One of the amazing things that happen when the books arrived and we started to set up the library was that people started to approach me with their other talents and hobbies. Here we have tables and benches that were built by a few of the carpenters in the camp. A 22 year old girl asked shyly if she could show me something which turned out to be these stunning drawings she had been playing with. Women and men approach me with their knitting and I learned that the camp is full of tailors. A young friend in the camp showed me poems and short stories he had been working on and is translating them from Arabic to English with the help of google translate.
It brings such sadness to my heart to know that these gifted and hard working everyday people are forced to live in the shadows, unwelcome by countries that could definitely benefit and learn from their generosity, humility and authenticity. I hope to be able to share the tent that was built for the community centre and library with another organization who is trying to get a permission to being sewing machines to the camp. The unknown and lost between the lines by Khalil. 'The unknown is something that was missing man or existing thing that is not a solution to it, or question lingering in people's minds that is not a solution to it asks each one of us with him and no one has the answer to any such man who fights and fights and defends his family and his homeland and their land usurped not one puts it in his mind and everyone knows what it ... ?? The unknown is the man who was born between the tales of hunger and war is the man who was born of corn dust in the land has become a place for experiments bombs and missiles ..! The unknown is a child who lives between the bombing and destroyed houses is a child who calls life is the one who says Arhmona as God womb Where are you who advocate on behalf of humanity where the Rights of the Child, which engulfed by the world where the future where love where the school where swing our orchards spring where my mother where my father compassionate and my little brother I traveled to any country's teachers and my friends Is it my fault I have a child I can not carry weapons and do you like you'd fight my fault that I lost my family and become a friend with hunger Lost is the unknown and the impact of the prison includes extremists and spirits fishermen and traders to buy and sell precious money. The unknown is living between four walls are not aware of you out when and how to be, and by whom is it like to forget the Lord's ability and arrogance on the ability of sand'
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