The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


-Robert Frost



A Faded Photograph that Came A New

Never really cared for Emily Dickinson.

When I was in elemetary school, there was an American boy that use to come to school in mix-matched socks, while the other children would laugh at him; I thought possibly he was colored blind.


It turned out, that sometimes a mate to a particular sock would get lost after his mother washed his socks, so he wore the socks mix-matched. -HRM Deborah

Upon a Summer's Breeze

Years ago when I was in my early teens I saw an absolutely beautiful room through someones prayer, that had a summer breeze that felt it came off a sea. The large windows were open and with the long flowing white drapes that seemed to dance about the floor with the breeze. It was one of those times that being in such a wonderful place, I did not wish to leave; but as always, I could not stay and enjoy the dancing curtains and the lovely breeze.


From that sight over the years, I use to keep my room windows open as much as possible. The only time I think I closed the windows was when it would get extremely cold, when I would be trying to get some rest.


The air coming in from the open window always made my room smell so sweet and fresh, especially if a light rain was coming down; for I always loved to watch the light rain and the freshness as everything was becoming clean again; even if it was for just a moment.


I also, would wait in anticipation for the curtains in my room to dance as I had seen in that beautiful room, but it never was the same.


Around the time I saw the beautiful room, a song came out called, "Summer Breeze" by Seals and Croft; every time I heard the song over the years, I would remember the beautiful room and even during times I was having it very hard because of my US captivity it always gave me a peacefulness so I could continue on.


I have always hoped, that one day; I would get to see that beautiful room once again and be able to watch the long flowing white drapes dance once more with the sea breeze.

A little something, I have thought so many times; is the one that belonged to such a beautiful place for the room had overtaken me so and not so long ago, I did learn who they were.

I just wished they had been more pronounced than it has been all these years, for actually I know just some about them personally; but I am trying to learn even with the passing of there grandmother who I did know, because of someone else's grandmother for they use to set side-by-side and talk softly, for both admirable grandmother's were my great aunts and they were born in Israel, along with my great uncles who were brothers to my grandfather; which his wife was my grandmother Dora or too this day, how they knew they could pray for me by my name through Allah (Hashem); for me to even appear.

Nevertheless, which according to International and Israeli law, any child born to an Israeli parent or parents there birth is recorded  with an Israeli birth certificate in there hometown; mine being Jerusalem as it use to always be, as I was and it has been proven. Also, as a political prisoner or kidnapped to a foreign country; one can never be a citizen of the captivity country, in my case the US. That by law and my understanding it has been proven to be so, that I am an Israeli citizen and never wished to be or are anything else. Even with the US government in part, of contempt of International Court on this issue; with the other main issue being of the US government's illegal refusal to free me and allow me to return to my home country of Israel.-HRM Deborah

Autumn Leaves

The seasons, are the life of mankind; as Spring is a birth, Summer is youth, Autumn is old age and Winter is death.

Has one ever had a chance to notice the many colored leaves of Autumn within nature, as I was able to see for a time when I was a teenager and how beautiful when a light breeze causes them to fall and flutter here and there.

A day will come when Allah (Hashem) will lay the tear stained leaves of Autumn, as a gift upon her door; as an outward foreboding pricks her heart from above.

As I have gotten older and not able to see those many colored leaves any longer; but alas, every Autumn I still have a sigh and think of the splendor that Allah (Hashem) made; as a young child still seeing a new color for the very first time.

For the world is made of many colors, no matter where one may be; but one needs to stop and take a small breath and look, as the world is actually such a wonderful place to be.

For everything one sees, even too the many colored leaves of Autumn; Allah (Hashem) made it all possible, and for the those He loves, Allah (Hashem) has a wonderful way of doing things. Even while one sits in a rocking chair, waiting.

In the late 1970's the birds were I was stopped singing and the air was filled with utter silence. I came to find out that before the global ban on DDT pesticide, that the US farmers were using it heavily which was not just massively killing the birds; but other wildlife as well and how much during this time it was such a shame not to hear the many varieties of the birds voices.

So many birds were killed there, that over the years, I have wondered if it was possible that any of the birds did survive and if the birds were ever able to sing once more.

 

The Humanity Violin of Gold

From the time I was a very little girl, I use to always say; that I would kick Satan in the shins and that I hoped I had stout shoes on.-HRM Deborah

"Don't Eat the Cheese!"

At a large get-together, there was a buffet and some of the food such as a cheese platter; was at the end of the buffet counter on ice.

A man happened to be leaning on the edge of the counter watching two boys with large red glasses of punch playing, which they where laughing and pushing each other.

By chance, one of the boys knocked over the other boys glass of punch and it spilled onto the cheese platter; with some punch splattering onto the ice.

A few minutes later, a waiter came by picking-up the cheese platter to serve. The man that was leaning earlier on the counter said to the waiter, "Don't Eat the Cheese!" And to the waiter not wishing to listen and turning deaf ears, the man tried still to explain what happened to the cheese and that it probably would not be a good idea to serve to the quests since the cheese and punch may not agree together.

The waiter never listening did it anyway and several of the guests began getting a stomach ache, instead of thinking the positive options of what occurred.  The waiter not wanting to be held accountable, pointed at the man standing now a little ways from the counter saying it had to be his fault and all kinds of damaging accusations began to spew out of peoples mouths without taking into consideration the waiter should have listened in the first place, not pointed a finger and that the man was innocent; for it was just a child's accident.-HRM Deborah

The Faithful Servant

Seek and ye shall find the passage that leads through time.

The second hand has become unwound; but yet, Allah (Hashem) can always find the faithful servant. As Allah (Hashem) will help, guide and always be waiting; for the faithful servant no matter where they shall go.


I’m walking slowly down the road of His obedience carrying a suitcase full of memories; as you watch through windows wondering if I’m alright, hoping you’re image of me never fades (or that which was before will vanish; to also, you shall leave something behind for the better).



I have always walked way ahead on the road; it is time for you to come and catch-up, for He has called.

Do not ever be discouraged, for you’re faith and that which is inside of you that He see's and focus not on darkness; for has made you as the transcending colors within a rainbow.

Think of the warm summer nights almost left behind, when your head seemed to be going in confused circles as one in tedium and the clock seemed to be in a pounding rhythm on the wall; when Allah (Hashem) was in your thoughts and you thought He wasn’t listening, which He actually was, more than you could possibly ever have known.

Secrets stolen (incomprehensible) from deep inside shall be revealed, as the drum continues to beat out of time.

There is a confortable, modest white house still not forgotten with a quaint smile; that has an office in it with a bay window cut into several squares, which across from the window is a cherry wood executive desk sitting on a tan plush carpet with white walls. Outside, is a little sappling tree; as though it was freshly planted; but could not understand the argument that had been in the distance when the call came through a prayer.

The man that belongs to the office has an exceptionally kind heart; but yet, an air of sternness when need be. What is most interesting about them, they would always be a pleasure to know.

A little something extra about the desk, the top was not empty, which showed a diligent person and was organized-who has the memory of the frail traveler dressed in white who wished to see not from the distance to understand, but Allah (Hashem) allowed them to visit for only a moment and then returned them from where they came with the white and blue tulips embedded in glass-for this I yet, smile to myself.

The first time they ever saw the traveler, was a long time ago. -HRM Deborah

Gone Sailing

The Archangel of Children, having to do with an old prayer by name and the reasoning of the little Archangels predicament.

Alone thoughts of contemplation, sailing upon the Mediterranean Sea. The sailboat came into being about 1980.

An Evil Omen

Global terrorist, Interpol fugitive Mahmoud Abbas sitting in front of the Taj Mahal in Agra, India; on 8 October 2008.

by HRM Deborah

About forty years ago in one of my unusual dreams that came by Allah, I saw this very picture, the only other acceptation is I did not know the face or the name of the man at the time and to my understanding this was a sign of an evil omen, which I would see it in the future.

This type of omen was not because of the Taj Mahal itself, but the man who would appear in front and that this apperance was not to be taken lightly and by seeing this it would tell the truth of who the man really was.

That this would be the proof, that this man was the demon of violence.

The significance of the demon sitting in front of the Taj Mahal was to give a type of threat, but the demon themselves becomes the shadow of the past.

This is also the time the armies of light and darkness will dress to full battle armament to engage in a fierce battle for the sake of mankind. This battle will eventually cause a time ripple effect that crosses the whole earth for seven years and creates a transformation of time.

One will also see eventually in this time, men fighting on the backs of elephants; at least a thousand abreast and large numbers of people on horseback.

Allah's Love of a Child Prophet

A child cried as Allah (Hashem) counted the tears, for one day each tear would rain down upon mankind like torrents of floods with Allah’s ((Hashem's) wrath due to man’s haram’s (sins) and the mistreatment of that once child; who grew with Allah’s (Hashem) blessing’s of prophecy and loving care, to all the people she loves that also were enduring hardships.

For Allah (Hashem) sent the child and when the child in part fulfilled that which was asked of them, Allah (Hashem) then became angry of there mistreatment because of His love for them and that she is considered by Allah (Hashem) as "stolen!" For that which is most precious to Allah (Hashem) is collected in one place, at the center of Allah’s (Hashem's) throne (Jerusalem).



Even in great hardships when the child was very young and prayed for a short time of a peaceful calm, Allah (Hashem) would bring this calm like the spreading of sunshine upon the whole earth.

When the child did cry, Allah (Hashem) comforted the child, but still saves the tears.

All in White

The little child
If she could, would have ran away
But,
Since she couldn't for a second promise
Made in a daughters love.

In silence
She cried and cried
For better days.

Her Friend would come
To embrace her upon His knee
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Only to put them in a jar
To save them for the day.

-HRM Deborah


 All About Soul

Other unexplained event’s not normally understood by mankind would occur with no easing until the child is returned to the beginning. For at this time, if any type of harm or neglect would come to the child, Allah (Hashem) would destroy the whole of the earth and there would be no more; because of His great love for this good child. One of the worst upheavals to occur is known as "10,10,10" and is focused mainly in one place towards those that has harmed the child ; which is a warning of that yet to come. Some people call this event, "Armageddon."


For the cataclysm's that shall befall mankind would become extremely more intense as long as there is not a change concerning this Prophetess, to even the turning of the axis of the very earth for it will more appear to be out of balance and eventually the complete destruction of the earth itself.

Allah (Hashem) has sent ample warning’s and they where not heeded, then prophesies which mankind would see in great fear; as though the mountains had began to fall upon them.

For mankind should never harm a prophet of Allah’s (Hashem's) nor commit any sins against Allah’s (Hashem's) law.

For even as a child Prophetess, there was an embedded understanding given to the child; so the child loved deeply, did good deeds even when in any possible danger but Allah (Hashem) protected her and carried a heaviness of heart; with the hope that the horrible events could be unheeded, instead of deafness and blindness of sin that would create such events to further unfold.





Chosen from Among the Angels

Whether a person is a mere child or an adult, in Allah’s (Hashem’s) eyes they are still children and He has always had great love for the Prophet’s for they are sent (created) by Allah (Hashem), as His sole blessed creation and can walk between Paradise (Heaven), earth, visit hell and beyond; without any constraint, except that which came by the thief in there abomination towards Allah (Hashem) and harmed the righteous children of humanity.

An Angel that is imprisoned  (the Abomination) by the thief on the far side of the of River Styx (the land of hatred and death).

As to some people seeing me as being important for what ever reason, I am the one person that always felt the least important upon the earth; to even at times thought I was the most despised and learning there was people that actually cared about me, was actually a surprise. But the key, is that which was given from the Angel in all her sacrificial love is equal in return from the righteous for her to be free from the abomination of the thief.

As to Allah (Hashem) caring about me, I will admit from things I have seen growing-up to thus far, that I knew He did; but not even this much. For example, some of the extreme heartbreaking conditions I have went through to almost dying at least twice, I know Allah (Hashem) interceded for me to keep living; when under the same conditions another person would have surely died.


I do know what death feels like, for it happened for a short time when I was 21 years-old because of something the US captor did. But I made a choice to go back and help humanity, instead of staying where I was. When I heard a nurse yelling with upset, calling for me and I did not wish her to be so. I woke-up and simply asked her what she wanted and to please stop yelling and it frightened her because she did not understand how it was possible. Most of the injuries I sustained seemed to have just disappeared and one took a little longer. The doctor couldn't understand what happened for most of the injuries too just vanish. The reason I even saw a hospital, was the compassion of two passing strangers; with a pick-up truck and camper. It was one of the times we were made to travel. When I was in that particular hospital I heard through the wall a man begging for help and he spoke French, but the nurses could not understand that he wanted a shave badly; so I told them for some reason I understand him perfectly. He got his shave. I still remember what I said before I returned, "That they need me;" even though I was given the choice to stay and that the time upon my return would be as fluid of great hardships.


When I had the two surgeries, the hospital staff said aberrations appeared out of no where to take care of me and gave them the knowledge on how to help me. When I was out of danger they disappeared. All they could say is they came from Paradise (Heaven) in there comprehension, with astonishment; with further to me, sounded like babble. They asked me who they were and I replied; "how would I know, I was asleep."


After I was taken from recovery to my hospital room, I got hospital staff visitors who had did my surgery and other staff; who kept asking who I really was. "I am just a person," I would reply.  There answer usually, was that I was not; that there was more to me, than just a person.  I still think about the many comments the doctors have said. Which to this day, I still wonder what all actually occurred; for until those two times, I had never had surgery before.


All I remember is in the first surgery, I saw a very pleasant place that looked like a forest  with lots of trees, it was warm and someone I know kept me company; until I was close to waking up. The whole situation was very overwhelming for my first husband and while he smiled allot; it took him a little time to understand everything that the hospital staff was trying to explain.


One day, when he was extremely ill and it was getting much closer to the end of his life; he said he understood everything. For much prior to this, he had some personnel struggles which I never fully understood; until he said they were gone. He for a time, wanted time to be by himself and think.  While he kept getting worse; many times, he said he did not wish to leave me. Sometimes, it still brings a few tears to my eyes; even though he said, what was ahead must be amazing.

My first husband, was the type of person that out of love; would have walked across hot coals barefoot to take care of me and so may things he had told me he was right, which I am so grateful for it made life much nicer. But yet, my world keeps growing in love from my past, my present and on into the future; while I wait for that which is to come. For one thing, I had to learn the hard way; one can never take that which is made from the heart and that my old friend is always there.

For me to be free has to do with how important I am to the righteous children of humanity, with there "strength of will" and to delay much longer Allah (Hashem) will destroy the whole earth or in goodness create the garden. He has already began and only the righteous children of humanity can reverse these occurrences, by doing what was ask for long ago in there prayers, that "single selfless deed" and the divine acknowledgements; with my freedom, too that which created the abomination.

There is nothing I can do to change what Allah (Hashem) has began on His decision concerning myself, but sit in my rocking chair in this walled prison; than go back too where I came from, if there is no substantial change soon by the righteous children. One acceptation, is that which Allah (Hashem) acknowledges for humanity; which some has already occurred, yet to come and can be heard from the messenger.



But if things continue as they are and the Prophetess continues to suffer, Allah (Hashem) will eventually even make the messenger silent, for Allah (Hashem)  begins the process of taking her back to Paradise (Heaven) and mankind does not wish for this to occur; for the destruction would be immense, too the final outcome.  Which has already started to come to pass, for the Prophetess will feel life passing away; as though death is going upon her and the sorrow for her is great, as many thoughts are put upon her. As that which is evil, Allah (Hashem) no longer listens.

The time if it should completely come to pass that Allah (Hashem) shall take the Prophetess to Paradise (Heaven), the earth will be destroyed as with the whisper of a single hand and unlike the bargain that Moses attempted to make with the two Angels, there will be no survivors.


Nothing can change this event accept that the relief of one who suffers, for even now death is still a cloak upon them as they wait for a change and seek solace in light. Of all the prayers which created extreme heat, that Allah (Hashem) heard; one particular prayer made a difference; even when the dog in the distance was howling of death.

In An Angels Hands

Many things’ I am sure I could talk about, but as they say especially concerning the elements of light and "the man that walks at midnight;" but there is a time and place for everything, as to when the time is right one will hear. For even I, continue to grow and transcend beyond; for the oldest of friends are never far away that were before the beginning of time.-HRM Deborah

Its about the equal love between the two!

The Comfortable Brown Shoes

by HRM Deborah

A day or two maybe before I had bought some brown shoes, while they may have not been overly elegant; but they are extremely comfortable, which was more important at the time. This same day, I had spoken to a nice young man; buying boxing gloves for his friend’s birthday.

On a particular night as most people do, I had gone to bed and fell fast to sleep for I was a bit over tired from the day. The event that occurred, I do not know the time element because it seemed meaningless.

All of sudden I found myself in a place that looked like a cement patio and seeing in places mixed with flowers, which I learned later was a place not far from the Dome of the Rock.

I remember I was happy because for a little time I could taste home and it was like I could just burst with happiness; at the idea of being in Jerusalem.

I walked a little ways and then had to climb some steps which seemed a little tricky for me, because of my bad right leg. But I did make it up the steps and walked what seemed like a very little ways, to the entrance of the Dome of the Rock.

I just got inside of the entrance and just like a lot of people I just took a slight glance, because I thought it was more important to remove my shoes in such a place.

I looked down and I was wearing the brown shoes I mentioned before, while I did remove the shoes and began to feel what appeared to be the softest carpet, I had ever felt.

Then I hear my husband’s voice and I seemed to have by this time begun to wake up, only to find him telling me it was morning and time to start the day.

When I had gone to find the new brown shoes, what I found was some very unusual scuff marks on them; that had not been there before.

Later, I showed the shoes to my husband and he said that those particular scuff marks only come from the steps by the Dome of the Rock.

Every so often, I still wear the brown shoes and still wonder was I there or not.

Another instance, when something like this happened, I saw two men that where Fatah and one man murdered a two year-old child in cold blood and while they kept insisting after they where caught for this murder, that there where no witnesses; I apparently, had given an accurate description of how she died. Even to this day, that event still haunts my memories.