The Sea’s Triumphant Song

Their will come a day,

when the Prophet will stand on a solid rock

facing the oceans surf

as the feeling of the refreshing sea spray

comes across her face;

as peace transcends across the whole of Israel,

as the Prophet with upright outstretched arms,

carries the rippling of the wave's.

-HRM Deborah

The Little Red House

Intimidation through Violence

This is a well-known tactic used by the US, either globally or domestically; which was also extremely common with the Nazi Regimen especially during the Holocaust.

The small, the helpless and the innocent are usually the victims of this type of violence, which is used when any person or government that does not play the US’s manipulative games or opposes them and those that one cares about will come under attack; for example the recent attack on the Jewish Center in New York or “selective” tactics towards a person, group or country that may appear legitimate; but is in actuality to the contrary under the guise of a legal action to many other means without basis in fact to any form of legitimacy present.

Any type of tactic can be used, but mostly murder, "selectiveness" to terrorism, which there is innumerable cases that does include various forms of physical and mental torture.

The idea of the “little red house,” is the martyrs of these crimes live within; with a thoughtful reminder of those who loved them and the house is painted red with their blood.-HRM Deborah

"Remain Strong-No Compromises"

Hans Scholl ( Nazi Resistance Fighter, 1943)

Mrs. Zook, My First Blowfish and Colorado Rock Candy

Usually in ones school years they remember a favorite teacher, for me it was a private teacher that even to this day is so dear to my heart along with her husband, her name was Mrs. Zook.

We had just moved into this neighborhood and I was to attend second grade at the same school a few years later, that I would meet and be a teacher for my good friend Aaron.

I had not been in this grade long when I developed a health problem for a time because of California smog, which at times I had to stay at home and with the other problems at home during this time; it was not very pleasant.

Nevertheless, upon my mother's instance a private teacher was finally hired because of her worries of me getting too far behind in my learning. Which the second grade teacher in that short time had already accused me of being a poor student.

When Mrs. Zook was hired, she had to go meet my second grade teacher and get my lesson’s, over time she had to go back and forth on numerous occasions, but her first visit I will never forget. The second grade teacher accused me of being dumb among other things and outright insulted Mrs. Zook. Mrs. Zook, not telling me exactly what the second grade teacher said, because she thought it was not for children’s ears and that Mrs. Zook said she had never met a dumb child. But I did learn later, while the insults where those people actually do not repeat, they where Anti-Semantic in connotation which Mrs. Zook admitted and she also told me to always be careful when I was around that teacher.

Mrs. Zook was not only and excellent teacher, making learning enjoyable with such books as one that taught phonics with somersaulting pixies and for a treat because she thought I was actually an outstanding student was a piece of Colorado rock candy; that she use to receive from her daughter. She kept the candy in a bowl on top her piano, which she played sometimes, because she felt it would make me happy.

Even without my lesson’s I spent a lot of time there, for it was like an oasis from the outside hardship’s and when I was to learn about her husband’s terminal illness, use to go into their library to help him feel better; we usually talked until I knew I had to go home. When he was having a good day, he used to have a wood workshop in his garage where he made some of the most wonderful things. When I was having my sick days, he made colorful beautiful wooden birds on these metal sticks to be placed outside my window to make me feel better, among other things; which sadly have disappeared over time.

My mother use to also go visit with Mrs. Zook and have tea, which we all became like one very happy family.

Some days if the weather was nice, we would go sit in the patio; my first time I saw something that while I had never seen one before, at first was not sure it was real-a blowfish. Mrs. Zook chuckled when I asked if it was real, while it was, sometime ago, her and Mr. Zook had gotten it on a vacation. To this day, I can still see it in my mind’s eye suspended from the roof of that patio.

Eventually, Mr. Zook's health got so bad, they where going to move where their daughter was and while I never where to see them again; I still would walk by there apartment to just take a little time to think about them.- HRM Deborah

Aaron and the Remedial Teacher

When I was in my last year of elementary school, which going to this school was no better then the hardships I was having to endure at home.

For this school not only had Anti-Semantic segregation, but outright cruelty, which made one work twice as hard to even attempt at an education and one never knew from one minute to the next if someone was going to attack and try to hurt you.

Nevertheless, one day my teacher requested to speak to me privately to ask if I wished to be a remedial teacher, for students about two grades younger then me; which I was very happy to do.

The first teaching session, I found out that I was actually to only have one particular student and his name was Aaron. The reason I was chosen was because no one else wanted to teach or help Aaron learn, because he was Jewish.

While I do not remember or ever knew Aaron’s last name, but he always reminded me of his appearance and demeanor as coming from the Kohn family; which if he was, we where actually cousins.

Aaron’s actual learning difficulty was he was singled out from the rest of the students, as I was and had to suffer much of the same mistreatment in school as I was having to endure and it made not just learning difficult; but just the day by day being in school.

Aaron was actually a brilliant student, but because of the Anti-Semitic bullying hardships he just needed a little help to understand that while what was going on was not his fault anymore then it was mine; but the workbooks became easy to grasp. Both of us just had to learn to bear up against the bullying, to learn and he further learned through method’s that I had learned a few years earlier from a private teacher I had named, Mrs. Zook; who her and her terminally ill husband, I had grown to love dearly for the appreciation and respect we had for each other. Also she had a way to make learning not only easier, but enjoyable; which I still carry with me to this day.

One day, when I went for my usual teaching session for Aaron is when I actually learned why I was singled out to teach him and it was because the school thought we where alike with the same idea of appearance and background. It so happened this particular day for some reason Aaron was absent from school, which I was hoping was not due to illness and he later told me he was fine and not to worry.

That same day, I substituted for another remedial teacher that was also absent and begrudgingly by the monitoring teacher; I was given an American student.

Which as this turned out this American student actually liked my teaching methods and was learning better.

When it came time for me to finish elementary school, it was clear my teaching was having to come to an end, which actually I found was very sad; because Aaron was not only flying through his lesson’s by this time, but we had became good friends.

The very last day I was to be at school and I was going to be moved again during the summer and this time out of state; I went to say good-bye to Aaron and that we where both sad that we where not only going to get to see each other anymore nor was I going to get to be his teacher anymore.

While he is another one of those people I have never forgotten, I still remember his sad face reflecting my own as he stood in the classroom doorway when I was having to leave and still telling each other in a bit of a yell, how much we would miss each other.


To this day, I have wondered if he finally was able to grow up happy and how things did turn out for him.-HRM Deborah

False Teachers

Illustration from 1901, of young man sinking in quicksand as his ship sinks after hitting rocks in distance.

You say you speaketh in truth, but it is not within you for you falsely teach on whims and brings others into the left-sided brier road, where the thorns pierce deep.

For they speak as though Allah (Hashem) is of the past and no longer hears or see’s them and they preach of there false idols and polytheism. But yet; how could this be when all is of Him and He is with the true believers, even unto the Day of Judgment.

Those who walk in darkness with falsehoods upon there lips, tend to extort funds from others for there financial gain with large gold rings, expensive suits and limousines. Most dress in manners unbecoming, while having there illicit extramarital affairs to some paying for prostitution. While there is others, that indulge in every other type of sin they can possibly think of, including drug abuse to alcoholism. Then go about saying that they are known in higher places and to follow what they say, when it is not within them nor ever was. As to the high places, it is not in Paradise (Heaven), but dwellings far below.

The of gaining knowledge, was never the counting of how many youths can fit on a basketball court or the latest social fad of the moment and forgoing the real pursuits of Allah (Hashem) for eternity; as true faith is not an earthbound social club, for to gain strong arms and to be empty inside brings about nothing nor committing discrimination in the name of religion.

Down through history, the places of greatest knowledge or accomplishments to ever befall mankind from Allah (Hashem) was not in a building with mankind taking into account the largest of floor space. It was on mountaintops, caves, along roads, fields, on a rooftop with unheard of snow coming down, a house and even sometimes in a simple street or road. For the bigger building with the largest auditorium, the best gilded or the most expensive; what usually is not felt is the presence of Allah (Hashem), but an unusual coldness.


 

Followers of the False Teachers Department

(The song "Mrs. Robinson," was the 1968 Grammy Award winner.)

These false teachers are full of deception and falsehood, as a man who built a poor house with a cracking and crumbling foundation; that eventually will return back into the sand from once it came, for the foundation was not only weak to begin with, but it was nurtured with abomination and led others blindly into the fall (hell). -HRM Deborah

"Speaketh the truth, even in bitter."

-Prophet Muhammad (PBUH)

Who Am I?

What is Tradition?


Tradition is the social, moral and intellectual development of a person, in essence the whole of a given culture, the way one thinks, to living their very lives; even there self within the very fabric of their particular society.


Without tradition, one has no identity or a person becomes as a complete blank page; to a life that would appear without any value.


US Modernization Ideology

The current idea of modernization, is reprogramming a person and destroying a person's given tradition, culture or identity, (which also includes an attempt to change ones native language solely to English for example through school books given to vulnerable children as US envoy Kristie Kenney is attempting to do with children in Marawi, Philippines, a similar tactic was used on the Native American forced-kidnapped boarded children in an attempt to destroy them, some US Political Hostages are forced to speak English and not their native language, also whole ancient or primitive societies across the globe have been destroyed in this manner) in turn making everyone like a string of paper dolls or controlled robots without ones own will. Which can also be considered, as an assembly line of vegetative oppressive slavery in a world of darkness so vast that it can only be considered ultimate evil; with the uniform being hellish black, in limited quantity. As the person lives in a real nightmare, mentally unstably controlled by the US government.

As for Allah (Hashem), those that accept especially willingly (sold their souls to Satan); He turns His back on them for they know not Him nor many have ever met Him and are considered as the living dead,  lost souls or the more hip term, "Grateful" dead, waiting for Hell; then with never ending torment and never have seen the light of a single day. As for the Angels, they shall weep and Allah (Hashem) does not allow them to go near these dead.

So I consider more fortunate the dead, who have already died than the living who are still alive, but better than either of them is he who has not yet been and has never witnessed the evil that is committed beneath the sun.

These fools fold there own hands and eats there own flesh.

And I saw that all labor and all skillful enterprise spring from man's rivalry with his neighbor. This, too, is futility and a vexation of the spirit! Better is one handful of pleasantness than two fistfuls of labor and vexation of the spirit.

It is also better to be poor, but wise in youth, than old and foolish know longer knowing how to care for oneself.

When one is through, the best that can be said is, “Who am I?” And if one expects an answer, it will be, "Nobody!"-HRM Deborah

The Kilroy caricature first appeared in the 1930's during the US's Great Depression, it was a drawing on trains by Hobo's; too anonymously say they had been in that particular place. For they were travelers without an identity.

Not Only a Paper Doll

If everyone where the same we would be as mere paper doll cut outs, rather dull and unassuming; instead, the world is made up of various vibrant culture's and unique people, that should be appreciated for who they are and where they come from.- HRM Deborah

Heraldry of Royalty Waves Over Jaffa Gate

The old city of Jerusalem has many gates, but none more famous than the Jaffa gate.

While some of the flag’s in front of the Jaffa gate carries the Magen David (Star of David), the other’s are carrying the heraldry of not just Palestine herself, but the heraldry for the royal family; in apparent great respect and happiness over the present Queen Deborah, which is most evident due to this particular gate.

While HRM Deborah was most overwhelmed with delight, her gratitude towards the people of her country is most evident; within the happiness of her heart.-HRM Deborah