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Rifts in the Face of Tragedy

(By Avital Chizhik)

The media's bias isn't something I like to pounce on often; even if I disagree with an article or headline, I accept its attempt at balance. And as a journalism student, I am constantly seeking objectivity in everything I read, with every newspaper article and news broadcast becoming an object of scrutinizing study and analysis.

I write this as the girl who struggled and succeeded to screen liberal films that expose the Palestinian side of the conflict in a university that is mostly uniform politically. I write this as a Jew who corresponds with Israeli Arab pen pals, as a daily reader of BBC, Haaretz, The New York Times, Al-Jazeera, The Guardian, and The Jerusalem Post, as a student activist who is organizing an apolitical demonstration in Times Square in support of peace in the Middle East:

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Avital Chizhik is studying journalism at YeshivaUniversity's SternCollege for Women in New York. She is a board member of the YeshivaUniversityIsrael Club, vice president of the university's political science society, and features editor of The YU Beacon.

Старшее чудо умудрилось получить Graduation Award, не успев закончить первый курс. Нам придется поприсутствовать на вручении, заодно посмотрим как у них это происходит.

Мы очень гордимся нашей Талечкой.

What’s so important in understanding the magnitude of genocide, and any human suffering really, is not just the act of destruction in itself – but the world that was lost in it.



Darfur Is

 

Not the tanks we heard one morning

            The drone of airplanes overhead

            The crumbling of the ground from underneath our feet as the village grew dark

            Or the way their voices rumbled as they entered our homes –

                        Were they speaking Arabic? Or German? Or perhaps it was Swahili?

 

Nor the grey landscape which we saw after,

            Ghosts pits skulls smoldering huts.  Emaciated hands, outstretched.

            Desperate footprints across the sand.

            The chilled air of Poland, Kosovo’s silent eyes.

 

Not a two-dimensional name on placards

            At the foot of Capitol Hill,

            Or a rubber bracelet gracing soft young arms.

            Drained activists, weary of never again –

            Petitions and Facebook groups will save millions.

 

Just a windy village of dust

Women carrying jugs on their heads

And a pot of aseeda stew over cooling embers.

Small dark hands and feet, giggles and skips

Inta naari w’laheebi, qadari w’naseebi.

Colorful headscarves, sacks of sesame seeds tomatoes grapefruits

Sweaty young men playing football, old man telling the young of the Good Wizard

Drums and bagpipes and lutes in the desert night–

Iw-ana a’ishqaq, will-a’ishqi maraar.

By Avital
won a prize at the Yeshiva University contest

Not to be outdone by her younger sister, Avital won a Gold Key award on the regional level of the The Scholastic Art & Writing Contest for her senior writing portfolio.

What are we going to do with so much gold?

Вредное чудо в ответ на вопрос есть ли ее рассказ Colorful Rain в интернете ответило спроси гугл! Нахалюга.
Но есть. Это первая медаль в прошлом году. http://www.artandwriting.org/gallery/2008/writing/Chizhik_Avital_colorful.pdf

Это вторая http://publishing.yudu.com/Freedom/Afl2i/2008NationalCatalog/resources/index.htm?referrerUrl= cтраница 76.

Пришлось добавить новые tags bragging/хвастаюсь.
Ждите продолжения.

Старшее чудо "забыло" сообщить, что получила 2 (два) золотых приза на конкурсе Scholastic Art & Writing. Мы-то радовались одному. Как выяснилось, в последний момент дописался еще один рассказ, сам отправился по почте и отхватил золото, при этом еще умудрился попасть в глянцевый каталог (на стр. 74). Ну не чудо?