مجلة صور واخبار الاسبوعيه رئيس التحرير جعفر الخابوري

An old man.. enters the hall in the Faculty of Arts on the first day of work. The students stopped thinking that he was the doctor. But he took a place among his fellow students
After the end of the lecture, the students gathered around him asking questions, and he said to them:
I am a cobbler working to repair shoes. I have seven children who are doctors and engineers, a son of an officer and a daughter of a pharmacist.
In one of the family evenings, my children were talking about a scientific topic. So I intervened in the conversation participating.. One of my sons said to me: Dad, don't be held responsible, we are talking about a scientific topic, and you don't know about it, Your Honor.
I was saddened by my son's answer, but I did not answer. The next day I went..and bought ninth grade curriculum books. And I started studying in the shop without anyone knowing, and I took the exam and passed, and also without anyone knowing.
Then I bought baccalaureate books and put them in the store. And I studied it for three years until I was allowed to take the exam. And I applied and succeeded, and no one in my house knows that. Today I started the university stage, and God willing, I will invite my children after graduation to tell them: This is a testimony that may allow the cobbler who raised you, taught you and your husband to ((share the hadith with you))...!!!

God does not do foolish Taakhzna including us...
Allah is my suffice, and the best deputy
Nabd Al-Shaab weekly newspaper, editor-in-chief, Jaafar Al-Khabouri

A strange contradiction in the Palestinian scene, and a strange image that is neither understood nor justified, but rather condemned and denounced, painful and sad, disgraceful and disgraceful, while our people depict the patient people stationed, clutching embers, and burned by the fire of the enemy, and steadfast in the homeland, and rooted in the land, and clinging to rights, resisting with a knife. And the stone, and the weapons that they buy with the food of their children, and they strive to obtain it with the most precious thing they possess and the most precious things they save, in order to fight with the enemy and confront him, and repel him and return him, so they kill and be killed, and they hurt and suffer, and they suffer from him and are martyred, and with them are the prisoners and detainees, who suffer from the shackles of imprisonment and the humiliation of the jailer, but they resist. With their steadfastness and steadfastness, they fight with their equipment and intestines, and force the enemy to submit to them and accept their conditions.

These people, along with many of the Palestinian people in refugee camps and the diaspora, paint the most beautiful picture of a resistant, fighting people, patient, patient, generous, self-sacrificing, steadfast, stubborn, bold, courageous, and an intrepid adventurer, who does not care about the enemy or fear him, and does not shy away from fighting him and standing up to him, challenging his legions. He repulses his convoys, repulses his patrols, thwarts his groups, raises his voice loudly in his face, and records on the ground, through the resistance of his sons, the greatest heroic epics that the resistance fighters imitate, imitate, imitate and add, and do similar ones without being afraid. The enemy fears them and worries, complains about them and suffers, and tries to eliminate them but fails. He claims victory over them and lies.
Jaafar Abdul Karim Al Khabouri