and show how muchthe world is beautiful, and how many friend I found in the middle of thisterrible life, but I can’t do this and include my diary my free expression,specially if these friends I loved they recommended me of that!!I am just adding to my diary just few lines of hundreds letter I receiveddaily by e-mail.
Ilanna Sharon, a Jewish Canadian citizen, wrote me a few lines of her poem.Ilanna primary work is dealing with ” Traumatic Brain Injuries ” . Shepublished her book ” Effective Empowerment ” , that meant a guide to developing” Integrated Educational Environments ” .
She offered me a help, ” …I don’t know what I can do to help,…….ifthere is anything I can help you, please, I would like to know, I can’timagine how hard each day is for you, knowing you live under such oppressiveconditions.
Once again, I hope I can help in some way, if I can, please, feel freeto e-mail me at any time.
” Palestine “
The desert speaks
shrouds wail
flooting across the expanse
from the valley of Jezreel, to the water of sharem el shech
billions of tiny granules
cloud up in anger.
Six million dead soul whisper through lidless graves
awakened from their moumful slumber
unwiling recruits to the justification formurder.
Foreign-made tanks rumble through Sinai
blasting quiet dunes.
Rugged tears drip down the cheeks of the Colossal images weeping for naked
children guarding exposed doorways.
The Almighty speaks,
” Come with me, into the light of the eternal cosmos “
We ascend
cry beat our chests beg forgiveness
pray for tolerance admit sin
for the gruond upon which we stand is holy ground.