for instance, without masking his face and his voice with an artificial gravity in which there is no trace of feeling, no declaration of tender fatherly love. And the child who cannot remember his father ever once seating him on his lap and letting him hear the talk of heart to heart grows up with dryness and barrenness in his heart, and dryness and barrenness

in his spirit, not knowing their source.

And the father who fears for his authority and his prestige with his children, and so shows them no love, loses their love and their friendship and their nearness; he lives among them a stranger, far from their hearts; they take no comfort in him, and in their depths there is repression. For though he has secured them food and clothing, he has starved their spirits of the emotion of love; so they have lived in a wilderness of doubt and anxiety, searching in his heart for something precious that they need and hunger for, and not finding it; and they turn back disappointed, with bitterness and rancor in their souls.

If only he could join his generous giving to his children with a pure love, surrounding them with his tenderness and his affection, he would make his life and theirs more precious in its moral worth and more complete in its harmony and its spiritual concord.

The child, gentlemen, does not live alone; he is forever searching in his surroundings for friends with whom he is at ease and to whom he may turn when he falls into some difficulty of feeling or crisis of the soul; and no love in this world matches, in its great and generous sacrifices, the love of parents. How much, then, must these fathers strive to win their children's love and their absolute trust, so as to win their friendship.. And this can

only be when children are reared in an atmosphere of complete understanding and sincere love. And when fathers succeed in winning their children's friendship, they will have gone a long way toward securing their happiness and guiding them aright, guarding them against many of the stumbles of feeling and of soul to which our children so often fall prey... Nor may moral barriers be raised between the child and his mother — a pent-up rancor thickening like fog in the child's soul, blocking his way to his mother and to confiding in her the storm of feeling and the bewildered emotions that stir within him.

And I am most anxious that my words not be understood as a call to a soft, flabby love; I do not deny that in some of his unruly outbursts the child requires a firm discipline which may compel us to use severity and punishment. But I warn mothers against depriving their children of that constant serenity of soul which the child finds only in the arms of his parents...

From the Flames of the Struggle

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wounded country — nay [...]

to the press in general, for the sincerity of its struggle, this heartfelt salute?! Perhaps I shall be able to write for "The Woman's Voice" from now on, and how glad I should be to know whether these subjects win your full approval, or whether you prefer to them social studies concerning woman, the child, and the family. As for me, my specialty — in times of revolution only — is almost wholly the bearing of this banner: purely national writing, and I know it well; in peacetime I take up other subjects without restriction. And since I know that the Arab contest against sinful Zionism is one unbroken chain of links from the Two Rivers to the Nile, I have judged these the fittest subjects to write on; the writers ought not to be in one valley and the public feeling in another — rather, we can only draw from that sacred inspiration.

Nablus — Palestine