I believe in Miracles. I am sure the woman in the white cloak was the Mother of those five children. She was a shaheed and those Palestinians killed in Gaza are all Shaheed. And the Ruh (soul) of the Shaheed is alive. May Allah Subhanawata’alah give ease to the Palestinians🇵🇸
I had always hoped that phenomena like this occurred in Gaza, since the outbreak of this awful slaughter. I am sure there are many such encounters, all true and full of significance. Yes, this woman’s spirit returned to save her children. All these sudden, violent deaths are so unnatural that the spirit yearns to re-attach itself to those loved ones it had been so cruelly torn from. I hope the children took comfort from this story and know now that their mother will always watch over them. Love doesn’t end with death; it continues on, even though the physical person has disappeared. Thank you for this story.
One day I was in Istanbul, Turkey when I was 18 in 1972. It was around the time the young man the movie Midnight Express was based on was busted for drugs and sentenced to life in prison in a Turkish jail. I was in the Grand Bizarre in Istanbul with two girls from Colorado. 4000 thousand underground shops some of which have been there for thousands of years. I had long hair down passed my shoulders and was wearing crushed blue velvet bell bottomed pants, when a man came up to us and offered to sell us some Turkish hashish. I never liked smoking the stuff, but the two girls I was with smoked dope and they wanted to try it. The three of us were close and they wanted some but they had left their purses on the bus so I was literally reaching into my pocket to pull out the money to buy it for them, when out of nowhere, a stocky, young American woman in her twenties, dressed like a hippie came from behind us, and pushed herself between the girl to my left and me and forcefully pushed the man down onto the ground, which is not something a woman does in Turkey. Especially, not back then. As he was laying on the ground using his hands to prop himself up to look at her, she started yelling at him in Turkish pointing and shaking her finger at him. I have no idea what she was telling him but he was clearly frightened of her because of the force with which she had shoved him to the ground and whatever she was telling him. She then grabbed my left arm and Jan, the girl to my left, by her right and started dragging us through the Grand Bizarre, and Christin, the other girl with us, followed. She was walking quickly leading us down this street, then turning onto another and then another and finally pulled us into the foyer of a small business deeper in the Bizarre. She then placed herself in front of the three of us pointing her finger at me and at the two girls and in perfect English with an American accent said, “Don’t you ever buy drugs from people like that. They will sell the drugs to you and there are federal officers watching what is going on. After they give you the drugs and take your money, they will then go over to them, show them the money that they received for selling you the drugs and the federal officers will arrest you and put you in prison for the rest of your lives. Do you understand me?” And she was saying all of this very forcefully with an extremely serious look on her face. She scared the hell out of the three of us and we each said “Yes.” She then said, “Now go” and she turned around and walked quickly back into the street and disappeared into the crowd, and we never saw her again. To this day, I have wondered who she was and where she came from and how could she be there at precisely the time we needed her? Years later, I saw the movie Midnight Express and realized that could have been me in prison. And after that, I saw a movie with Kevin Klein and Danny Glover called Grand Canyon that had similar types of experiences in it. No one can tell me that wasn’t a miracle, or that whoever she was and her being there at precisely the right time, was not miraculous, because women with the strength to push down grown men who speak perfect Turkish and perfect English and who were just hanging out in the Grand Bizarre in Istanbul, Turkey looking for three young Americans like us and just happened to be exactly where we were in the summer of 1972 don’t exist... except she did and what I just explained really happened. I have no problem believing such stories because one happened to me.
“According to Islamic belief based on the Quran (3:169, 2:154) and Hadith, the souls of martyrs (Shaheed) are not dead but alive with Allah, receiving sustenance and experiencing joy in paradise. They reside in the bodies of green birds, roaming freely near Allah's Throne.”
In many countries people have a name for our heavenly Father & Son, and a religion they claim as all their own, the one & only true faith on earth, yet the Bible tells us all that there is only one Father. Miracles happen everyday, but many rarely witness or believe what they have not witnessed for themselves. I believe because I have experienced my own miracles on more than one occasion. And I have no doubt our loved ones who have passed over from this realm into heaven keep watch over us. A mother came to get help for her children because it was not their time. The Father has a future plan for them. What a beautiful testimony. I hope the whole world hears this story. And I pray the Father soon ends this war and removes all evil from this world.
I believe in Miracles. I am sure the woman in the white cloak was the Mother of those five children. She was a shaheed and those Palestinians killed in Gaza are all Shaheed. And the Ruh (soul) of the Shaheed is alive. May Allah Subhanawata’alah give ease to the Palestinians🇵🇸
Ameen💚🌙
I had always hoped that phenomena like this occurred in Gaza, since the outbreak of this awful slaughter. I am sure there are many such encounters, all true and full of significance. Yes, this woman’s spirit returned to save her children. All these sudden, violent deaths are so unnatural that the spirit yearns to re-attach itself to those loved ones it had been so cruelly torn from. I hope the children took comfort from this story and know now that their mother will always watch over them. Love doesn’t end with death; it continues on, even though the physical person has disappeared. Thank you for this story.
One day I was in Istanbul, Turkey when I was 18 in 1972. It was around the time the young man the movie Midnight Express was based on was busted for drugs and sentenced to life in prison in a Turkish jail. I was in the Grand Bizarre in Istanbul with two girls from Colorado. 4000 thousand underground shops some of which have been there for thousands of years. I had long hair down passed my shoulders and was wearing crushed blue velvet bell bottomed pants, when a man came up to us and offered to sell us some Turkish hashish. I never liked smoking the stuff, but the two girls I was with smoked dope and they wanted to try it. The three of us were close and they wanted some but they had left their purses on the bus so I was literally reaching into my pocket to pull out the money to buy it for them, when out of nowhere, a stocky, young American woman in her twenties, dressed like a hippie came from behind us, and pushed herself between the girl to my left and me and forcefully pushed the man down onto the ground, which is not something a woman does in Turkey. Especially, not back then. As he was laying on the ground using his hands to prop himself up to look at her, she started yelling at him in Turkish pointing and shaking her finger at him. I have no idea what she was telling him but he was clearly frightened of her because of the force with which she had shoved him to the ground and whatever she was telling him. She then grabbed my left arm and Jan, the girl to my left, by her right and started dragging us through the Grand Bizarre, and Christin, the other girl with us, followed. She was walking quickly leading us down this street, then turning onto another and then another and finally pulled us into the foyer of a small business deeper in the Bizarre. She then placed herself in front of the three of us pointing her finger at me and at the two girls and in perfect English with an American accent said, “Don’t you ever buy drugs from people like that. They will sell the drugs to you and there are federal officers watching what is going on. After they give you the drugs and take your money, they will then go over to them, show them the money that they received for selling you the drugs and the federal officers will arrest you and put you in prison for the rest of your lives. Do you understand me?” And she was saying all of this very forcefully with an extremely serious look on her face. She scared the hell out of the three of us and we each said “Yes.” She then said, “Now go” and she turned around and walked quickly back into the street and disappeared into the crowd, and we never saw her again. To this day, I have wondered who she was and where she came from and how could she be there at precisely the time we needed her? Years later, I saw the movie Midnight Express and realized that could have been me in prison. And after that, I saw a movie with Kevin Klein and Danny Glover called Grand Canyon that had similar types of experiences in it. No one can tell me that wasn’t a miracle, or that whoever she was and her being there at precisely the right time, was not miraculous, because women with the strength to push down grown men who speak perfect Turkish and perfect English and who were just hanging out in the Grand Bizarre in Istanbul, Turkey looking for three young Americans like us and just happened to be exactly where we were in the summer of 1972 don’t exist... except she did and what I just explained really happened. I have no problem believing such stories because one happened to me.
“According to Islamic belief based on the Quran (3:169, 2:154) and Hadith, the souls of martyrs (Shaheed) are not dead but alive with Allah, receiving sustenance and experiencing joy in paradise. They reside in the bodies of green birds, roaming freely near Allah's Throne.”
Thank you for sharing this story. I am a Catholic American and praying for Palestine every single day.
❤️❤️❤️Palestine
Thank you for sharing this story. I do believe in this. ♥️🇵🇸
Now go and read about Chris Bledsoe ....
Maybe that tell us something about how the aetheric world works
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In many countries people have a name for our heavenly Father & Son, and a religion they claim as all their own, the one & only true faith on earth, yet the Bible tells us all that there is only one Father. Miracles happen everyday, but many rarely witness or believe what they have not witnessed for themselves. I believe because I have experienced my own miracles on more than one occasion. And I have no doubt our loved ones who have passed over from this realm into heaven keep watch over us. A mother came to get help for her children because it was not their time. The Father has a future plan for them. What a beautiful testimony. I hope the whole world hears this story. And I pray the Father soon ends this war and removes all evil from this world.
Your words are beautiful, I am crying. Love, strength, and protection to you and all of Gaza ❤️🇵🇸❤️
I believe this kind of miracle happens more often than we are told about in the media.
Is it possible to republish this story, with permission from Manufacturing Dissent?
I am not sure how to request permission. Perhaps someone can tell me.
I am asking on behalf of an online magazine called Share International. You can view the website here: https://share-international.org/resources/magazine/