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Carousel–A child delight

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Bumble 

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The children TJ, and M4 wanted me to remove a bee who was trying to find a landing space where they sat. She was buzzing over their heads. She wasn’t a Bumble bee. They were distracted by her while they were doing their homework. 

I wanted it to go outside, and was going to pull the patio doors open, when their father (my son in law) came downstairs. I left the bee for his decision. He swatted it promptly, sending the bee on it’s heavenly travels, or to where the bees go after their stay on earth.


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Bumble

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Shine



When my children were very young, they wouldn’t get up to get ready for school. I would pull the curtains aside to let morning light in. I would give them a peck on the cheeks, and say, “Rise and shine”, in a sing song voice.

It would take repeated efforts on my part to wake them up. Once they started their morning prayers, they began waking on their own. I stopped saying rise and shine, and totally forgot saying that.

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You’re Brighter than the Stars

By Heart
by Ben Huberman
You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?

To a mother her children will always be her greatest treasure. Love you for always.

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Injustice

One Palestinian child has been killed by Israel every 3 days for the past 13 years

Almost half of the Palestinian population is under 18Official statistics from the Ministry of Information in Ramallah have revealed that 1,518 Palestinian children were killed by Israel’s occupation forces from the outbreak of the second Intifada in September 2000 up to April 2013. That’s the equivalent of one Palestinian child killed by Israel every 3 days for almost 13 years. The ministry added that the number of children injured by the Israelis since the start of the Second Intifada against Israel’s occupation has now reached 6,000.

“The International Day for the Protection of Children is on June 1,” said a spokesman, “but Palestinian children are still subject to attacks by the Israelis and Jewish settlers on an almost daily basis.”

Noting that 2012 saw an unprecedented rise in the number of children arrested by Israeli forces, the report pointed out that 9,000 Palestinians under 18 years old have been arrested since the end of September 2000. Almost half of the Palestinian population is under 18. Almost two hundred and fifty Palestinian minors are being held in prison by Israel; 47 of them are children under 16 years of age.

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Credit: Memo. Middle East Monitor

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Injustice

No Dreams For Me

Daily Prompt: Gone with the Windfall
You just inherited $1,000,000 from an aunt you didn’t know existed. What’s the first thing you buy (or otherwise use the money for)?

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Would buy my spot under the sun.
What is it?
Guess!

I would divide the money for charity, my children, and myself.

Let it come first. No use thinking about such a windfall.

It’s just like the proverbial Mullah Naseeruddin. He milks a cow. Off he goes to the market to sell the milk. He carries it in a container over his head.

He thinks big dreams. With money from the selling of milk, he will buy hens. With the hatching of their eggs, he will have more hens, and so on.

A time will come when he will amass a fortune. He will buy a house, and get married. His wife will ask for something. He will vehemently say no with the shake of his head.

He forgets the container, and the milk spills over. All the milk is wasted. Mullah sits in the dust, and wails over it.

I will wait for the money, till it comes.

I don’t have to dream.

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