Some of the young Palestinian men assured me that had they possessed arms to defend their lands and their lives, the thought of flight would never have crossed their minds; and they now long to return at once and to join the Arab armies, on condition that they be furnished with arms and adequate equipment — for their return in their present state would be closer to suicide and rashness than to patriotism and wisdom.

A friend, his pain plain to see, declared to me:

"I lost my father two months ago, and you know what burning grief a father's death brings. But I assure you that leaving Jerusalem was far harder upon me; I shall have no rest whatever until Palestine is Arab and free again."

This universal feeling grew great in my eyes, but it did not surprise me, for I believe in this national sentiment that drives peoples to martyrdom in the cause of right.

A. J. S.

Since our eyes first opened to the light there has been an idea in our heads, handed down among us, that the

Jew is a coward. I remember my mother once scolding my brother with the words: "Are you as timid as a Jew?" It never crossed our minds that this coward had filled the corners of his soul with hatred, so that he would fall treacherously upon the pure peasant women of Deir Yassin, the unarmed people of Haifa, and the maidens of Tiberias and her children — killing and scattering.

Welcome, a hearty welcome to the brethren; welcome to the dispersed. Among your own people and your kin you are not dispersed. You have lost your money, your people, and your possessions, but you have not lost what remains, and will remain, in this world: your dignity remains to you, and the voice of your martyred women and men remains, to remind humanity of the injustice of the Zionists and of those who back them. History has recorded for the Arabs a struggle of morals — the struggle of good against evil.

I am in the Quarantina quarter, where thousands of refugees are received. The refugees of the events of Haifa, Safad, al-Harawi, Ein al-Zeitun, and Jaffa are received by the Scouts, who secure their lodging and their keep; and the Red Cross organization brings them what the people of Lebanon have sent them of

clothing, cleanses and disinfects it, takes each family in turn to the baths, disinfects their clothes, sees what clothing the family needs and provides it. The Red Cross has organized its work in a satisfactory way, enlisting the ladies of the country to supervise with it the distribution of clothing and the cleanliness of the refugees, to prevent the spread of disease.

I approached a group of children and asked them to tell me what they had seen before leaving Palestine; the little ones raced one another to speak, and I could make out only: the Haganah... and the bayonet... they shot my father... they shot my mother... the Communist and the machine gun... By God, what psychological and social effects will all this have, later on, upon these little ones? I have forbidden my maid to tell my daughter anything frightening, or to threaten her with anything that would turn her toward fear, lest any flaw cloud her thinking for the future... And these children?!

I spoke with one of the arrivals from the outskirts of Haifa about his reason for coming to Lebanon. He said: to set my mind at rest about my parents and my brothers. I leave them in safety and go back.

— And what threatened them there?

— Everything, madam: the fear of assault upon the women, the helpless, and the children, and of the robbing of lives, of property, and of honor. The Arab, madam, is not like the Jew — he has many things to fear. The Jew's property is guarded for him by the Jewish Agency, which arms him well and so guards his life; and as for his honor, he fears nothing on its account — so he fights with an easy mind.

— And why do you not stop them?

— We have no cartridges. I was with thirty fighters, and when our cartridges ran out the Haganah fell upon us. What can we do without cartridges? There was with us a stout-hearted man, nicknamed Abu al-Rasas — Father of Bullets. When his cartridges gave out, he took up his only son, brought along his wife and his empty rifle, and tried to bring them to safety. But the Haganah fell upon him: they snatched the boy from him and flung him into the air as one throws a ball, dragged the woman off and handed her over to his comrades; then one attacked Abu al-Rasas, who tried to defend himself with his empty rifle — and ripped open his belly with his bayonet.

Near my informant sat a refugee, listening