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The demonstration was held in front of the Israeli embassy in London, where the protesters waved placards, banners and flags bearing slogans such as ‘End the Siege in Gaza’ and ‘Free Palestine’.

Meanwhile British Riot police clashed with demonstrators as many of them attempted to climb the gate towards the Israeli Embassy, and some reportedly left the scene with bloody faces.

Similar protests were held Sunday in many other places in the world.

Outstanding British anti-war politicians, such as former Labor MP Tony Benn or MP George Galloway were seen Sunday in the demonstration.

“We should treat Israel as we treated South Africa during apartheid. They should be shunned,” Galloway said after the protest.

The protest organizers said similar events would continue on Monday.



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Da’wah Information


For Kids

The Bluest Flower…

Posted: May 14, 2008 in family
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I ran into a stranger as he passed by “oh excuse me please” He said “Please excuse me too, I wasn’t watching for you.”

We were very polite, this stranger and I.

We went on our way and we said good-bye.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.

“Move out of the way,” I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.

I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.

While I lay awake in bed, God’s still small voice came to me and said, “While dealing with a stranger common courtesy you use, but the family you love, you seem to abuse. Go and look on the kitchen floor, you’ll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you.

He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise; you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.

By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by his bed.

“Wake up, little one, wake up,” I said “Are these the flowers you picked for me?

He smiled,” I found’ em, out by the tree. I picked’ em because they’re pretty like you. I knew you’d like’ em, especially the blue.”

I said,” Son, I’m very sorry for the way I ached today, I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.” He said,” Oh, Mom, that’s okay. I love you any way.” I said,” Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.”

The man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door.

Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure, what is it?” replied the man.

“Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?”

“That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.

“I just want to know. Please tell me, “how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.

“If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour.”

“Oh,” the little boy replied, head bowed.

Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I borrow $10.00 please?”

The father was furious. “If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you’re being so selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don’t have time for such childish games.” The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy’s questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money.

After an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00, and he really didn’t ask for money very often.

The man went to the Door of the little boy’s room and opened the door. “Are you asleep son?” he asked.

“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It’s been a long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here’s that $10.00 you asked for.”

The little boy sat straight up, beaming. “Oh, thank you daddy!” he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills. The man, since the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man.

“Why did you want more money if you already had some?” the father grumbled.

“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.

“Daddy, I have $20.00 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?”