the President of the Republic! And it is a day that will have much to follow!

For we children are like the atom: all power lies latent within us. Whoever knows how to split the atom obtains the energy, and turns this great power to account.

And I thank God a second time that He has made it easy for us to live in a beautiful country, an independent and cherished homeland, which has a great president, like the Emir Fakhr al-Din, and which can furnish the children with the means of sound education in all its kinds: I mean the education of body, mind, and spirit.

So let us thank our teachers, women and men, for they help in raising us and preparing us for life. And let us thank especially the "Children's Welfare Society," for it awakens minds to the duty of caring for the children deprived of these blessings.

And let us children not forget to pray this evening, with our pure hearts, asking for the complete recovery of the venerable president who took this year's Children's Day — which is tomorrow — under her lofty patronage!

Long live the child, and long live Lebanon!

April 26, 1948 — Haifa Rashad Darghouth

And this one its author, Miss Najah Abd al-Salam, of Acre, raises to the souls of the martyrs. She said:

"O heaven, rejoice and be glad, for the earth will offer you the dearest thing it possesses. O turning firmament, will you not pause a little to think of the martyrs? Will you not pause a little in mourning for the martyrs? O earth, keep your worms from tampering with the pure bodies of the martyrs, and grow roses and sweet basil around their graves, to crown their brows with laurel. O martyrs, blessed are you, for you gave up your souls on the field of honor and thereby served the homeland. Rest assured, O souls, rest assured, for the Arabs shall be victorious, God willing. And Palestine will remain ours forever.

Najah Abd al-Salam — Acre — Palestine

And from our correspondent in Geneva, Mr. Makhoul Saadeh, comes this letter.

The Woman's Voice thanks Mr. Saadeh for his great interest in corresponding with it, and for his contact with the cultivated women's circles in Switzerland.

Mr. Saadeh said: Compelling reasons stood between me and corresponding with The Woman's Voice regularly, but I am now trying to make up for the past. Here I am, sending you an article written by Miss "Nelly Zousso" especially for The Woman's Voice. She is a girl of keen intelligence and burning feelings. I believe you know that woman in Switzerland does not vote, despite the absolute liberty she enjoys, and despite her equality with man in all walks of life. And Miss "Zousso's" opinion expresses the opinion of the majority... I hope you will always keep me supplied with everything that concerns "The Woman's Voice."

Makhoul Saadeh

The Woman's Voice: Miss Zousso's article is published in this issue on page 26.

And here is another young lady whose soul brims with heroism, standing in the crowd of demonstrators before the palace of His Excellency the President of the Syrian Republic, delivering a splendid speech of liberty:

Madam, proprietor of the illustrious magazine The Woman's Voice: I greet you with the greeting of free, struggling Arabism, bearing my loftiest feelings and my kind wishes. And now! I present to you the speech which the bloody events of Palestine compelled me to deliver before the crowd of student demonstrators at the palace of His Excellency the First President, hoping that you will publish it in your free magazine, that it may perhaps be a spur to strengthening thought and concern, and may unite efforts in the grave Palestine question. In any case, this work of yours is an effective contribution in the national field. May you remain a beacon for raising the banner of the noble goal we seek, Madam.

Badriya Kilani

The laxity shown by the responsible

men of the Arabs toward the question of martyred Palestine has led to painful results, whose victims have been innocent men, women, and children. This contemptible band of Zionists (vagabonds from the ends of the earth) has risen to play the part of the tyrants of history, and they are among the basest of mankind. They found the opportunity ripe to vent their spite, and they savaged the women of the Arabs — have you not heard?... — and slaughtered great numbers of old men and children.

It is truly regrettable to see that the government has not yet undertaken any sound, positive action in reply to the savage crimes committed every day in poor Palestine, which has left the field open before the vile, despised Zionists to fix the pillars of their imagined government.

So let the pens fall silent, and let the rifles, the cannons, and the machine guns speak; and let the airplanes of the Arabs soar, to make the wicked Zionists taste death and ruin. For it is better for us to die on the fields of honor than to stain our reputation and be branded forever with disgrace, shame, and cowardice.

O students!

Palestine will not be saved except by uniting the word, closing the ranks, casting off selfishness, denying the self, and a united advance upon Palestine to save it from the claws of the tyrants and the barbarity of the Zionists.

Badriya Kilani

And from the student Rida Kamel Daouk we received this charming letter, in which the soul overflows with pent-up, teeming feelings. It is in tender souls such as these that the banners of revolutions dawn, and we are very proud to publish Miss Daouk's article in the pages of this magazine for the vitality, strength, and hopes it contains:

"The magazine The Woman's Voice"

I am a Lebanese student in Beirut, still in the first year of the baccalaureate certificate, in whose soul the impulses of pride and dignity have stirred, driving her to write this article, which expresses her sorrow at the adoption of the plan to partition Palestine, and declares her readiness to volunteer in aiding that sacred Arab land and to urge on the fight in defense of its territory — in firm hope that my request will be met, namely the publication of this article in the pages of your illustrious magazine:

A tremor runs through my body, a torment burns my heart, and a tear glistens in my eye. Yes...! This is what comes over me when I hear of Arab Palestine, of bleeding Palestine, of wronged Palestine: a trembling in the

ribs, a shudder in my whole