department of education raised her monthly salary by two more pounds.

Then the United Nations pro-claimed the realization of what Herzl had dreamed of in 1895 in his book "The Jewish State," and the Arabs rose to defend their lands and the places of their livelihood; and the angel of death stood erect, scythe in hand, reap-ing heads by ones, then by tens, then by hundreds... And Hayat had to choose one of two things: either to stay shut in her house awaiting her lot in marriage, or to live in Deir Yassin and carry on her struggle in the cause of learning and health.

The girl did not hesitate long. She took up some of her belong-ings and moved to the village, and lived in one of the rooms of her school.

In that room the teacher endured every kind of privation and hardship of living... For light there was the oil lamp... and for warmth, the blanket she wrapped about herself as she went over the copybooks and prepared the lessons.

The troubles spread swiftly until they reached Deir Yassin as well... And since this village was surrounded by four Jewish set-tlements, it feared the treachery of its neighbors, and so it formed a garrison of its young women and young men, and Hayat was one of its mainstays.

She said to me one day: It happened, while I was practicing rifle fire, that a bullet went off ululating into a neighbor-ing settlement!...

Days and weeks passed, during which relations between Deir Yassin and the settlements around it grew ever more strained; and the villagers did not know that the Jewish command had chosen their village as the opening of a new stage in its "military" plans.

At three o'clock on the morning of a black day, two thousand Jews armed with rapid-firing rifles and daggers closed in upon the sleeping inhabitants

of the village. A battle broke out between them and the garrison which did not last long; the aggressors overcame the fighting villagers, and the massacre began!...

As for Hayat, no sooner did the whine of the bullets and the bursting of the bombs reach her than she sprang from her bed in her nightgown and fled headlong through the fields and among the hills... After a few moments she found herself in a safe place outside the village, and it was within her power to take refuge in another Arab village. But at that moment she heard a moaning close by; she made toward its source, and found herself before two wounded men of the garrison

of Deir Yassin. She went up to them, tore off a part of her gown, and bandaged their wounds with it; then she made up her mind to put them in a cave in that quarter until she could inform the men of the Red Crescent about them. She lifted one of them onto her shoulder and walked with him toward the cave... After a walk of ten meters, the air was rent by the sound of rapid shots; the wounded man fell dead, and Hayat fell over him, drenched in her blood.

As for the second wounded man, it was fated for him to live and to tell the ending of the life of a girl who had tasted struggle in the cause of learning, sorrow in the cause of family, and heroism in the cause of the homeland!...