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A Weekly Online Publication of the ZENDA Assyrian Newsagency
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T H I S W E E K I N Z E N D A
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The Lighthouse.............................. "My Boy,
I Give You America!"
Good Morning Bet-Nahrain............ Assyrian Delegation
in the US
Surfs Up............................ "The mother of all
ironies"
Surfers Corner...................... Valentine Bash Invitation
Desperately Seeking Bridal Scarves
News Digest......................... Toronto Mourns the
Loss of Its Deacon
Harvard Univ. to Hire Assyriologist
News Bits........................... Saddam's Wife in
Custody
Calendar of Events.................. Political Rallies
in San Jose & Turlock
Entracte............................ Valentine Bash in
Michigan
Intelligentsia...................... Classes, Lectures
& Meetings
Assyrian Surfing Posts.............. The Netherlands
Inst for the Near East
Pump up the Volume.................. Scream and Shout
Back to the Future.................. Ashurnassirpal founds
Calah
The Mission Press in Urmie
Literatus........................... Shamshi-Adad's Letter
to His Son
This Week in History................ Naom Faiq
Bravo............................... Syriac Concordance
Program (German)
The Directory....................... News Sources
Bshena.............................. Holland & Pakistan
Salute.............................. Gabriel, Albert,
Firas, Lorine, Ashur,
Christoph, and Steven
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THE L I G H
T H O U S E
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"MY BOY, I GIVE YOU AMERICA!"
"My boy, I give you America." With these words, my father
put me on my own.
I was 16, facing life in America, with no money, no knowledge
of the
language, no schooling. My father gave me America, but
I had to make
America. That was in 1923; four years after the end of
World War I, my
father found me sick in a charity hospital in Constantinople,
the only
survivor of his large family he had left, in 1912, fairly
comfortable in
Jilu, Zerini, Van Province, Kurdistan. We arrived in
Argentina.
I was only eight when the Kurds drove us from our home
in 1915. However, I
have vivid memories of our stone house, built on three
levels on the
terraced hillside. My uncle's family occupied the lowest
level, the sheep
and goats the highest level somewhat back of the house
which we occupied
between the uncle and the animals.
Our particular family governed the large Jilu clan. The
Malik, or governor,
was elected by acclamation for a period of three years.
The Maliks need be
rather wealthy, as they received no pay except the care
of their herds in
winter, two or three sheep or goats being parceled out
each year by
villagers. My grandfather was a clan Malik - the title
is still used in our
names: George Malik Warda, meaning George of the Royal
House of Warda.
My grandfather was very astute. At one time the Turks
were about to levy a
heavy tax on the Assyrians. The day the came to inspect,
Grandfather
received them with a meal of corn-meal mush, over which
we smacked our lips
and declared it was a dinner fit for kings. The Turks
left without levying
any tax. "If that is a company banquet, what must their
everyday fare be?"
they mused.
Christmas and Easter stand out clearly in my mind. There
was sure to be
snow at Christmas. At 4 A.M., before the early service,
the villagers
divided into two bands and met to shovel snow off the
flat-roofed church.
What fun to see which team finished first their half
of the roof! Christmas
day was a day of great feasting and visiting after a
25-day fast.
Easter, too, was joyous after a 50-day lenten season,
with its total
abstinence of all animal products, even of milk, butter
and eggs. Easter
morning would find the entire population at the church
with their pockets
full of hard-boiled eggs, and greeting one another with
the words: "Christ
is risen," "The Lord lives, Hallelujah!" Then the egg
contest. Two
contestants each hold an egg and strike the ends together,
first one and
then the other. The winner is the one who holds the most
cracked eggs, and
of course one egg unbroken.
Although Assyrian Christians occupied their separate
territories in
Kurdistan, they have always been persecuted by Turks
and Kurds. Even so,
Nestorian Christians have maintained their faith through
the centuries. I
remember our Mar-Zaia Church, the stone structure, massive
wooden gates,
and inside innumerable lengths of cloth hung there by
those who made vows
or promises and rewarded the saints in this way. More
than once the church
served as refuge in times of trouble.
My slender, dark-haired mother had born eight children.
Two of them died in
Zerini before the Kurds came. On the 18th June, 1915,
my mother and her six
children, with hundreds of relatives and friends, were
forced to get
together what we could carry and cross the mountainous
country to Diz,
another Assyrian Christian community; a frightening experience
for little
ones, terrifying nights in the open, weary foot-sore
days, after the
comforts and security of home.
We camped in the mountains of Diz for three months with
no shelter
whatsoever. Our only food was unsalted mutton and mountain
greens. With
winter coming on, we had to leave our mountain camp and
travel farther
east. We reached Salamas, Persia, after many tiresome
days, on foot,
fighting the Kurds as we went. There, an Assyrian
woman very kindly shared
her house with us. We had no way of buying food or other
necessities.
Father could not return, nor was he able to send any
money. He had no news
of us for months. War on a large scale was too new for
organized refugee
relief.
Soon after we reached Persia, a plague broke out, caused
probably by
contaminated wheat found in abandoned houses and used
on the way. Or
perhaps caused by unhealthy climate in Persia, or malnutrition
and
privation. Our people died by tens and hundreds. Of our
family, Mother went
first, fortunately for her. How could she have borne
the loss of four of
her six children in such deplorable circumstances? Humberto,
who was nine,
was next, then my sisters, Esther and Espania, who were
younger than I.
Finally, Baby Theodor, whom we had carried in our arms
all the way. Only
Eshaia, who was twelve, and I survived.
We took to begging, an unprofitable business. The ones
from whom we begged
were as needy as ourselves. For a time I took care of
the mayor's horse. I
rode it to the brook to wash it. I groomed it and fed
it. The horse was
happier than myself. Even its shelter was better than
mine. My physical
stature suffered for those years of privation. I should
have been growing
those years, but I had nothing to grow on.
After my mother, sisters and brothers died, an aunt took
care of Eshaia and
myself. I never knew anyone poorer in this world's goods,
nor richer in
human kindness; a widow with five or six children, taking
in two orphaned
boys. She didn't exactly take us in, she took us under,
our "dwelling"
being a shed with roof but without walls.
With money that our father was able to send, we bought
a baby goat. I cared
and loved that little animal. It followed me around like
a brother; it even
slept with me. It grew sleek and fat, and the day came
when it had to be
killed for meat. I begged for its life. It was useless.
The goat was killed
and eaten. But I would have starved to death rather than
to have eaten a
bite of that goat meat.
In the First World War, the Assyrian nation was known
as the "Little Ally".
Russia sent in huge cakes of sugar in which arms and
ammunitions were
concealed. Some of these broke open, the Turks discovered
the weapons, and
at their instigation, the Kurds drove us out of our country.
We were in
Persia two years. As long as the Russian army was there,
we were safe.
When the Russian revolution broke out in 1917, the Czar's
army had too much
trouble at home to remain fighting the Turks, so they
returned to Russia.
We thought we might be better off in friendly Russia,
so my brother and I,
with a large number of relatives, marched with the army
over plains and
mountains into Armenian territory. We were among Armenian
Christians, hence
not persecuted. Those who remained in Persia suffered
greatly.
From the Armenian frontier, we enjoyed our first train
ride. In changing
trains, my aunt forgot her little home-made spindle and
a cone or two of
wool. Very excitedly she exclaimed, "Can't some young
fellow run and catch
the train? It just disappeared over yonder mountain."
We arrived in Tiflis, Georgia, where we lived several
months, the bitterest
of my life. It was impossible to get work. All I earned
was a few coppers
thrown to me as I played clown, turning somersaults and
hand-springs in
front of the cafes. When driven by hunger, I begged.
Isaiah kept the accounts. How I admired his sense of
responsibility and
honour! A few pounds sterling, or a few roubles borrowed
from an uncle or
cousin, on such and such a date, were repaid when father
sent us a little
money. Years later I paid out little debts for which
Eshaia felt
responsible and which he did not live to repay.
From Tiflis we went to Almavar, in Kuban, where we spent
a longer time.
When the counter revolution broke out between White Russia
and the
Bolsheviques, we decided to go farther inland. My brother
went ahead, to
Ikatrindar (later called Krasnodar), Kuban. I never saw
him again; he
drowned in the Kuban River where he had gone to bathe
and wash his clothes.
Later I went to Ikatrindar. It would humiliate me too
much, after all the
years, to relate the menial chores I did there to keep
soul and body together.
Two years later, some hundreds of us, fleeing from the
Bolshevique regime
in whatever possible way, took a train from Ikatrindar
to Novorossiisk,
hoping to get to the coast and take ship to Constantinople.
It was winter,
thick snow was falling. We were riding on top of passenger
cars.
The hour came for a cousin to give birth to her baby.
Four of us youngsters
held a blanket over the woman to keep off the snow as
she gave birth to a
baby girl. When it was known what had happened up there
on top of a moving
train, a place was made for the mother and baby inside
the passenger
car.
We arrived at the port. The boat was already overcrowded.
There was no room
for hundreds of Assyrian refugees and White Russians
wishing to escape. We
stood on the dock, with our pots, pans, and precious
possessions gazing up
at the ship. The captain looked down, shook his head
and said, "The
Bolsheviques won't harm you starving Assyrians. They'll
feed you." And so
it was - they were really good to us.
Novorossiisk was a good place for business. The warehouses
were full of
abandoned merchandise and beautiful garments. Two of
my relatives fought
over a fur coat; one wanted it for his wife, the other
for his fiancee. A
policeman came along, separated the fighters, and took
the coat, perhaps
for his wife!
We bought and sold, bartered and exchanged, in this school
of hard knocks
which was fine preparation for the prospective tradesman
of which I had
become one. The police, one day, found me with four pairs
of trousers and
several shirts from the warehouse, one on top of the
other. My neck then
was about as thick as my wrist is now, so I must have
been a comical sight.
The police made me give up all the shirts (I had none
of my own). Then they
began to divest me of the trousers. I cried and told
them that my own pants
were full of holes, so they allowed me to keep one good
pair.
After some time, some of us returned to Ikatrindar where
we were treated
nicely. We bought clothes in the street fairs, took them
to the country and
exchanged them for flour, cheese and other food. The
country people were
most kind to us.
Little by little we got ahead, saved a few pounds sterling
and were able to
leave Russia by way of Batum, Georgia. In Constantinople
I met my father.
Nine years before he had left a happy family. Now I was
all he had.
Before my father got in touch with me, a fellow countryman,
in three
months' time, taught me to read and write in Aramaic,
our native tongue. On
the boat from Constantinople to Italy, he taught me the
European ABC's. In
Paris I spelled out the word H-O-T-E-L, my first acquaintance
of the
European writing.
We arrived in Buenos Aires, Argentina, the 5th of August,
1923. There I
studied the language, arithmetic, history and geography
of Argentina.
Argentina was heaven: clean living, plenty to eat, enjoyable
work, buying
and selling at a profit.
Within five years I had made what seemed to be a fortune,
but came within
one of failing to make America. I sailed to Beyrouth
[Beirut-Lebanon],
bought a taxi, hired a driver and expected to live like
a gentleman. The
taxi collided with a street car. I sued the company,
lost the suit, and the
taxi, and had to pay the costs.
At 23 years of age, I was back in America [South America],
having paid my
passage on borrowed money. Just where I started seven
years before, only a
bit wiser. My father was so out of patience with me that
even his cash
wedding gift six years later was given explicitly to
my wife.
I settled permanently - as it turned out - in Montevideo
[Uruguay]. I had
no money with which to buy a few trinkets to sell. I
got a job in Swift's
Packing Plant shoveling coal. I worked six days, and
drew my pay. After
paying my room rent, I had five Uruguayan pesos, my initial
capital. I
bought a few notions, combs, brushes, mirrors and handkerchiefs.
I set out
to sell them, my own boss from that day on. I sold from
house to house,
carrying my goods in a large basket, later with a basket,
cheap suitcase,
and a pile of towels, lengths of cloth, and lace over
my shoulder. I walked
miles and miles, calling "Tendero, Tendero." Some of
my customers from
those days still call me "tendero" (storekeeper). I knew
the streets of
this suburb with my eyes shut. I learned whom I could
trust. I made
life-long friends. Most of all, I learned the value and
satisfaction of
serving my community unselfishly.
My marriage, my family, my father's tragic death, my
quitting
street-selling to open a tiny clothing store, the years
that saw the
business grow to become the largest of its kind in a
suburb of 120,000
inhabitants: are not part of this story.
I made America, but not for myself alone. I would consider
it a sin against
those years of hardship and sorrow if I lived in selfish
comfort. By
identifying myself with the church and organizations
of social betterment,
I have been influential in securing a high school and
industrial school for
our suburb, free clinical and ambulance services, a pre-kindergarten
school
for 60 children of working mothers, more adequate lighting,
paving and
hygiene, and better housing conditions, working harmoniously
with the
Community Welfare Committee.
We ourselves live simply in the humbler suburbs where
we established our
business. Surplus profits are invested in building comfortable
houses with
every convenience to rent at reasonable rates to those
who are not able to
pay excessive rents.
Why? We want the humblest citizen to enjoy life as fully
as we do. We want
others to "live" America, though certainly not to reach
it by the hard
road, which I was obliged to travel. "Thanks, Dad,
for America. Let's
share America with others."
Gewargis Warda and Alice Irwin Warda
Uruguay
[This week's article was submitted by the author's daughter,
Gladys Warda,
a ZENDA reader who is currently living in Uruguay.
The article was first
published in the Autumn/Winter issue (Vol 2, No 35) of
THE ASSYRIAN, a
Journal of the Assyrian Society of Great Britain in 1976.]
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G O O D M O R N
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TWO REPRESENTATIVE GROUPS FROM BET-NAHRAIN TO VISIT
SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA
(ZNDA: San Jose) A delegation of two Assyrian
organizations from Northern
Bet-Nahrain is currently visiting the U.S. and organizing
political
rallies. The delegation consist of Butrus Zkaria, the
president of CAPNI
(Christian Aid Program in Northern Iraq), a humanitarian
aid organization,
and Romel Shimshun, a representative of a
new Assyrian political party,
Gabba Athranaya Demoqrataya (see ZENDA Vol II,#30). Both
organizations
have been providing educational, charitable and social
assistance to the
Assyrians of northern Iraq in the post-Gulf War period.
A political rally
will be organized in the Assyrian American Association
of San Jose on
Sunday, 9 February at 7:00 pm. A rally is also planned
for the
Modesto-Turlock communities in the Assyrian American
Civic Club of Turlock
on 10 February. For more information contact these Assyrian
organizations
in San Jose and Turlock.
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S U R F S
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"Two days ago, I heard some disturbing news. I
am not sure how accurate it
is, but I heard that a whole family was robbed and killed
in their own home
in Baghdad. I am wondering if anyone heard about
this tragedy. The family
are from Alkosh. Keep up the good work and God
bless.
Vivian Hammi
San Diego, California
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"Your piece on the Rogation of Ninevites was beautiful.
Thanks for
educating us on our rich traditions and keep up the good
work.
I'd like to make this comment regarding Francis Sarguis'
remarks in the
last issue of Zenda. It strikes me, as an Assyrian
who lived the first
half of his life in the Middle East, as "the Mother of
all Ironies" that
the most undemocratic and backward Assyrian organizations
anywhere in this
world are found right here in the United States.
It is a shame that we
Assyrians in this country, after having lived here for
about a century,
have learned nothing about what democracy is and how
it is practiced. The
Assyrians of Bet-Nahrain who live under totalitarian
regimes, from my
personal experiences and observations, have an enlightened
national
awareness and a fundamental understanding of democracy
which is so lacking
in us Assyrians of the US who live in this most democratic
country in the
world.
Unless we rise to close these businesses that have set
up shop in the name
of the Assyrian nation and replace the current corrupt
system that has made
a mockery of our nation in this country for the past
seventy years with
Motvas, i.e. popularly elected Assyrian assemblies at
local, state, and
national level, and finance these Motvas with a National
Assyrian Tax (the
same way we finance local, state, and the federal government
in this
country) to bring in paid professionals to run our national
affairs, I do
not foresee a viable future for our nation in this country.
It is only
through such a system that the inherent and inalienable
right of every
Assyrian to participate in our national affairs will
be realized. And it
is only such a system that will be scrutinized and held
accountable by our
nation, because it draws its power and legitimacy from
each and every
Assyrian in this country, not bingo, parties, or conventions.
Then we Assyrians can take charge of our destiny and assume
our rightful
place among the advanced nations of the world."
Ramin Daniels
San Jose, California
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"I just want to let your readers know that GNN closed
down and they
switched me to AOL. However, they still kept my
20MBs (thank God). The new
address is as follows: Learning Assyrian (Aramaic
/ Neo-Aramaic) Online
http://members.aol.com/assyrianme/aramaic/aramaic.html
."
Robert Oshana
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"Is there anyway I can get an old version ov ZENDA? I
need the one that has
the information about convention in it..if you would
not mind. thank you.
very much."
Anoukin Mooshabad
Assyrian School Action Committee Moderator
http://www.assyria.net/al-schools
[Please see this week's CALENDAR OF EVENTS for complete
information.]
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"Dear Mr. Sam kosa, Hello my name is Ashur S. Alkhas ,Grandson
of the major
of Adea,iran in the 1970's. I read your article in ZENDA
news letter. I do
have a Assyrian name . The assyrian name I found was
Sargon. Sargon means
The Greatest of Kings.
Ashur S. Alkhas
Hesperia, California
[Ashur Sargon is one of the many young ZENDA readers whose
number has
quickly grown in the past three months. We urge
our weekly subscribers to
encourage reading of ZENDA to the younger members of
their families and
communities. By the way Ashur, your beautiful Assyrian
name comes from the
older title, Sharrukin, which means the True King or
Leader. Indeed Sargon
or Sharrukin was the greatest of Akkadian kings.]
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"DEAR BROTHERS, SHALMA ATHORIA. WE ARE VERY PLEASED
AND HAPPY TO RECEIVE
YOUR LETTERS. THANK YOU!"
Assyrian News
Toronto, Canada
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S U R F E R S
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VALENTINE BASH IN MICHIGAN
The Chaldean American Student Association (CASA) at the
University of
Michigan-Dearborn cordially invites you to attend their
Valentine Bash,
Saturday February 15, 1997, 8:00, at St. George's Cultural
Center in Troy.
Come join us for an *Ultimate Night Out* while helping
CASA raise money for
the graduating Chaldean high school seniors of 1997.
Stags,
couples,everyone is welcome! (18 and over with ID, please).
Features include:
*DJ
*Appetizers
*Cash Bar
There is a donation of $20.00 for tickets in advance or
$25.00 at the door.
Tickets can currently be purchased at Bally's Video in
Berkeley, La Fendi
Restaurant in Southfield, Miami Taning in Oak Park, Videoplex
of
Rochester Hills, and soon at Sahara West in West Bloomfield.
Tickets can
also be purchased from any CASA member.
St. George's Cultural Center is located on Maple Rd, east
of John R.
For more information on this party, email Steven Kiryakoza
at
sdkjr@umich.edu, check out http://www.umd.umich.edu/~sdkjr/casa/party.html
or call (810) 905-1277.
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DESPERATELY SEEKING BRIDAL SCARVES
My Fellow Assyrians in Chicago: My cousin is getting
married and she wants
me to make her the scarves that are used to dance in
front of the bride. I
used to have the name and number of a real nice lady
who either owned or
worked in an Assyrian store which carried such supplies.
I can't find her
number anywhere. Can anyone out there give me the
name and number of any
Assyrian store that carries the scarves and the cepa's
(the sequin looking
things you sew around the scarf)??? Thank you in
advance for your responses.
Narmela Sargis ;-)
San Jose, CA
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ASSYRIANS OF CANADA
MOURN THE LOSS OF SHAMASHA YONAN HURMIZ
(ZNDA: Chicago) Thousands of Assyrians gathered last Sunday
in Toronto,
Canada at the Assyrian Church of the East to mourn the
terrible and
unexpected death of the Shamasha Yonan Hurmiz.
Returning from his second
job at the glass factory last Saturday, the 34-year-old
father hit by a
drunk driver who driving through a red light. The drunk
driver was caught
fleeing the site of the accident. Shamasha Yonan
was announced dead upon
arrival at the hospital. Hours later his 5-month-pregnant
wife was
informed of the accident. Mar Emmanuel, Bishop of the
Church of the East
and a tearful Qasha Yonan conducted the religious rites
at the memorial
last week. Shamasha Yonan arrived in Canada in
1989 and worked to assist
his family in Iraq. In 1993 Yonan and Fraydon attempted
to collect $10,000
to support an ailing brother in Jordan who was in dire
need of a kidney
transplant. Their efforts resulted in collecting
a third of the total
money needed. Shamasha Yonan, in addition to his
regular work at the
mirror and glass factory, used the equipment to create
mirrors with a
glazed and embedded Assyrian flag and sold them to the
Assyrian buyers.
Shamasha Yonan Hermez served as a volunteer in the Assyrian
Apostolic
Catholic Church of The East, taught the Assyrian language
and culture.
Shamasha Yonan is survived by his wife, Ahlam; a 2-year-old
daughter; his
brother, Shamasha Fraydon Hurmiz in Toronto' a sister
in Greece; and an
immediate family including a brother in Baghdad.
[Staff of ZENDA has contributed the amount of $100.00
towards Shamasha
Yonan's Trust Fund in Canada. ZENDA urges its readers,
particularly those
residing in North America, likewise to extend a helping
hand and assist
Deacon Yonan's wife and daughter in these emotional times.
You may send
your contribution to
ZENDA
P.O. Box 20278
San Jose, California 95160
U.S.A.
or directly to Shamasha Yonan Hurmiz Trust Fund
Scotiabank
1839 Albion Road
Rexdale, Ontario
Canada
Account # 555-820-955-884
ZENDA wishes to hear from you and maintain a record of
all donations sent
from its readers. Finally, our staff and reporters
around the world extend
their heartfelt sympathies to the family of Shamasha
Yonan Hurmiz and the
grieving Assyrian community of Toronto, Canada. May his
soul rest in peace!]
HELP WANTED: ASSYRIOLOGY AT HARVARD UNIVERSITY
(ZNDA: Chicago) The Department of Near Eastern Languages
and Civilizations,
at Harvard University, invites applications for an expected
appointment in
Assyriology, initially for a term of three years, beginning
in the academic
year 1997-98. Research and teaching interests in
the first millennium BCE
are particularly welcome. This is a junior appointment
and it is not
anticipated that it will lead to senior rank. Applications,
along with a
curriculum vitae and bibliography, should be sent to
Professor Piotr
Steinkeller, Department of Near Eastern Languages and
Civilizations, 6
Divinity Avenue, Cambridge, Massachusetts 02138, by March
31, 1997. Harvard
University is an equal opportunity employer, and particularly
urges women
and members of minority groups to apply. For more information
contact:
Rachel Rockenmacher
Department Administrator
Near Eastern Languages and Civilizations
(617) 496-6055
rlrocken@husc.harvard.edu
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N E W S
B I T s
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(ZNMN)
A senior U.S. military officer said that Saddam Hussein's
wife is under
house arrest and his son, Uday, may lose his leg.
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Thru Mar 10
Art & Empire: Treasures from Assyria in the British
Museum
National Gallery of Victoria
Melbourne, Australia
Admission: $10.00
Thru Apr 6 The Ain Ghazal
Exhibit
Smithsonian Institute
Arthur M. Sackler Gallery
Washington D.C.
AAA of Southern CA (818) 506-7577
Feb 6
"The rise and fall of Assyria"
Gallery Talk by Paul Collins
11:30 a.m.
"Ideas of the past in the ancient Near East"
Lecture by Paul Collins
1:15 p.m.
The British Museum
Great Russell Street
London WC1B 3DG,
U.K.
Tel: +44 171 636 1555
http://www.british-museum.ac.uk
Recorded information +44 171 580 1788
Feb 9
The Last Ziggurats: An Art Exhibition by Hannibal
Alkhas
Awana of the Assyrian Church of the East
680 Minnesota Road
San Jose, California
3:00 pm
Feb 9
CAPNI & GAD Political Rallies
Assyrian American Association of San Jose
San Jose, California
7:00 pm
Feb 10
CAPNI & GAD Political Rallies
Assyrian American Civic Club of Turlock
Turlock, California
Mar 12
Guardians of the Gate: The Assyrian Winged Colossi
Lecturer: A. Harrak
Near and Middle Eastern Civilization
University of Toronto
St. George campus
Toronto, Canada
8:00 p.m
April 9
Recent Excavations at Gordion, Turkey:
An Achaemenid Persian Imperial Town in Central Anatolia
Lecturer: T.C. Young, Jr.
Royal Ontario Museum
Toronto, Canada
8:00 p.m
Aug 26-Sept 2
Assyrian American National Convention
Hyatt Regency Dearborn
Fairlane Town Center
Detroit, Michigan
All Single,double,triple,quad rooms: $95 per day
Reservations: (313) 982-6880
Reservations must be made by August 7.
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Feb 15
Valentine Bash
The Chaldean American Student Association(CASA) University of Michigan-Dearborn
St. George's Cultural Center
Maple Road, East of John Road
Troy, Michigan
8:00
Donation: $20.00 for tickets in advance
$25.00 at the door
(810) 905-1277
To purchase tickets Contact
Bally's Video, Berkley
La Fendi Restaurant, Southfield
Miami Taning, Oak Park
Videoplex, Rochester Hills
Sahara West, West Bloomfield
or CASA members
More info: email Steven Kiryakoza
sdkjr@umich.edu, check out
http://www.umd.umich.edu/~sdkjr/casa/party.html
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Fridays
Assyrian Educational & Cultural Club at
Modesto Junior College
1:00 pm
Founders Hall 108
Modesto, U.S.A.
Saturdays
Nisibis School
10:30-1:30
The Church of the East
Toronto, Canada
Sundays
Assyrian Boy Scouts
Assyrian American Association of Southern California
Assyrian Club
5901 Cahuenga Blvd
North Hollywood, California
9:30am to 12:30pm
Contact Sargon Gewargis @ fishtale@juno.com
(818) 891-3705 after 7:30 pm
Assyrian Student Union
California State University, Northridge
Assyrian American Association of Southern California
Assyrian Club
5901 Cahuenga Blvd
North Hollywood, California
6:00pm
Contact Sargon Gewargis @ fishtale@juno.com
(818) 891-3705 after 7:30 pm
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A S
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U R F I N G P
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The Netherlands Institute for the Near East (NINO) in
Leiden
http://oasis.leidenuniv.nl/nino/nino.html
Note: Visit www.nineveh.com for the latest schedule
of online guests on
Nineveh Cafe- a chat room for the Assyrian Internet surfers.
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P U M P UP THE V O L U
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English Modern Assyrian
Shout
qwakh/ta (tha) [F]
Scream
syakh/ta (tha) [F]
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F = Feminine M = Masculine
P = Plural
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B A C K TO THE
F U T U R E
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B.C. (883) Ashurnassirpal II builds his capital at Calah
or Kalhu, on the
east banks of the Tigris river.
<< Ancient Mesopotamia, Oppenheim >>
A.D. (1886) A.J. Maclean arrives in Urmie and begins learning
modern
Syriac. By May 1889 the Mission Press was in operation
and Maclean was
preparing his books on modern Assyrian language and liturgical
material for
publication.
<< The Archbishop of Canterbury's Assyrian Mission
Press, Coakley>>
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ASSYRIAN KING
SHAMSHI-ADAD'S LETTER TO HIS SON YASMAH-ADDU
ca 1800 B.C.
How much longer must we keep you on a leading rein?
You are a child, you are not a grown man,
you have no hair on your cheek.
how much longer will you fail to direct your own household
properly?
Don't you see that your own brother is directing vast
armies?
You just direct your own palace and household properly!
<< Cultural Atlas of Mesopotamia, Roaf >>
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T H I S W E E K
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February 5, 1930: dies, Naom Faiq, Assyrian literary
giant, nationalist,
and influential journalist.
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SYRIAC CONCORDANCE PROGRAM
http://www.gwdg.de/~mzumpe/scp.htm
Anmerkungen zum Göttinger EDV-Programm zur Analyse
und
Verwaltung syrischer Bibeltexte
<<Courtesy of Soryoto Online:
www.gwdg.de/~grabo/suryoyo/suryoyo.htm>>
Die Verwaltung der syrischen Textdaten hat innerhalb des
Projektes immer
schon eine große Rolle gespielt. Mit Hilfe der
Instrumente der GWDG - dem
Rechenzentrum der Universität Göttingen - wurden
bisher auf Rechnern sog.
mittlerer Datentechnik die Texte erfaßt und verwaltet.
Nach Abschaffung
dieser inzwischen veralteten Rechner, entschlossen wir
uns, ein Programm zu
entwickeln, das es ermöglicht, auf der Grundlage
des bisherigen
Datenmaterials, dieses in Zukunft auf PC zu nutzen.
Hiermit wird es möglich werden, daß ein größerer
Teil von Interessenten/
innen, die Forschungsergebnisse komfortabel nutzen kann.
Darüber hinaus ist
auch an eine Nutzbarmachung speziell für Studentinnen
und Studenten der
syrischen Sprache gedacht, insbesondere an die, die mit
ihren Studien erst
beginnen. Eine Ergänzung um einen Programmteil,
der die Analysefähigkeiten
mit ausgewähltem Material trainiert und ganz nebenbei
auf Schwierigkeiten
während der Analysearbeit hinweist, bietet sich
geradezu an.
[Please see our next issue for an English translation.
Soon, ZENDA will
include a regular section for non-English articles for
the reading
enjoyment of our Asian, South American, and European
readers.]
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ZNAD (Assyrian Democratic Organization)
ZNAM (Archeology Magazine)
ZNAP (Associated Press International)
ZNBN (Bet-Nahrain Inc/ KBSV-TV "AssyriaVision")
ZNDA (Zenda: zenda@ix.netcom.com)
ZNMN (San Jose Mercury News)
ZNNQ (Nabu Quarterly)
ZNNV (Nineveh Magazine)
ZNRU (Reuters)
ZNSJ (San Jose Mercury News)
ZNTM (Time Magazine)
ZNUP (United Press International)
ZNUS (US News & World Report)
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W E L C O M
E T O Z E
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Zenda welcomes our new on-line subscribers from:
PERSONAL ACCOUNTS
Islamabad, Pakistan
Holland
ZENDA wishes to welcome our first subscribers from Pakistan,
Timm & Erine
Erickson & their 18 Assyrian-Iranian friends, living
in Islamabad. We
encourage our new readers to contribute to our future
issues and inform us
of our newly-discovered Assyrian community.
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Zenda wishes to thank the following individuals &
organizations whose
contributions appear in this issue:
Gabriel Rabo
Germany
Albert Gabrial
Hollister, California
Firas Jatou
Chicago, Illinois
Lorine Mirza
San Jose, California
Ashur Simon Malek
Ontario, Canada
Christoph Aktas
Sunnyvale, California
Steven Kiryakoza
University of Michigan-Dearborn