AVI BINUR: MERCY GATE בָּרוּךְ הַשֵׁם

Birds of Baklava

NOTE: Hudyo
"Balak's main instrument of divination was a mechanical bird." ~ Dreaming of Moshiach

Ema was the primary nurse for New Square's Rebbitzen during the '80s. I recall her smiling and waving frailly from her bedside. The curious neighborhood Orthodox Jewish children reminded me of the provincial squalor kids in Quezon City, Philippines. I'm not sure who threw stones at me anymore.

Ema worked the night shift for many years, squeezing in two hours of sleep, daily. I think I've inherited her alertness, in that respect. I take intermittent naps, throughout the day. I suppose I can wake up on time more often, actually.

Ema was really quite beautiful in her innocence and long, ebony bangs — upon immigrating Stateside. We don't talk much these days. A silent, bitter recognition. And her hair has had the natural appearance of a Sheitel since (she's a breast cancer survivor).

Each year, she plants Ampalaya in her exotic Tire Shire, noting the seasonal migration of mga ibón anghél.

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I worked as a Mental Health Worker in Westchester, New York (home to Professor Xavier's Shul for Gifted Youngsters) — where I'd have a hasty smoke during lunch breaks. Remember the time, when the concentration camps were finally liberated? When the prisoners of hope were handed cigarettes by the allies: and ravaged them, they were so famished? One day, I realized I had no matches left in my book. Since Filipinos are known to scavenge for mana in wilderness shantytowns, I naturally bowed my head, my pearl vision cast to the ground, scanning the periphery about me, dejected. Suddenly, I notice a bird land on the stairs leading up to the entrance of the youth ward. I squint, as it pecked away, knocking on the concrete slab — weeds and tiny sticks and leaves, rustling. Instinctively, the bird soars, when I notice a single, unlit match buried among the thorns.


NOTE: 

"Though our troops got food to them as soon as possible, many could not wait. Of course, we quickly gave away all the rations and cigarettes we had. It was strange to see them eat the cigarettes instead of smoking them. No one cigarette did I see smoked. They were all swallowed in a hurry."

Walang ligaya sa lupa na hindi dinilig ng luha.

Filipino Proverb: There is no earthly bliss not watered by tears.

Bnei Lot are of an ancient origin. In the migratory tradition of Ruth begun more than two millennia ago, a remnant of David and Solomon migrated into Maritime Southeast Asia which comprises what is now Brunei, East Timor, Indonesia, Malaysia, New Zealand, Papua New Guinea, The Philippines, and Singapore, as well as Melanesia, Micronesia, and Polynesia, with a sizeable minority of Malays migrating back to their tribal allotments in Sephardic Judah, besides Terrestrial and Figurative Jordan.