Kawther Salam's Diary 

Hell Made in Israel (6/7/02)

The Daily Life of Kawther Salam

The telephone rang at morning, I voice came very polite asking about my friend " DINA " . " RAK SHINIA " I said, that's means " one second Please " , I learned some Hebrew sentences.

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 intelligence too!!

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 called him to help me!!

The General apologized because it took him long tem to grant me a travel permit!! He said, " Really I don't know which Police is looking for Kawther, I asked the head of the Security Committee " Gidon Izra " about this and I don't succeed to know who is looking for Kawther " !!

Dina wondered, so why you don't grant her a travel permit yet, you are the General, and if you don't know who s looking for her you should grant her the 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 " intelligence Police " , the General Tzadaka will inform me on Sunday about holding this great meeting!! Specially I was refused holding this meeting with the Intelligence 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 I feel the occupation is killing my human feeling , my dreams, hopes, happiness and love, I find many friends from all over the world, sharing me heart to heart, person to person, feeling to feeling, human being to human being.

I am willing to write about all of these people honestly, and show how much the world is beautiful, and how many friend I found in the middle of this terrible 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 received daily 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 " . She published 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,.......if there is anything I can help you, please, I would like to know, I can't imagine how hard each day is for you, knowing you live under such oppressive conditions.

Once again, I hope I can help in some way, if I can, please, feel free to 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.