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The Girl Who Became an Olive Tree

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved the world and all its creatures with every fiber of her being. Her heart overflowed with compassion and empathy for every living thing. She felt the joy and pain of others as if they were her own, and she yearned to make a difference, to bring comfort and healing to those in need.

As she grew older, the weight of the world's sorrows began to bear down upon her slender shoulders. She witnessed the suffering of people and animals, the destruction of nature, and the endless conflicts that tore communities apart. Her tender heart, so full of love and concern, felt each wound as if it were inflicted upon her own soul.

Despite her best efforts to spread kindness and light, the young girl found herself overwhelmed by the magnitude of the world's troubles. The more she tried to help, the more she felt the pain of others seeping into her very core. Her once vibrant spirit began to dim, and her steps grew heavy with the burden of empathy.

One day, as she sat beneath an ancient olive tree, seeking solace from the chaos that surrounded her, a profound realization took root in her mind. She understood that the tree, with its gnarled trunk and reaching branches, stood tall and strong amidst the turmoil of the world. It did not involve itself in the affairs of others, but simply existed, growing slowly and steadily, deepening its roots into the earth.

In that moment, the girl made a decision. She would become like the olive tree, distancing herself from the cares of the world and focusing inward on her own growth. She closed her eyes and felt her body transform, her limbs lengthening and hardening into branches, her skin roughening into bark. She became the tree, standing firm and unmoving, no longer buffeted by the winds of sorrow and strife.

"A tree remains a tree," she said. "It doesn't experience everything. It's not to blame for anything. It's planted in the earth and stands still, deepening its roots..."But what she didn't know was that even as a tree, she never stopped feeling. Deep within her woody core, the love and compassion that had always defined her continued to pulse like sap through her veins. She may have taken the form of a tree, but her essence remained unchanged.

Only at night would she awaken and go swimming in the Mediterranean Sea. She was half girl, half tree, until she met a boy with the purest heart in the world. In the full moon, one could see that his heart's radiance was stronger than the moon itself. His innocent, wise, and kind-hearted gaze penetrated her eyes, allowing her to emerge from the self-imposed spell of defense and consider returning to life.

But instead of encouraging her to leave her tree form behind, he joined her as a tree by her side. They intertwined together into the biggest and strongest olive tree in the world, providing shade and solace for all. Upon its branches, countless peace doves cooed together, dispersing olive branches as all over the world.

Then, the laughter of children was heard from all directions, and a blend of languages woven together in delicate beauty, creating a stunning velvet ocean of coexistence. And the mighty intertwined olive tree? Stood at the center of it all, spreading love and empathy and gifting shadow and most delicious olives to the whole world till the very this day.

People are truly good at heart. Pain leads to more pain, love eventually leads to more love. There is always a way where love is the leading light for humanity. We all have inherent good god or nature planeted in us. We just need to unlearn anything else, the more people choose love together, the more peace will prevail.

The line most often quoted from Frank’s diary are her famous words, “I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.” These words are “inspiring,” by which we mean that they flatter us. They make us feel forgiven for those lapses of our civilization that allow for piles of murdered girls – and if those words came from a murdered girl, well, then, we must be absolved, because they must be true. The gift of grace and absolution from a murdered Jew (exactly the gift that lies at the heart of Christianity) is what millions of people are so eager to find in Frank’s hiding place, in her writings, in her “legacy.” It is far more gratifying to believe that an innocent dead girl has offered us grace than to recognize the obvious: Frank wrote about people being “truly good at heart” before meeting people who weren’t. Three weeks after writing those words, she met people who weren’t.

  —  People Love Dead Jews: Reports from a Haunted Present (Dara Horn)

Queer Jews Project Day 25 - Edie Windsor and Thea Spyer

Edie and Thea first met in 1963 on the dance floor of a Greenwich Village restaurant. Edie was a computer programer at IBM, and Thea was a clinical psychologist. They started dating in 1965, and got engaged in 1967. Thea proposed with a circle diamond brooch because a ring would have led to questions and possible outing. Over the next several decades, they lived happy but hidden lives.

But Thea’s health started to decline.

So Edie and Thea got married in 2007 – in Canada – because same-sex marriage wasn’t legal in the United States. Thea died in 2008. Edie found herself with a literal broken heart – and a massive, unjust tax bill.

The Defense of Marriage Act prevented Edie from claiming the spousal inheritance tax exemption that heterosexual couples received. So Edie sued the United States Government. The case eventually made it to the U.S. Supreme Court – and Edie won. DOMA was struck down in 2013, and that set the stage for same-sex marriage to be legalized across the United States two years later.

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Possible ai interpretation, maybe I will use it as inspiration for my own drawing latter?

The Mosquito's Sting: A Tale of Boundaries Challenged

Once upon a time, in an enchanted kingdom, there was a mosquito that carried the West Nile fever. This mosquito bit a wealthy man and a poor one, a Jew and an Arab, a white person and a black person, women and men, hetro cisgenders and LGBTQ+ individuals. The story tells how people created protective barriers and divisions between themselves, but nature, in the form of the mosquito, pierced through these barriers and showed how easily something from each of them could seep into the other, revealing how arbitrary and temporary all these defenses and boundaries truly were.The king of the kingdom ordered the mosquito to be locked in a golden cage and asked the wisest person in the kingdom, a little girl who understood the language of all animals, to talk to the mosquito. The girl listened to the mosquito's story and told the king the moral lesson that the mosquito had taught. Instead of punishing the mosquito, they made it an important minister in the kingdom. The royal physician healed the mosquito, and the kingdom's scientists transformed it into a beautiful prince. The prince married the girl when she became old enough. She was the only one who saw the wisdom in the simple mosquito that had only come to sting.To everyone's surprise, as they did not know enough about science, it turned out that the mosquito was actually a female mosquito. So, the wise girl ended up marrying a mosquito princess who loved to wear princes' clothes. The two of them lived happily ever after, far away from all other humans who were unwilling to give up the barriers and divisions that separated them.When the people discovered that the mosquito was a female who had married a woman, they wanted to punish her. However, the girl, who was once a wise child, ran away with the mosquito princess to the mountains. There, they lived happily, far from people's eyes and the fears that drove society. They talked to animals, studied them, and understood their language. Over the years, they published scientific papers that brought human society closer to their broad worldview.

Coming from a girl :)