Thursday, November 04, 2010

قارئة الطالع

" قارئة الطالع، أخبريني بما ترين"

أرى أنك من بلاد المقدس، فلسطين

عيناك تدل بأنك فقدت أحد البنات أو البنين

ظلمك الدهر فأصبحت من المنكوبين

قلبك مكسور، معذب، ملتاع وحزين

همك ثقيلا لم أر مثله طوال السنين

إلا أنك رغم قسوة الدهر، من الصابرين

عطرك طيب كعطر الفل والياسمين

قرأت طالعك ثلاث مرات كاملين

وتأكدت أنك من المقهورين والمعذبين

©رنده ربحي حماده

(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
2010

Monday, November 01, 2010

Saturday, October 30, 2010

ابن الرومي في رثاء ابنه الأوسط - تكملة

لقد قل بين المهد واللحد لبثه

فلم ينس عهد المهد إذ ضم في اللحد


ألح عليه النزف حتى أحاله

إلى صفرة الجادي عن حمرة الورد


وظل على الأيدي تساقط نفسه

ويذوي كما يذوي القضيب من الرند


محمد ما شئ توهم سلوةً

لقلبي، إلا زاد قلبي من الوجد


أرى أخويك الباقيين كليهما

يكونان للأحزان أورى من الزند


إذا لعبا في ملعب لك لذعا

فؤادي بمثل النار من غير ما عمد


فما فيهما لي سلوة بل حزازة

يهيجانها دوني وأشقى بها وحدي



Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Centers

Jessi and Malory are alike: They are both nice. They both like to read novels and they are both good friends.

Jessi and Malory are different in that Jessi likes to dance and Malory likes to write novels. Jessi is an African American and Malory is white. Jessi comes from a small family while Malory comes from a large family.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5D
May 9, 1999

Sunday, October 24, 2010

عذرا أم كلثوم

عذرا أم كلثوم ، كوكب الشرق والغرب

الجميع من حولي يتطلع إلى ليلة من الطرب

تصدح فيها أغانيك بصوت نجمة العذب

أغانيك التي أطربتني و ملايين من العرب

واليوم لا مكان لها في قلبي المكسور المتعب

فكيف أطرب وابنتي رحلت إلى الرب

والدم ينزف من فؤادي الجريح المكتئب؟

تلك الأيام رحلت ولن ألقاها بالدرب

!فحبيبتي ذهبت قبلي، انه لأمر عجب

واصطحبت الشجو عندما قضت إلى النحب

"عودي وغني " سمر شمس مشرقة بالقلب

عودي واشدي " سمر شمس لن تغبِ

"تركت إرثا من الذكريات والحب
©رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
2010 جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة



Monday, October 18, 2010

Writing Center

I was watching T.V. when I heard a noise outside so I went out and I saw a dog. It was very weak and thirsty so I gave him some water and biscuits. Then I took him outside, but he came back in. The next day I took him to the vet and he was so scared that he ran out, then we took him back in and they put him for sale. Now from time to time I visit this poor dog.


Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5D
1998

Thursday, October 14, 2010

أفل بدري

دموعي لألئ عالقة على رمشي

وفاجعتي أحملها حين أقف و أمشي


لساني يناديك مع كل حرف بنطقي

معبرا عن شدة ألمي و كثرة شوقي


رأسي المهموم لا يستطع حمله كتفي

ولوعتي جلية ، لم يعد هنالك ما أخفي


نار البلية تحرق روحي و جسمي

والمصيبة أصبحت كنيتي واسمي


الدم في عروقي صارخ يسري

يناديك لتعودي وتفكي أسري


سجينة الحزن فقدت معك عمري

لا أحد يعوضني عنك يا سمري


إن فقدك قد كسرني وأشقاني يا ابنتي

وليس هنالك ما يخفف من لوعتي


كل خلية في جسدي عليك تبكي

وتتضرع إلى البارئ وتشكي


الأرق يرافقني حتى طلوع الفجر

.والراحة هجرتني بعد أن أفل بدري

©رنده ربحي حماده

جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة 2010
(أم سمر)



Tuesday, October 12, 2010

More from Gibran

Wear not the black of mourning
But rejoice with me in white rainment.
Speak not in sorrow of my going
But close your eyes and you shall see me among you,
Now and forever more.
Lay me down upon leafy boughs,
Raise me high upon shoulders,
Then lead me slowly to the wild places.
Khalil Gibran
A Tear and a smile

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Synopsis on Joseph Stalin

Joseph Stalin is viewed by some as the Russian savior, but he is also viewed as the definition of cruelty. An ironic turn of events happened as a result of the Bolshevik Revolution. The Russians were tired of Czar Nicholas’s absolute rule and a revolution was led against him. But, Joseph Stalin ruled as an absolute ruler for almost 30 years. Joseph Stalin is a name associated with totalitarian rule, for he was the absolute ruler. Anything and anyone in his way was immediately destroyed.


Despite his status as a leader, he came from humble beginnings. He was born to peasants in the province of Georgia. His father worked as a shoe maker, and his mother as a maid. He was not an exceptional student, for he was not an intellectual. But one thing for certain, he was a man of action. He adopted Stalin, “man of steel”, in 1912.

Stalin did not take part in the Bolshevik Revolution, but joined Lenin’s cause in 1919. Later, he rewrote history and said that he did take part in the Bolshevik Revolution. He did have a role in the Russian Civil War between 1918 and 1920. He was later appointed as Commissar of Nationalities. He remarried at the age of 30 after his first wife died.

In 1920 the Bolsheviks were victorious, but soon food became scarce. Some began to wonder about the food that Lenin promised. Bolsheviks eliminated religion in order to increase their control over the Russians. In 1922, Stalin was appointed the Party Secretariat. He soon began to appoint people that were loyal to him in order to maintain control. Lenin suffered a stroke and wrote in his will that he did not want Stalin to rule, Trotsky was the most favorable. Stalin acted quickly by forming an anti-Trotsky alliance, and an alliance with the conservatives. He became leader after Lenin’s death and Trotsky was driven into exile in 1927.

As leader, Stalin began his 5 year plans, and imposed collective farming. Kulaks, people against this idea, were punished or driven into exile. Food grew scarce in the collective farms, and as a result of the famine many turned to cannibalism. Stalin denied the famine.

Stalin used terror and propaganda to maintain power. He enforced gulags, or labor camps, in which people worked to death. He once said, ‘Death solves all problems. No man will result in no problems.’ When questioned about how long he will continue to kill people that were in his way he said, “As long as necessary”. He began to purge intellectuals. In 1936-1938 he began his “show trials”, in which he sent many Bolsheviks to trials. It was the ultimate psychological mind game, the Bolsheviks would confess to crimes they didn’t commit after long periods of torture. In 1940, Stalin sent one of his men to kill Trotsky in Mexico; Trotsky was killed with an ice pick. Stalin blamed his terror on an overzealous police force. Stalinist Russia was filled with propaganda posters, edited pictures, and basic control of sources of information. The Russians were indoctrinated by Stalinist policies.

Stalin’s wife knew of Stalin’s ruthless ways, and it is believed that she committed suicide. Some believe that Stalin killed her after an argument. Stalin had an alliance with Hitler during the beginning of WW1, but after the surprise German invasion of Russia, Stalin had no choice but to forge an alliance with the allies.
Samar Al-Ansari
Grade 11.5  

Monday, October 04, 2010

Please come back

Please come back
even if
for few moments,
I pray.

As a parent,
I took your life
for granted
and never imagined
that you’ll ever leave before me
even by one day.

With your departure,
not only had I lost a part of me
but many other losses
And now my old self
seems so faraway…

There aren’t any words
that can express how distraught
I am, or images that
can adequately portray
my yearning for you
and for the moments
we shared in sadness,
joy or play.

By going unexpectedly
away,
You gave me no chance
to tell you
all what I wanted to say.

I wish to apologize
if I ever caused you
any dismay
and also want you to know
that I think of you
night and day.

Even though,
you’re in my heart
and forever you’ll
stay,
I want you to
please come back
just for few moments
I pray.

Come back to hug me
and tell me
“Mother, I am okay”.
And for me to hold you
for a moment,
in my arms
and say all what
I need to say.

Or better,
come back to affirm
that your death
is just a hearsay
And that you
went on a trip
and that is why
you were away.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2010, Copyright©

Friday, October 01, 2010

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Silenced

Like sound in snow,
grief absorbs,
muffles life around us,
while pain darkens,
overshadows all
in clouds of sorrow.
by Genesse Bordeau Gentry, 2009 ,Copyright©
Catching the Light

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Friday, September 24, 2010

Monday, September 20, 2010

My Worst Habit

My worst habit is shaking my foot. Not only do I do it while I’m nervous, I do it constantly, I even do it before I go to sleep. As I was thinking, about my worst habit, I realized that I was shaking my right foot. I do it without realizing so most of the time. Unfortunately, I don’t think I can stop because I think this is something genetic, because my father has the same awful habit I have. They say that when you shake your foot you are nervous, but I’m doing it right now and I’m not the least bit nervous. Oh well, it gives me character.

Samar Al-Ansari 11.5

Sep. 24, ‘04

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man (pages 15-17)





Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C


Thursday, September 16, 2010

Wakaima and the Great Hanger Man (pages 13-14)




Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Don't Ask Me

“Remove her pictures
and to her grave don’t go.
Empty her room,
you’ll feel better, I know

Because as long as you cling
to every thing
sadness will always
at your door bell ring.”

Your words
are breaking my heart.
You want me to forget
what of me is a part?

Now my beloved
is closer to me than before
I keep her in my heart
and close the door

Leave me alone
in the way I handle my grief
My heartache
is severe beyond belief


The ultimate loss of a child
is so unique
It will never ease
but makes the parent weak

And the mother’s grief
so profound
It gets deeper and deeper
as the years go round

So please don’t ask me
not to do this or that
But give me a hug
and about her let’s chat

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2009, Copyright©
Summer Rays

Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
(www.samaralansari.com)

Monday, September 13, 2010

Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man (pages 11-12)


Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C

Friday, September 10, 2010

صلاة العيد

كنت بين جموع المصلين
وإلى جانبي يا ابنتي تقفين
ولرب العزة معي تسجدين
تسلمي على سيد المرسلين
.وبقدوم العيد إياي تهنئين
أتيت لأنك تريدي أن تؤكدين
بأنك معي أينما حللت تذهبين
وبما أفعل يا حبيبتي تشاركين
.ووحشة العيد دونك، تخففين
،رأيتك ملابس العيد ترتدين
وبأجمل الحلي يا ابنتي تتزينين
وشممت العطر الذي به تطيبين
فأحسست بك... يا أغلى الغاليين
وشعرت بتميزي عن الآخرين
فحبيبة قلبي ترافقني حتى
.وهي عند رب العالمين

©رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
2010

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

هدية من فريال الأعظمي في ذكرى سمر الأولى

Sunday, September 05, 2010

ليلة القدر

"أمي! ليلة القدر هلت اطلبي ما تشائين
ادع لي ولأخوتي ولباقي المحبين
التمسي الصبر لك والرحمة لي يا أغلى الغاليين
ادع فأبواب السماوات مفتوحة للقانطين
ربنا يسمع ويلبي دعاء الخاشعين
و يحقق الأماني للذين على صلاتهم مواظبين
"أمي! إن شاء الله سيحقق لك ما تتمنين

يا ابنتي! لا أريد إلا أن تكوني بالجنة تتمتعين
تحيط بك الورود و الأزهار و الرياحين
وأن تكوني من الذين هم على الأرائك متكئين
تجلسين بجوار الشهداء و الصديقين
كما أريد أن أضمك إلى صدري وأنا بعالم النائمين
نتحادث كما كنا نفعل عبر الأيام والسنين
و أن يحفظ لي أباك وأخاك وأختك والمقربين

أمي أنا في ديار رب العالمين"
في كنف الرحمن، أتمنى أن تطمأنين
"سأزورك في حلم دون أن تتوقعين
©رنده ربحي حماده
جميع الحقوق محفزظة للمؤلفة 2010
(أم سمر)

Saturday, September 04, 2010

Too Many Fours

Gulf Daily News Volume XXXIII NO 167, Sept 3,2010


Four years since you passed away
Samar 404
Four years
since you walked out the door.

Life went on mostly bitter
but at times sweet
Yet without you,
everything is incomplete.

Events do happen,
but I wish time to stand still,
I don’t want to move on.
I don’t have the will.

When I go to new places,
I shed a tear
As I don’t want to see
nor hear
what you can’t
my daughter, dear
hear or see
loud and clear.

You are with me
every minute of my day
Trying to lead me
and show me the way.

I sense your presence
in many different ways,
At times experience a touch,
or see a gaze.

It’s not enough! I want to go back
to when you were here,
When I can feel your touch
and hear your voice very near.

Nothing is the same
since you’ve gone
Everything changed,
even the moon and the sun.

My heart is weary
And it can’t anymore bear
to look at your empty room
and empty chair.

People tell me
“Pain wanes as time goes along”
What a myth!
Nothing can be more wrong.

So here I have
another anniversary to face
Oh, loving Samar,
I wish this day I can erase

It marks the fourth year
since you went away
Too many fours for me to handle,
no matter how much I pray.

May God help me
go through the many fours
And enable me to do
my different chores.

As for you,
my little one
It’s true you’ve left,
but for me never gone.

Randah Ribhi Hamadeh ©2010
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Monday, August 30, 2010

Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man (pages 9-10)



Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man (pages 7-8)


Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man (pages 5-6)



Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

You’ll Find Me

Mother, look around you,
you’ll find me…
When you look at the mirror,
you’ll find me…
In the faces of my siblings,
you’ll find me…
When you are with my friends,
you’ll find me…
In the empty seats,
you’ll find me…
When you watch the sunrise,
you’ll find me…
And as the sun sets,
you’ll find me…
As you look at the sea,
you’ll find me…
And in the desert sands,
you’ll find me…
With the beauty of flowers,
you’ll find me…
Mother, wherever you look,
you’ll find me.

Randah R. Hamadeh , Copyright©


Summer Rays, 2009


Sunday, August 22, 2010

Wakiama and the Coat Hanger Man (pages 3-4)



Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C

Friday, August 20, 2010

Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man (pages 1-2)



Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man (cover)

Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C

Saturday, August 14, 2010

For Those I Left Behind

For those of you I left behind
I know that I am in everyone's mind

You remember me in your own way
Every minute of the day

You remember me with each sunrise
And when the sun sets and the sky cries

Whenever you take a car ride
On the empty seat I sit and hide

And when you go to a place I like
I walk with you on my invisible bike

And when you eat my favorite food
It will boost up your low mood

Rest assured that I hear your prayer
You do not see me, but I am always there


Randah R. Hamadeh , Copyright©
Summer Rays, 2009, page 65
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

رمضان هل هلالك

هل رمضان ،الشهر الفضيل
حاملا معه الحنين
رغم مرور الأيام والسنين
.بصحبة الشجن و الأنين
!!أبحث عنك
فكنت بقدومه تفرحين
والأهل و الأصدقاء تهنئين
وكنت للسوق معي تذهبين
.أجمل الحاجات تشترين
...تقولين، "أمي
لا تنسي توقظيني للسحور
حين تستيقظين
ليس للأكل فقط كما تعلمين
لكن
."لأخشع وأصلي لرب العالمين

إلى المطبخ
كنت دوما تأتين
وتسألين
ماذا للإفطار اليوم تعدين ؟"
أهي الفطائر التي أحبها تحضرين؟
لقمة القاضي أمي ، لا تنسين
، أعديها
."معذرة لو كنت ستتعبين
والمعلقة من يدي تخطفين
تحركي الطعام وتساعدين
ثم عن موعد المسلسل تخبرين
.ولنشاهده معا تناشدين

بعد الإفطار،تسرعي وتصلين
ثم نشاهد البرامج الرمضانية مجتمعين
،الشاي والقهوة للجميع تصبين
وعند موعد صلاة التراويح تنادين
"هيا أمي ، أين عباءتك ،لا تتأخرين"

سأفتقدك... عندما
أعد الطعام وأنت معي لا تقفين
تغيبي عن الإفطار ونحن مجتمعين
أأكل من الطعام ما كنت تشتهين
أستمع إلى نداء المؤذنين
.أقف بين جموع المصلين
.قطعا سأفتقدك حبيبتي في كل حين
2010©رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

I Miss You

I cannot forget the look you had
You were so unhappy and sad
What is it that you wanted to say?
Tell me, dear daughter, I pray!

“Mother, I miss you isn't it clear?
I know although I am far and near
Yet I miss throwing myself into your arms
And receiving a kiss that always calms

Although I am happy here above
I want to be with the ones I love
I miss being with my friends
Enjoying every moment, until the day ends

I miss being with my sister and brother
Watching films and laughing with one another
I miss simple things like sipping tea
And watching the sunset by the sea

Do you know now why I was about to cry?
I wish mother I stayed and did not die
I wish that we can turn back in time
For these moments, I would have paid every dime”

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2009 Copyright©
Summer Rays, Page 29

Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

Sunday, August 01, 2010

Friday, July 30, 2010

Image Reflected on A Mirror

An experiment to test the properties of an image reflected by a mirror was preformed. The properties are as follows:

The image is a virtual image.
The image is upright.
The image is the same distance behind the mirror as the object is in front. In other words, v = u
Therefore, since v = u, the linear magnification=1.

Through the diagram on the next page, it is shown that a pin(P) was placed in front of a mirror, a relative surface. Two other pins, P1 and P2 were situated to appear collinear with the image of P from a certain angle. The same step was followed with P3 and P4.

In order to verify the properties of an image reflected by a mirror, both the distance of the image and the distance of the object, v and u respectively, were measured. u was measured to be 6.1 cm, while v was measured to be 6.2 cm.
In order to calculate the linear magnification, the following formula is used: m=v/u
Therefore m=6.2/6.1
m=0.98

The results of this particular experiment seem to have been quite accurate, in exception for the slight difference between the values of u and v. To calculate the relative percentage error, the following formula will be used:
Relative percentage error (observed m-actual m/actual m)*100
Therefore (0.98-1/1)*100=-2.0% error, meaning that error was found to be 2% less than the actual value.

Even though the rays appear to pass through the point P’, they do not as the image is virtual. It is also obvious that the image is upright. As indicated through the following page, this experiment portrays the law of reflection as the incident angle=reflected angle.

Thus it is quite clear that this experiment clearly exhibits the properties of an image formed by a plane mirror.
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 6

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Author unknown

Let not the sun too fiercely on you burn,

Not wayfaring star eclipse your lovely light;

And while the clouds cover you from my sight,

May my love lay on you like thistledown.

Author unknown

Saturday, July 24, 2010

أيتها الأيام

أيتها الأيام، لماذا علي تقسي؟
أين سعادتي؟ أين أمسي؟
أخذت فلذة قلبي و تاج رأسي
.قمر نهاري وبالليل شمسي
بوشاح الحزن شئت حياتي تكسي
.بت أناظر المرآة ولا أعرف نفسي
ندبة الفقد على وجهي تعبر عن بأسي
.وعيوني دفن بريقها ولازمها يأسي
لماذا أسقيتني العلقم وملأت به كأسي؟

رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2010

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Masques

In idle conversation
you ask me about
my children.
You are an acquaintance.
I do not know you well
and so I don a masque,
I speak happily of joys,
light-heartedly of mischief,
but I do not speak
of death.

I do not want to see
the shadow of uncertainty
pass your face.
And feel the
awkward silence that falls
like a curtain between us.
I do not want to say,
"It's okay, that was
long time ago."
It will never be quite" okay"
and sometimes it seems
like yesterday.

And so I take my masque
along with me through life
like a perpetual Halloween night,
to hide just a bit from people
and to preserve my strength.
For mourning is tiring
and each time I recount
that day of death
I am a little wearied.
I would much rather speak
of the joys of his life
than the sorrows of his death,
to strangers
who absently ask
of children.

Yet tragedy is more universal
than ever I had known
before it touched my life.
And so at times I wonder
who else looks out from behind
a masque.

By Karen Nelson

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

My Most Dear

I know you recognize me,
my most dear
When I whisper “I love you”
in your ear
In a soundless voice
that you can hear
And when I wipe from your face
every tear
And steal a kiss so warm
and sincere
To others, I am gone
it might appear
But for you,
to your heart and mind I adhere
Mother, my physical absence
do not fear
I am always with you,
I did not disappear
Although I am very far,
yet I am so near

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2009, Copyright©
Summer Rays, page 85

Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari

Monday, July 12, 2010

Untitled

I hate it when people criticize, don’t you? Yesterday it wasn’t about criticism; it is about hearing that I was a bad artist from my own teacher. Yes, it hurts. I know I’m not fabulous at art but it kind of hurts to hear from your teacher that I don’t draw well. She didn’t say it in that way exactly; she said I’m only going to choose good artists to do the pot. She chose my friend and my friend asked about me but she said oh, maybe X. She didn’t choose my other friend either. That is how I feel like she likes my other friend more. I’ve been realizing that since a long time. Once I was working on a jar and actually I didn’t start it yet so I wanted the teacher to draw it for me. I kept on saying it over and over again. But she just went to my friend. That sucks, that really does and I hate it!
I like my teacher but she should treat everyone the same way not differently. Maybe I’m over exaggerating but I’m the type of person who gets hurt easily.
Well maybe I should not mind what the Miss thinks.
Samar Al Ansari
2000-2001

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Selected Vocabulary Homework (2)

Accomplishments: I hope to look down at my accomplishments and be proud.
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 6A
5/9/1999

Wednesday, July 07, 2010

Selected Vocabulary Homework (1)

Opportunity: I am lucky because I had the opportunity to see my cousins from America twice this year.
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 6A
5/9/1999

Sunday, July 04, 2010

كيف ؟

كيف لي أن أفرح وسمر تحت التراب
أو أتسامر وأضحك مع الأتراب
وأطرب لأغنية هند أو رباب
بعد غياب فلذة كبدي أيها الأحباب؟
أظلمت دنياي ففاق سوداها لون الغراب
منذ رحيل حبيبتي، زينة الشباب
كيف يمضي الزمن و يدور كالدولاب؟
وكيف تستمر الحياة ووجه الغالية غاب؟
خجلا للفرح أن يأتي وأنا بهذا العذاب
.ليرحل، طالما الدموع سكنت الأهداب
2010 © رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Sunday, June 27, 2010

A poem by an unknown author

Lend me your hope for a while,
I seem to have mislaid mine.
Lost and hopeless feelings accompany me daily,
Pain and confusion are my companions.
I know not where to turn;
Looking ahead to future time does not bring forth images of renewed hope.
I see troubled times,pain- filled days,and more tragedy.

Lend me your hope for a while,
I seem to have mislaid mine.
Hold my hand and hug me;
Listen to my ramblings;recovery seems so far distant.
The road to healing seems like a long and lonely one.

Lend me your hope for a while,
I seem to have mislaid mine.
Stand by me,offer me your presence,your heart and your love.
Acknowledge my pain, it is so real and ever present.
I am overwhelmed with sad and conflicting thoughts.

Lend me your hope for a while,
A time will come when I will heal.
And I will share my renewal,hope and love with others.

Author unknown

Thursday, June 24, 2010

I’m So Sorry

Beloved Mother,
I’m so sorry
I left you without a good-bye
in a hurry.
Few hours later,
you had a child to bury
and made preparations
for the obituary.
I left you
with a huge burden to carry.
I had to swiftly go,
it was involuntary.
You couldn’t have stopped it,
you needn’t worry.
My day had come.
Mother, I’m so sorry.

Randah R. Hamadeh© 2009 Copyright
Summer Rays
In Loving Memory of My Daughter,
Samar Al Ansari

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Summer Rays

Now Available at Jashanmals Bookstores, Bahrain

Note: The proceeds will go to charity in SAMAR's name

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Our Kitchen


This is a diagram of our Kitchen. Ways in which my kitchen could be more efficient is if the things were closer together. Also if rhe fridge was beside the oven,but I see my kitchen as pretty efficient,and I wouldn't change a thing.
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 8A

Monday, June 14, 2010

عذرا أمي

عذرا أمي لأنني أبكيتك
ومن الفرح والسعادة حرمتك
وبالأسى والحزن العميق أغرقتك
ومن الهم الكثير حملتك
أمي لو كان بيدي لما أشقيتك
.بل بأكاليل الفرح توجتك
عذرا أمي إذا تكلمت وما سمعتك
وإن سألتيني سؤالا وما أجبتك
أو طلبت مشاركتي و ما شاركتك
أو قصرت بشيء وبعيدك ما هديتك
أو بكيت وبدموعي حرقتك
عذرا يا ابنتي
رغم إنني للحياة أهلتك
لكن عن تحمل قسوتها ما حضرتك
ولفقد ابنتك ما أعددتك
لو كان بيدي لحياتي وهبتك
.ومن العذاب أنقذتك

2010©رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Comparative Commentary

Text A, an article from HIGH, Mountain Sports magazine, and the poem “Breathless” by Wilfred Noyce both deal with the same experience, mountain climbing. Their themes, general statements on human nature or experience, are similar with minor differences. Although they share a common topic and their themes have a high degree of similarity, they have many differences. Since Text A was found in a sport’s magazine, its key audience was people interested in sports, specifically those interested in extreme sports. As for “Breathless”, it has no specific audience due to the poem’s metaphorical level. Long sentences and long paragraphs with a variation of short to long sentences were used in Text A. Short sentences, often composed of two words, were used in “Breathless” due to the strength and richness of the diction. Both are written in informal register in order to personalize the article or poem to the reader. They used different literary techniques for the same purpose, conveying their theme. The distinct differences in their themes was what led to the poet and journalist to turn to different techniques. The message both of them were sending to the audience was not completely the same, and thus they had to send their messages using effective techniques. Techniques such as imagery, diction, structure, register, and the creation of atmosphere were all ways in which theme was conveyed. The tones of the two writings are very different, the author of Text A wrote with a very passionate tone, while the poet wrote with a very pessimistic tone. “Breathless” was more effective than Text A in terms of conveying theme due to the empathy it created within the reader.

Both authors address the concept of determination in their themes. Text A says that in order to experience the captivating beauty of nature you must be able to endure the hardships that come along with it; thus you must have qualities that make you enduring such as determination, “Summits such as Cook have irresistible climbing appeal but are unnerving in reality.” Text B, on the other hand, talks about the importance of self motivation and determination when aiming for something. Both themes acknowledge that the goal is only part of the experience. Although the speaker in the first text is very passionate about the beauty of nature and the experience itself, he recognizes that reaching the summit was only part of the experience, “Rather than giving satisfaction, they reinforce the sense of urgency that is essential in mountaineering. There was still much to do. Celebrations would have to wait.” Acknowledging that the goal is only part of the experience is one of the enduring qualities that a mountain climber must have, thus in relation to the theme, if you want to experience the beauty of nature you must acknowledge the fact that reaching the summit is only part of the journey. The speaker in Text B also realizes that the reaching the top is only part of the journey. He is struggling throughout his climb to the top, “One step, one heart-beat, stone no nearer, dragging feet.” His emphasis on the struggle of the climb to the top makes it exceptionally clear to the reader that the experience of mountain climbing is composed of multiple journeys. In spite the struggle of the first journey, the speaker in text b managed to go on through determination and self motivation. Self motivation is associated with the interior monologue, thus the interior monologue plays a role in conveying theme; “don’t look up.” Text A includes the beauty of nature in its theme, and not everyone is familiar with the specific beauty of nature in the article, thus the theme is not as effective as it could be. Text B on the other hand, focuses on the feelings of the speaker and thus the reader is able to understand what he is going through, and come to a better understanding of the theme. Although both themes are very similar, the theme of the poem is more easily understood due to the familiarity of the reader with the situation the speaker is in.

Quite an extensive amount of imagery is used throughout both writings. The use of imagery is used to strengthen the understanding of the theme to the readers. A significant amount of visual imagery is included in Text A. The visual imagery was created through the extensive use of adjectives of positive connotation and figurative language such as metaphors and personification. By creating beautiful images in the reader’s mind, the author strengthens his theme which talks about experiencing the beauty of nature. Text A does not have a focus on the drawbacks of mountain climbing as Text B does, thus the author has a more positive outlook on the subject itself. Words of positive connotation are used to describe the view the speaker sees and thus the reader is not discouraged from mountain climbing, and is able to identify with the theme because he/she can picture the captivating beauty of nature, “The Tasman Sea was hidden by a low blanket of white cloud”. Metaphors are also used to beautify nature and it helps the reader identify objects he is familiar with and nature, “The mountains were black silhouettes against the brightening sky”. Through personification the author makes nature seem larger than life, “Once over the summit rocks, the sun climbed higher and we daubed our faces with sunscreen”. Tactile imagery is used in Text B in order to create an emphasis on the struggle of the climb towards the top. The imagery used is so effective that the reader feels that he is going through what the climber is going through, and thus empathy is created. The repetition of the struggle to breathe makes you feel like you are also struggling to breathe, “Lungs pant, dry air, sorry scant.” The reader comes to a complete understanding of the struggle of the climb, and since words of negative connotation are used, the reader is discouraged into mountain climbing. There is also a degree of visual imagery used, in the sense that you can picture the speaker, an exhausted, lonely person who finds every step forward a struggle. The tactile imagery helps to formulate the visual image of the speaker. Through familiarizing the reader with the feelings the speaker is feeling, the reader was able to picture the speaker. The tactile imagery used in the poem is the greatest factor in the creation of empathy. Through the imagery, the reader felt what the speaker felt, and mentally put himself in the speaker’s situation. By being in the speaker’s situation you are able to understand the theme to its fullest. The imagery of Text A on the other hand, focuses on the beauty of nature and the reader can not familiarize with that as much as he can with the feelings of the speaker in “Breathless”.

The purpose of both authors was to convey the theme. Text A was found in a Mountain Sports Magazine, thus it was inferred that the author wanted to directly tell people that mountain climbing is a beautiful experience, but a hard one, and the person has to be up to it. The fact that it was in a mountain sports magazine implies that the reader takes the sport seriously, thus the author wanted to say that it is a serious task that requires determination. The author successfully achieved his purpose through imagery, diction, and the end of the article (“There was still so much to do. Celebrations would have to wait”). The diction used helped add to the calm, pleasant mood which is directly related to the theme. The theme of Text B was conveyed through the tactile imagery, diction, repetition, and diction. The repetition at the end of the poem, “heart aches, lungs pant, dry air, sorry scant” was used to emphasize the fact that when you reach the top you have to repeat the journey over again; reaching the summit is only a part of the experience. Through tactile imagery, the author was able to relate to the reader more effectively, and thus the purpose of the poet was achieved much more effectively than the article.

The atmospheres in the two texts are completely different than one another. In simple terms, Text A could be describes as light, and Text B as dark. The first text seems to have a calm, peaceful atmosphere, while the other text seems to have a unnerving, depressing, and frustrating atmosphere. The visual imagery in the first text greatly helps establish the peaceful atmosphere, “The snow beneath broke and crunched like shards of glass.” Glass breaking is usually not associated with positive atmospheres, but the comparison of the glass breaking to the snow breaking creates a beautiful mental image that calms the reader. Also, the positive diction used greatly contributes to the positive atmosphere. Finally, you do not feel that the speaker himself is nervous or tired, he seems calm and is experiencing the beauty of nature to its fullest. The tactile imagery in Text B adds to the atmosphere. By feeling what the speaker is feeling, you can have a vivid sense of what the atmosphere is like, it is depressing, unnerving, and somewhat frightening, “Grind breath, once more then on.” The reader can imagine himself in the position of the author and thus can familiarize with the atmosphere. The words of negative connotation greatly contribute to the negative atmosphere, “dry air”. The atmospheres of both texts can be linked to the themes, the author of Text A created a positive atmosphere in order to emphasize on the beauty of nature, while the author of Text B created a negative atmosphere in order to emphasize on the struggle of the climb. The atmosphere of the poem is more familiar to the reader than the paradise like atmosphere of the article. The poem’s atmosphere is more real to the reader, and that is why he can relate to it better, thus creating a better understanding of the theme.

The theme of “Breathless”, although very similar to the article was conveyed more effectively due to its empathetic appeal. It’s empathetic appeal was greatly created through the tactile imagery and the atmosphere established in the poem. The poem was more real to the reader, and thus its theme was understood better than the article. The article’s use of extensive visual imagery established an atmosphere that was not very real to the reader, and thus the reader could not identify with the main point of the theme (the summit is only part of the experience), as easily as it could with the poem. The visual imagery and words of positive connotation led to a focus on the natural aspect of the theme, and not the important message in it. The author of the article included it in the end of the article possibly for effect, but due to the visual imagery the reader was distracted from the main point. But with the poem, the reader is the speaker, and the theme is a lesson the reader can identify with.
Samar Al-Ansari
Feb. 8, ‘05

Thursday, June 03, 2010

It’s So Unfair

I don’t think that it’s fair
To celebrate my birthday
while you’re not there
From life
I already had my own share
I wish, my darling, that yours
I was able to spare
To fulfil your dreams
Some of which I’m aware
What cake should I have?
What dress should I wear?
They make no sense now
As sadness fills the air
How can I survive another year?
I don’t know, I swear
With a broken heart
And your empty chair
Everything around me
Is beyond repair
Sorrow and I
Are now a pair
Life truly is so unfair!

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2009, Copyright©
Summer Rays

Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Samar Al Ansari Athletic Award


The criteria for winning the award:


  1. To be skillful in sports,

  2. To have a high sense of commitment and responsiblity,

  3. To demonstrate leadership qualities,

  4. To be cooperative and supportive of her team members.

Every year we present an award in the memory of Samar Al-Ansari to encourage the girls to play football just like Samar used to do. I was not one of the lucky ones who met Samar, but I feel like I have known her from what all other teachers said about her. Samar's passion was football among other sports. She is a role model to our girls because of her dedication and commitment towards her game that she loved the most. Samar believed that life, like football, is a game of inches. An inch can make the difference between victory and defeat. And if you want to succeed in football or life, you have to fight for every inch. Never take anything for granted. Always keep fighting, even when everything seems stacked against you.This year the award goes to Leen Sheriff.


Presented by:


Mario Ishaq


PE Director,IKNS

Monday, May 31, 2010

Ibn Khuldoon School Honours Top Pupils

Samar Al Ansari's Economics 2010 Award
given to Abdulla Mahmood

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Samar Al Ansari's 2010 Economics Award

A Chinese proverb states, “Kindness in words creates confidence, kindness in thinking creates profoundness, kindness in feeling creates love.” Indeed, Samar Al Ansari was a kind person - a confident student who was very helpful, and friendly. Many of you here might not have known her personally; Samar was part of the IKNS community since KG1 and all the way through to her graduation in 2006. Samar is also remembered for her well-rounded personality as she excelled in her academics and managed to be a good athlete. In her memory, and in tribute to her outstanding efforts and performance in school, her parents have established annual prizes to graduating students who have excelled in the two areas which she had most passion for, Economics and Physical Education. In Economics, Samar was outstanding in her ability to view economic theories in a different perspective. She looked at everything with a critical and analytical mind and questioned everything; and that is particularly what made her a distinguished student. As a tribute to Samar, who was a member of the Honor Society, and to honor her memory, the Economics prize is awarded each year to a student who excels in the following criteria:

Criterion 1: Application and analysis of Economic concepts and theories.
Criterion 2: Evaluation; Assessment of the student’s ability to evaluate economic concepts and theories in the context of real-world examples.

In 2007, the Samar Al Ansari Economics Award was presented to Subah Bu-Ali, in 2008 to Tariq Noor, in 2009 to Nouf Mattar and this year, the Samar Al Ansari Economics award is presented to Abdulla Mahmoud‘s articulation and clear writing as well as his analytical abilities and critical thinking skills made him the most eligible candidate among 23 students taking economics in 2009-10.

I have the pleasure to invite Dr. Randah Hamadah, Samar’s mother, to present the Samar Al Ansari’s Award in Economics to Abdulla Mahmoud.

By Bedoor Mulla
II IB , Honor Society Member
IKNS


Friday, May 28, 2010

Broken Chain

We little knew that day that God

Was going to call your name.

In life we loved you dearly,

In death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you,

You did not go alone;

For part of us went with you,

The day God called you home.

You left us peaceful memories,

Your love is still our guide,

And though we can not see you

You are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken

And nothing seems the same:

But as God calls us one by one,

The chain will link again.

By Ron Tranmer

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Men at Forby

Girls at sixteen
Learn to turn quickly
the knobs of the doors that will soon be
forgotten

At rest on their beds
they feel their world
changing like the four seasons
though the change is not as subtle

And deep in mirrors
they discover
the face of a girl
trapped in a woman’s body

And the face of that girl
who is trying to desperately emerge
they are more women than they are girls
Something is missing, something

That is like the beautiful clatter
Of their tiny teacups
Filling their hearts with hope
At their weekly tea parties as a girl

Samar Al-Ansari
Grade 11.5

Monday, May 24, 2010

Little Bo Peep

I closed my eyes
trying to get some sleep
Unsuccessful
even after I counted all the sheep
And after going over
the memories I treasure and keep
So I held my beloved's picture
and started to weep
Oh pain!
you have grown inside me so deep
The path of grief is long and steep
Where is the future
that she was supposed to reap?
Oh longing for my daughter
every moment,you creep
And keep me awake
when the world around me is asleep
Oh Lord, let me doze
and have a glimpse of her or a peep
in a dream as when
she happily drove the jeep
Or when she was running
on hearing her phone beep
Or when she was a child
and I sang for her "Little Bo Peep"
For without a glance of her
I can no longer this life upkeep

Randah Ribhi Hamadeh,Copyright
Summer Rays,2009
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

Sunday, May 16, 2010

My Great Escape

Not long time ago there was a big, fat, and mean bully. That bully would bully me everyday. So one time I decided to stand up for myself, so I went to him and said,” I’m not going to let you bully me anymore!” He got really mad and started chasing me. He chased me into the girls’ bathroom and I locked the door but it wouldn’t open. So he left. After half an hour I tried opening the lock but it fell off! I started shouting and shouting ,”Help, Help!”
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5D
16/1/1999

Thursday, May 13, 2010

أمي أعلم أنك تذكريني

،أمي
مع كل شروق شمس
...تذكريني
،ومع كل غروب
...تناجيني
،وعندما تتلألأ النجوم في السماء
...تحصيني
،ومع كل خطوة تخطيها
...تصطحبيني
،ومن خلال كل منظر تشاهديه
...تريني
،وحين يغلبك الحنين
...تناديني
،أسمعك أمي، أسمعك
...صدقيني
من ينطق اسمي أكثر منك؟
...أخبريني
من يريد أن يشركني في كل شيء
كما تشاركيني؟
أسكن في قلبك، أفضل مكان به
...تخبئيني
حيث لا أموت بل أحيا
...يا أعز المحبين
قلبك الدافئ الذي من الموت
...يحميني
قلبك الذي بكل ضربة من ضرباته
...يحيني
،أمي
اشتقت إليك وكم أود أن
...تحضنيني
ليتني أخرج من قلبك لحظة
...أقبلك و تقبليني
أمسح دموعك التي بها
...تعذبيني
جفت دموع الجميع إلا دموعك
...لا زالت تبكيني
،أمي
،عن رحيلي المفاجئ
...سامحيني
رحل جسدي ولكن روحي تسكن
.حيث تسكنين

2010 © رنده ربحي حماده
أم سمر
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Heart Remembers

Just at sunset
Does your busy day
Suddenly fall silent
And remember?
Does the rising night
Make you ready
For seeing that face again,
Feeling that touch?
Let the sunset
Do its magic.
Invite the rising night
To cast its dream.
Have we not sead
A thousand times and more
That we are richest
When the heart remembers?
Sascha Wagner,TCF

Friday, May 07, 2010

Humans: Friends or Foes?

Do animals have the right to live a free and natural life or are human needs more important?
I think animals should have the right to live a free and natural life and I think animals lives are more important than our needs and I think we should learn how to share the world together.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5D
5 November1998

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

I Look for You

I look for you all around and find you
Everywhere, in every corner, in every place
We had memories to share. I look for you
Yet my heart tells me Stop searching,
You and your beloved daughter are now a pair
Your love and faith keep her alive. Close your eyes
And you will see her beautiful smile and black hair
And you will smell her special fragrant scent in the air

She is an angel needed in heaven to look after you and care


Randah R. Hamadeh©, 2009, Copyright
Summer Rays
In Loving Memory of My Daughter,Samar Al Ansari

Saturday, May 01, 2010

Thursday, April 29, 2010

فقدت اثنين

بفقدانك أبي أكون فقدت اثنين
من أغلى الأعزاء المقربين
فقدت سمر الصبية حلوة الحلوين
غصن من أغصاني الثلاثة اليانعين
رحلت حبيبتي دون سن العشرين
وأنت سندي وصديقي الأمين
إرثي وأصل جذوري المتين
ولسمر جدها وأغلى الغاليين
والأول من أحبائها القادمين
لتؤنسها وترعاها حتى يوم الدين
حتى نجتمع بمشيئة رب العالمين
رحمكما ربي ورب المسلمين

2010©رنده ربحي حماده

أم سمر
جميع حقوق الطبع محفوظة

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

I Wish I Was a Dentist!!!

I wish I was a dentist because whenever I have a toothache I try to look at it but I can’t see and I can see the patients’ toothaches. I wish I was a dentist so I can help people everywhere who are in pain. I wish I was a dentist so I can use all the different instruments they use. I wish I was a dentist so I can wear white gloves and a white coat to make me look sophisticated and mature. Well that’s what I wish I was but probably when I grow older I will change my mind.
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5D
15/12/1998

Saturday, April 24, 2010

A Mother’s Grief

“In time, dear, your wound will heal
And you’ll observe changes in how you feel
Your suffering will lessen a great deal“
Words said to comfort but so unreal

Words that bring tears to a mother’s eyes
She is hurt but they don’t realize
What the loss of a child does even to the wise
A part of her is gone when a child dies.

Bereaved mothers are unique in their grief
Their bereavement is for life, not short and brief
Lamenting a child is endless, without any relief
Believe me, they aren’t in denial or disbelief

Accept their sorrow and endless pain
Their ultimate loss is of no return
Thank God they survived it and are still sane
Allow them to grieve without any restraint

Acknowledge that a mother’s heart will never heal
Understand what she goes through and feel
Try to be less demanding of her is my appeal
And don’t ask her to bury her sorrow and conceal

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2009, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter

Samar Ahmed Al Ansari

Monday, April 19, 2010

كانت شاهينة تملك نظرية خاصة عن الصور.فالصورة تموت إذا لم نسقها ماء. كانت تمسح الغبار عن زجاجة صورة أبي بخرقة مبلولة، وتضع تحتها إناء مليئا بالزهور والأعشاب الطيبة الرائحة. تقول إن الصورة تعيش بالماء والرائحة الطيبة .تقطف الحبق والورد الجوري وتضعها في المزهرية تحت الصورة،تنحني على الصورة بخرقة مبلولة ،وتحكي مع ابنها
مقتطفات من باب الشمس
الياس خوري

Saturday, April 17, 2010

A Tall Tale

There was a group of friends that were going to summer camp. They reached and it was such a bad summer camp that they were the only kids there! The instructor there told them they had to share a very squishy tent together. They broke the tent because it couldn’t fit them all. After a couple of minutes a bear came and ate all their food and tore all their clothes and tents. Then it started to pour rain and they didn’t have any dry clothes! So they decided to look for civilization. They saw a cave and they stayed there for 3 days . After the 3 days policemen came to rescue them. Then the kids sued the camp.
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5D
21/12/1998

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

ليلة العمر

ها هم كلهم مجتمعين
أتموا عقد القران، فرحين
بمستقبل رائع، حالمين
ليتك يا ابنتي بينهم تقفين
وأحلى ثوب زفاف تلبسين
لكنت أجملهم بشهادة الحاضرين
بدر البدور الأضواء تسرقين
.شمس بأشعة الفرح تتلألئين
ليتك يا ابنتي تمهلت حتى تزفين
كي أراك حبيبتي، عروسا تختالين
وعلى أنغام الموسيقى ترقصين
ليتك تمهلت حتى ليلة العمر تعيشين
وأجمل ليلة من لبالي عمرك تشهدين
لاحتفلنا حتى مطلع الفجر بك مسرورين
بأن مشوارك مع نصفك الآخر ستبدئين
،لماذا لم تتمهلي حبيبتي؟ ذهبت تهرولين
.تاركة أحلامنا يا أغلى الغاليين

أمي كفاك شقاء! وكفى الزمن تعاتبين"
إن شاء الله بأخوتي قريبا ستفرحين
ودموع الفرح بدلا من الحزن ستذرفين
حينها سأقف بجانبك أستقبل جميع المهنئين
"والفرحة لا تسعك ومن قلبك تبتسمين
©رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة 2010

Monday, April 12, 2010

Bring My Child Back to Me

Whisper,whisper,wind in the woods,
Bring back my child,here where he stood,
Let him laugh,let him shout,let him giggle with glee,
Wind in the woods, bring my child back to me.

Silence of morning, dew on the grass,
Give me peace in my soul,let this time pass,
Let my child sit beside me,let the two of us be,
Silence of morning, bring my child back to me.

Middle of night,so dark and so still,
Let me relax and remember at will,
Let my child in my thoughts drift forever to see,
Middle of night, bring my child back to me.

Sunrise and sunset,beginning and end,
Give me a day with my child,my friend,
We'll run on the beach, we'll play in the sea,
Sunrise,sunset,bring my child back to me.

Memories,memories here in my head,
Don't ever leave me,even though my child's dead,
Keep him alive,keep him strong,keep him free,
Memories of mine,bring my child back to me.
By Barbara Petterson

Friday, April 09, 2010

Soviet Invasion of Afghanistan

Causes:
· Leftist government set up in Afghanistan in 1979 with Mohammad Taraki as prime minister.
· His reforms and secular style of government infuriated Afghani Islamists.
· War broke out between Taraki’s government and Islamic militants.
· Taraki looked to the Soviet Union for support.
· War reached an acute stage when Taraki was assassinated in 1979.
· By the end of 1979, Islamic militants controlled most of the country side.
· Hazfullah Amin became prime minister and launched a campaign of terror on his opponents.
· Thousands of Afghanis began to join the Mujahadeen-a guerilla force on a holy mission for Allah.
· Soviet Union feared that Amin could win the war against the Mujahadeen, and because of Afghanistan’s strategic location they believed it was in their best interest to invade Afghanistan and fight the Mujahedeen.
Events:
· Soviet Union invades Afghanistan-Dec. 25, 1979.
· Amin was assassinated on Dec 27 by the Soviets.
· Soviets replaced Amin with Babrak Kamal.
· War continued to be fought between Mujahadeen and the Soviets. In spite of the Soviet’s advanced weapons, they lacked the experience the Mujahadeen forces had with the mountainous terrain.
· In 1980, the UN condemned the Soviet Invasion but a Security Council motion calling for the withdrawal of Soviet troops from Afghanistan was vetoed by the Soviet Union.
· U.S. President Carter blocked all exports of grains to the SU, he also ended the SALT Talks being held.
· U.S. boycotted Olympic Games in Moscow in July 1980.
· U.S. began to give aid to the Mujahadeen indirectly through Pakistan.
· Reagan increased aid to Mujahadeen in 1981 providing them with Stinger missles.
· Towards the end of the 1980s, Saudi Arabia, Iran, and China began to give aid to Mujadeen forces.
· Gorbachev pulled Russians out of Afghanistand under the terms of the 1988 agreement.
· Mujahadeen at war with itself due to emergence of Taliban.

Samar Al Ansari
12 IB

Sunday, April 04, 2010

My Birthday

My birthday is today
Be happy Mother, meditate and pray

Although I am in heaven above
I continue receiving your gifts of love.

Remember all the birthdays I had
And how much you made me always glad

Today you should be very proud,
For I am still around

I accomplished on earth what I had to do
All that I did well is because of you.

Though my life was short and brief
I left a lot for you to find relief.

So beloved Mother, please don’t cry
In death, we have no say and can’t ask why

You and I are now one
You are my voice since I’m gone

Today, my candles you should blow
With a smile even as your tears flow

Put flowers next to my photo frame
Hug me and whisper my name

Give my brother and sister each a kiss
Oh how much their company I miss!

And in my name, a present donate
To someone who has an empty plate

This will surely be my gift
That will also give you a lift

Written in Loving Memory of my daughter,
SAMAR Ahmed Al Ansari
on her birthday

Randah R. Hamadeh©2010, Copyright

Thursday, April 01, 2010