Nahum ( /ˈneɪ.əm/ or /ˈneɪhəm/; Hebrew: נַחוּם Naḥūm) was a minor prophet whose prophecy is recorded in the Hebrew Bible. His book comes in chronological order between Micah and Habakkuk in the Bible. He wrote about the end of the Assyrian Empire, and its capital city, Nineveh, in a vivid poetic style.
Little is known about Nahum’s personal history. His name means "comforter," and he was from the town of Alqosh, (Nah 1:1) which scholars have attempted to identify with several cities, including the modern `Alqush of Assyria and Capharnaum of northern Galilee. He was a very nationalistic Hebrew however and lived amongst the Elkoshites in peace. His writings could be taken as prophecy or as history. One account suggests that his writings are a prophecy written in about 615 BC, just before the downfall of Assyria, while another account suggests that he wrote this passage as liturgy just after its downfall in 612 BC.
The tomb of Nahum is supposedly inside the synagogue at Alqosh, although there are other places outside Iraq that lay claim also to being the original “Elkosh” from which Nahum hailed. Alquosh was abandoned by its Jewish population in 1948, when they were expelled, and the synagogue that purportedly houses the tomb is in a poor structural state, to the extent that the tomb itself is in danger of destruction. The tomb underwent basic repairs in 1796. When all Jews were compelled to flee Alqosh in 1948, the iron keys to the tomb were handed to a Chaldean man by the name of Sami Jajouhana. Few Jews visit the historic site, yet Jajouhana continues to keep the promise he made with his Jewish friends, and looks after the tomb. A team of US/UK construction engineers, led by Huw Thomas, is currently planning ways to save the building and the tomb. Money has been allocated for proposed renovation in 2008.
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The Hora 79 dance troupe was the face of Israeli folk dancing. Following a traumatic event. An accident? A murder? A suicide? The group ceased its activity and the members went their own ways. Now, 33 years later, the Karmiel Dance Festival initiates a reunion for a tribute to Hebrew dance. The encounter brims with nostalgia, tension, and guilt. Will they be able to overcome the dark ghosts of the past, the old conflicts, the betrayal of the body and of the memory?
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The 1956, a few years after the War of Independence and the establishment of the State of Israel. Immigration is at its peak, transit camps are scattered throughout the country. This is the story of one platoon at Training Base 4, a three-month boot camp boot comprised of conscripts from Ashkenazi Jews, new immigrants from North Africa and Europe, Holocaust survivors, as well as both secular and religious individuals. All the platoon members are physically unfit or mentally disabled. They find themselves on the extreme margins of society, at the bottom of the social ladder, and dream of ascending to the top. Common precepts such as "melting pot," "team spirit," and "one for all and all for one," remain unfulfilled. This is a battle for the individual's survival, a war for status, identity, and independence. A battle to attain the loftiest dreams, a war waged by individuals against their destiny.
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The plot revolves around Liz who is having her 21st birthday party and finds out that her mother, Emily is an evil witch who wants to kill her and steal her youth so that she can go without aging for another 21 years. Everyone else in the house is killed in supernatural ways except Liz, who has to not only try to survive her mothers powers and all of her friends who have come back to life as zombies, but she also has to break the curse before midnight. Edge of your seat action and thrills ensue in this well deserved horror comedy watch, that will conger up memories of such classics as Evil Dead, Return of the Living Dead and Dead Alive.
Keywords: b-movie, basement, beat-the-clock, black-cat, blood, blood-spatter, bondage, celebrity, curse, damned
Damn this house!
Payback is bitch!
It's Mother's Day!
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Two interconnected stories in the 1930s, one set in Berlin, the other in Palestine: Mania Vilbouchevich Shohat (1880-1961), called Tania, a Russian Jew and revolutionary, goes from Minsk to Palestine to live on a collective. She promotes feminism and laments a shift in the men from self-defense to aggression. Her friend, Else Lasker-Schuler (1869 - 1945), expressionist poet and German Jew, is in Berlin, writing, caring for her son, watching Hitler's movement take power. She goes to Jerusalem and imagines a park for Arab and Jew. Her poems, voiced from within, capture her experience. The film meditates on the violence at the root of Israel's birth: of the Nazis and of the Zionists.
Pontius Pilate: Do you realize I have the power to release you or have you crucified?::Jesus Christ: You wouldn't have had that power over me if it hadn't been given to you from above.
[discussing the idea of Jesus' being born in a stable]::Balthazar: And yet, I see the justice of it.::Gaspar: Not in glory, but in humility.
Simon Peter: [having denied Jesus thrice] Oh God... oh God... [shouting] My God! Please, help me!
Jesus Christ: Destroy this temple, and in three days I will make it rise again.::Zerah: It took centuries to build this temple. Do you think you can build it again in three days?::Jesus Christ: You have said it, but you have not understood.::Zerah: [indignant] Rabbi, I understand better than you *think*.
Simon Peter: [Peter is drunk] Andrew. Andrew, I'm not like you. I'm not a follower of priests and prophets; I'm a fisherman. I've got my family to think of. You followed the Baptist, now follow this one...::Philip: [grabbing Peter's Arm] Peter!::Simon Peter: [wresting free] Just leave me alone! Why did you bring Him here to me? [grabbing his net] *This* is my life! My nets... my boat. [shouting] Go on! Follow Him! But leave me!::Andrew: Come on, you can't talk to him when he's like this. [motioning the others to leave] Come on, Philip.
Herod Antipas: And we go on sinning. And very pleasant it is, too.
Jesus Christ: What is the heart of the law?::Joseph of Arimathea: "Hear, O Israel, thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, with all thy soul and with all thy strength." This is the greatest commandment.::Jesus Christ: You have said well. You are not far from the Kingdom of God, Joseph of Arimathea. But there is another commandment, no less greater: you must love your neighbor as yourself.
Simeon: [seeing the Baby Jesus for the first time] Now I can die contented, Lord, according to Thy will. [gently, to the Virgin Mary] And a sword shall pierce your heart.
Herod Antipas: John if I set you free, what would you do with your freedom?::John the Baptist: I would follow the one whose way I have prepared, like so many others who already follow him, but you will not set me free.
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The Jews are taken from Jerusalem and made slaves by King Nebuchadnezzar. In the meantime Cyrus, king of the Persians, who has been living as a shepherd, is proclaimed king and defeats Nebuchadnezzar.
Keywords: jewish, slavery
Drifting silently towards the end of the world, I'm falling fast from the caress of humanity. We've let this slip away. To reverse the past is all i want, for wiping my tears will only stain my blood. Please bleed forever. I will watch. Burn everything and follow the flames. Under the pale night sky i wander in search for you. Lost forever past all belief. I am left again, to bear this alone. You said this would never end. But now you're gone, and i'm right here. Holding dead roses from the past. You take me to unconscious darkness. Hide your face and be my poison. As i bury this knife into my body. Remove your skin, the infection now begins.
Scarred by the generations of contamination. Drained of life, devoied of tranquility. Mother earth crumbles with the weight of its children. Hope that has been hollowed from these veins. Tonight the remains cry out signs of degradation, as the maggots infest within our ears. Our actions of today create the teardrops of tomorrow. Again and again, civilization wraps her hands around the neck of nature with a ceaseless grasr we choke. Feeding off of false words spoon fed. Breathe in the reign of ignorance. Witnessing the silence of voices - A divine disregard for improvement. The pursuit of survival will keep us alive.
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A hazer of absence hovers over your head. I cannot see past this blackened hole inside your chest. Place this noose around your neck. There is nothing left but two steps to eternity. Nothing more can fulfill your desire, a fuel that will burn no longer. Gather the blood that has been shed. Sip the taste of despair. Can't you see what you've become? Spit this precious disease from your mouth. Fall to your knees, and pray for yourself. I have forgotten your death and maybe now, there can be silence. Your kiss is as cold as death. I'll hold your severed head in my hands. Leave this plague to devour it's hosts. Close your eyes, for this sadness shall forever reign upon our hearts. I gaze into the dying light of my forgotten dreams to search for my true happiness.
Once upon a midnight sky, the darkness calls my name. From this day forth the calling will prevail eternal. Let this be the last time that you come for me, as we become one. I can't envision the temptation of turning back. There is so much more to give now than there once was, yet it seems as if time grows ever so slowly. The severance is to me as fire is to the damned. What i desire most has been buried awau with the time that has come and gone. The repitition has become all i feel. There is no comfort in desolation, but only in the sweet scent of life. No solace is found in the arms of the deceitful. Now i must thirst for what brings life to us all. Consuming blackness, i am the unseen. Knowing that this is what kiss, i will destroy. A breath that will endure, a kiss that shall be your last. Hunting in search of satisfying a taste for my life - to save you the pain. Forcing my presence to be but a mere shadow cast upon your sweet cheek. Become one with me. Follor me and together we can exist in the shadow of gloom. Conceal ourselved from the light and rest until we must breathe again when the nighttime calls. To reconcile the thoughts for the beloved, we must give in to the taste. To the taste. We must give in. To the taste. For we are alone to torment the fucking souls of the mortal flesh, and bound by the everlasting taste.
As remorse awakes, i reach these open arms out towards fulfillment, but again return with emptiness in this celestial cessation of time. Too soon this door was shut so tight. Bowing down to an untrue fate means a lesser exisence. Arise the frustration from my thickened throat, where confusion etches its mark straight into my chest. I can't fall again until you help me up. For far too long, i have searched for the beauty that you create. Lift this blanket of desperation from my heart to reveal my lost soul. On my bed of stone, i await your return.
Clouds hasten in the frozen sky, as this hour becomes as pale as the last. Watching the sun shrink to oblivion, I try to remember the last time that I felt alive. The vast fields of life have become empty with passion and empty of our eyes. Where does this road lead again? Perhaps I was hoping to find something that didn't exist. The torturous rain descends one last time. Be silent. Be still. Here is where the light becomes thin, and the obscurity revealed. Underneath the scars holds nothing more than what brought me here; to rest with this silence. And here i lay. Cast me into this blaze. leave me to burn. All this time, thinking i knew why, but that has been forsaken. Fearing that i am lost and falling into a trap again, how was I made to believe? An existent beauty vieled. Manking has been formed into a struggle for power - The capability to devestate and to manipulate our eyes into untruth. The chaos shall be instilled into the footsteps of man, as we plunge into the depths of immortality. Fighting to extinguish. Killing to live on.