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Tell Me Who I Am

One reader of my book wrote a review of it in his blogg. Take a look.

Book Review: "Tell Me Who I Am" by Kirsten Nour Namskau
I began reading Kirsten Namskau's blog a little while back after I found her on Princess Sapphire's links.

Immediately, I liked reading her stories, finding them a refreshing change of pace from the political blogs I had been reading.

Noticing that Kirsten had recently published her book, I decided to check it out.

I received it in the mail today and finished it in about 2 hours .

First off, this book was not what I expected.

It is actually an autobiographical work that is more terrifying than any horror novel and at times more sorrowful than the classic tragic dramas.

If you are skeptical person like I am I urge you to keep an open mind when reading this book. Kirsten Namskau reminds the reader many times that you are free to take or leave any of the experiences she describes.

I believe she put it succinctly when her book was described as the authentic Divinci Code .

I was able to relate to some chapters right away because my father studied yoga and spiritual meditation and my mother was a psychic and clairvoyant.

I have personally witnessed some of the phenomena that Kirsten describes in her book and like her, I don't care who believes me.

"Tell Me Who I Am" is definitely a page turner no matter what your spiritual or political beliefs are. This book trancends, religion, spirituality, politics and social morality.

After reading this book, don't be surprised if you look over your shoulder a little more often.
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4 COMMENTS:
Princess Saphire said...
ooo. book review.

looks like i have to get my hands on this book soon.

"After reading this book, don't be surprised if you look over your shoulder a little more often."

cant help getting goose bumps when i read this....
2:43 AM
MrsJoseGoldbloom said...
I too enjoy Kirstens blog and I am planning on reading her book. Glad to hear you liked it that makes me all the more anxious to reading it.
10:15 AM
Lexcen said...
Thanks for the review. I'm still waiting for my book in the mail.
4:07 PM
Kirsten N. Namskau said...
Thank you for the review. I feel honored.

As all of you know, my book will be translated to Russian and be ready for the Russian marked in the beginning of January 2007.
I am very excited because the Russian marked is the third biggest marked in the world after English and Chinese.
My Russian Publisher commented my book with: “Your book is the live version of *Davinci Code*”
I think that is the best comment I have got. I am proud . . . Also by the fact that it was the Publisher who contacted me, and not the opposite way around. . . I know that other books are on the marked for years, before they get translated to other languages. This book took only 4 weeks on the marked.

Not only that, but at the time, I am also in contact with a Danish publisher for the possibility of translating the book to Danish . . . And . . . I am in contact with 3 film-companies in USA.
Nothing is decided yet, but. . . time will show.

To all of you who have read my blog, and believe the stories is taken from the book . . . It is not.
My blog is one thing . . . my book is something else.

Title: "Tell Me Who I Am"
ISBN: 18440 17370

4 weeks after my book came on the marked; I have had only positive response.
I had an 1 hour program on Radio Egypt about the book and people travelled for more than 1 hour to come to the shop which sell it here in Cario. (The Book-spot no 75 Road 9, Maadi)
3 journalists have the book in order to write a review, (Al Ahram Weekly & Cairo Today) + one from a film-company who want to see if it is possible to turn some of the chapters into film-manuscript. They also want to introduce me to an Arabic Publisher who can translate the book to Arabic.
Suddenly I came in contact with one of the biggest Russian Publisher who wanted to translate the book to Russian. It is now “in box” and the book will be on the Russian marked in January 2007 and will be announced out as “The Book Of The Month”.
It is also interest from Denmark and the possibility for that it will be translated Danish.

Well, if it continue like this . . . then I will not complain.

It seems. . . That the truth about “The democracy of evilness” sell.

My dear family.

I love you,
but you don’t love me.
I have photos of you on the wall,
But you tear the photos of me in pieces.
I remember all of you,
but all of you want to forget me and tell you don’t know me.
I follow your steps by secret ways
You throw my letters and close the phone
And try to forget me . . . .
But I love you.

When we read about countries in war and how people have been tortured in jail, we shout our troth out in discuss. But I was not in jail, have never done anything criminal . . . . I only come from a country where all the people in the country are under an “iron-hand.”
When people are tortured in war or in prison, they get sympathy, help and are understood in their trauma.
But people from my country are not allowed to talk about it. The more tortured you are, the more do “they” watch you to ensure you don’t talk.
I know that all of you have forgotten the entire trauma we experienced in the past. Everybody in the country is regular manipulated and brain-controlled. All newborn babies get automatically the matrix . . . “to their own best” they say. They don’t tell you, it’s obligatory.
If they ask . . . then the real question is: “Shall we put it inn with or without you knowledge, because we will put it inn anyway.”
It is the same when they need organ-donors. They can not use organs from dead people, everybody with knowledge know that. They have to take it from regular healthy people and they don’t ask. They only take you . . .
When I asked for help and even went so far as to the government, because I believed they didn’t know what went on “under the carpet” in the country. I did the biggest mistake in my life. Because they do know, and as a matter of fact, I discovered that it is they who is partly behind it all.
It was when they started to use you, my children, as crowbar to get what they wanted from me. . . . It was then I left. That is the reason for why I left and that is the reason for why I had to let it appear as if I only left you, without regret.
I left you to protect you from going through the same as me. To succeed, I also had to take the world’s governments attention toward the name of this family and its member.
And I have succeeded, I know . . . for your part at least

When I left, you were too small to be told, but now you are grown up enough.
When I now tell you . . . you will remember . . . .
How they went inn and out in our home as they liked, how they took whatever they wanted from our home . . . even our furniture, jewelries, money, clothes and accessories (They emptied my account regular) . . . Simply because we had more or better quality than what “they” said we needed. That is how it is in that country.
They abused me and raped me in front of your eyes. They tortured me with electricity and red-hot iron-stick, so my uterus got permanent destroyed and my vagina so much burned so when it started to heal, it grew together and closed me completely. Then they opened me by force with regular tools (drilbor). They brainwashed me every day/night, because they said I knew too much. “No one needs to have knowledge as an encyclopedia.” They said.
They disturbed my sight by eye-torture . . . Cutting off a piece of the eye-apple, press pins and needles into my eyes.
They kidnapped me and used me as surrogate-mother, where they implanted embryos in my body . . . . not only human embryos, but animal embryos too . . . especial from dogs.
They draw off my nails and crushed the joints of my finger with tong . . . Which made a permanent damage.
They kidnapped me in the middle of the day in the middle of the city and took me to a hospital . . . where they used me as organ-donor. They took one kidney, half of my liver and ¾ of my lung. This reduces me quite a bit, and I sometimes have problem getting enough oxygen.
They narcotized me with something which made me temporary blind, dressed me naked and let me out in the street.
They forced me to “work” at night in a human slaughterhouse. (Yes, you read correct.) A lot of people disappear every day and never get found. Both the police and the government know where they are . . . They are sent to the slaughterhouse and the meat is sold in the supermarket. (I shaved the hair off the head of the people after they have been slaughtered. The head is used as tinned animal food.)
Still it is more to tell, but I stop here. . . . but you can not understand why I run away????
If I didn’t do as told and accepted what they did to me, they went on you, my children.

When my oldest son was 3 months old, he had problem to keep the food and started to vomit. He was sent to hospital . . . . where they tortured him so much, so he got a permanent damage. He had been screaming in pain so his vocal cord busted.
They tortured him so much so they didn’t want to send him home again and didn’t dear to show him to dad and me when we came to the hospital. They had simply in mind to use him as researching-rabbit until he died of the injuries.
It was not before I called a lawyer and a German new-paper, they let him come home with the words: “If we tell anything, they will take him back and accuse us for the damage.”
When he went to Sandbekken secondary school, he got sexual abused by the school doctor.

When my daughter got born, they only came into our home in the middle of the night and took her . . . . and when they came back with her, they had tried to drown her, calling it cradle-death. That is the truth about cradle-death. That is why children dead by “cradle-death” have water in their lungs. But I was awake and started first-aid on her and was able to bring her back to life.
The social-teacher at your school in Enebakk, tried to train you to become a narcotic. She enforced you to go to a studio, owned by a member of the government (Jan Frydenlund) together with the father you’re your best school-mate from Askim, to take dangerous sexual picture . . . in the school-time and you was told not to tell us parents. You got sexual abused by your dentist, at Flateby shopping-center. How they kidnapped you and took you to other parts of the country, narcotized you and let you off to become a “runaway” youth, but you called me and I went all the way, no matter how far and brought you home. They did the same when you went on your first holiday alone, to Spain. They narcotized you so you slept 48 hours and lost the plane home. They hoped you would not know what to do, so they could come and “rescue” you and sell you as a sex-slave to Morocco. But you called home, thanks God and I sent money for a new ticked home. How the son of one of them became your “boyfriend” only to come close enough to try to kill you. But I understood a hint and called your father to go and get you . . . and that was in the last minute he came.

My youngest son, got sexual abused in Flateby kindergarten in Enebakk, when he was 3 years old and they wanted to blame dad for it. But I contacted a lawyer and the health department of the government. He was not only sexual abused . . . They also used to lock up children in a bind-locker. One day he had been in the locker the whole day, without food or water or fresh air. When I came to collect him, he was still in the locker, fainted of lack of oxygen. Still they tried to blame us, the parents. But we were too strong to put the blame on and the kindergarten was taken under control by the authority. It showed up that he was not the only one abused.

Later, the “Norwegian mafia” came at night and day and took both him and his brother for regular torture and abuse. He got harassed by his teacher at school, where she even denied him to eat his food and one time even threw his food in the trash.
And still it is more to tell . . . but I stop here . . .

I tried with all I had to prevent this from happen, without success. When my boyfriend Kevin, who worked in FBI, also became pedophilia after a course in FBI, and started to abuse all of you sexually I panicked. I tried to end the relation with Kevin, but that was not so easy. He came any way.
It was then I left you to live with your father. I hoped that by leaving you, you would somehow get a more silent life. I left you . . . Not for my sake, but for your sake. But I never stopped loving you or thinking of you.
I don’t expect you to forgive me for leaving you, but you shall know the truth of why I left.
Since I can not reach you on the phone or by letter, since you have banned me and also because all mail and telephone-calls are censured in the country. I write this letter to be shown in public.

To the public . . . who maybe wonder what country is this, which treat people like this? I will tell you . . . That is Norway . . . . Talking about dictatorship . . . Behind the glorious curtain of Norway, you have the worse dictatorship in the world. You can never feel safe for your children, not even when they are at school or kindergarten . . . Not even when they sleep at night. Stay awake one night, all unexpected . . . maybe you will be surprised by a “visitor” during the night.
The people who control the country . . . are the Free Mason and the Rosicrucian’s . . . .
Several members of the government have been directly involved with negative forces in this case, by abuse, torture, harassment and more. They know about what is happening, even the fact that it is sold human meat in the stores. When I asked for help by contacting the government directly, they made the situation only worse than ever. Because now, they knew that I knew too much . . . and they got afraid that I should start to talk about it.
I told them once: “ leave me in peace and I will not talk.”

But they didn’t leave me in peace. They took everything I had and everything I am able to get, they only come and take what they want. Money, jewelry, clothes, decorations, utensils, even the furniture . . . one day, they only locked themselves inn and took the new-bought furniture and left behind something they had taken from a trash-place. They went into my bank-account with false papers and signature and regular used my account and in cases emptied it.
Get a lawyer and go to court???
I tried . . . but then I was judged to be deprived of all human rights and all lawyers should refuse my approach. (Even this is against The Human Rights. But by this judge . . . I could not even get a lawyer to bring my case to the court of Human Rights.)

Finally I have taken this decision: It is OK . . . I will not run away any more. My body is so destroyed, both internal and external so I will not be able to take much more torture before I die. Now my children are grown up enough and I know the world’s authorities are watching over them. If Norway shall not loose face, they have to leave you in peace . . . somehow. I made only ONE goal more before I give up . . . ready to die . . .

I will not leave this world, before I have marked the soil I have been walking.

Now . . . I have marked the soil . . . with this letter and the book I have written about my life . . . .

Title of the book: . . . . . . . . . “Tell me who I am”
ISBN-number: . . . . . . . . . . . 1 84401 737 0
Publisher: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Athena press

It is now 17 years since I left you. 17 years since I saw you. I have grandchildren I have not seen. I could not come to my daughter’s wedding. I could not come to my mother’s funeral or the funeral of my brother’s wife.
I am a runaway woman. But I love you . . . no matter how far away . . . I love you.

With all the best wishes, kisses and hug . . .

From mamma; Kirsten Rosemarie Nour El Islam Namskau

The book is now for sale in the stores. If your book-store doesn’t have it, ask them to order it from one of these distributors: Gardners in the UK and Ingrams in the US, or from distributors like: Ottakars, Waterstones or WHSmiths. Or you can order it from ~.amazon.com ~.amazon.co.uk or directly from the publisher
~.athenapress.com

The title of the book: . . . . . “Tell me who I am”
ISBN-number: . . . . . . . . . . . 1 84401 737 0
Publisher: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Athena press

The book is now for sale in the stores. If your book-store doesn’t have it, ask them to order it from one of these distributors: Gardners in the UK and Ingrams in the US, or from distributors like: Ottakars, Waterstones or WHSmiths. Or you can order it from ~.amazon.co.uk ~.amazon.com or directly from the publisher
~.athenapress.com

Review of the book
This is a tremendously personal and very unusual book that almost defies description.
It is an account of an individual odyssey through many ways and byways of life and experience. It has some reflections, on the dichotomies of life as a Palestinian, as a wife, as a victim and as a conqueror; but it is not didactic, we do not feel that the author is marching to the beat of one particular drum.
Rather, she allows a free consciousness to associate, or equally to disassociate.
The reader will, when they reach the end, know that they have shared an artistic experience with the writer, the teacher, the companion.
This unusual and poetic creation could, we believe, find a readership.
Mark Sykes
Consultant Editor-In-Chief.

COVER BLURB

Author: Kirsten Nour namskau
Title: Tell Me Who I Am
She is a woman with God-given powers, and the forces of evil are out to get her. Who are they, these powerful and sinister bodies which seem to be all-powerful and are prepared to kidnap, brainwash and rape to gain control of her? They are shadowy organizations which indulge in nameless and terrible practices.
But what are the strange powers she has, and where do they come from? If they come from God, then which God? The God of Christianity or the God of Islam, or another God altogether?
This thought-provoking book is a combination of high drama and profound meditation on the nature of religious truth.

Review of the book

This is a tremendously personal and very unusual book that almost defies description.

It is an account of an individual odyssey through many ways and byways of life and experience. It has some reflections, on the dichotomies of life as a Palestinian, as a wife, as a victim and as a conqueror; but it is not didactic, we do not feel that the author is marching to the beat of one particular drum.

Rather, she allows a free consciousness to associate, or equally to disassociate.

The reader will, when they reach the end, know that they have shared an artistic experience with the writer, the teacher, the companion.

This unusual and poetic creation could, we believe, find a readership.

Mark Sykes
Consultant Editor-In-Chief.

COVER BLURB

Author: Kirsten Nour namskau

Title: Tell Me Who I Am

She is a woman with God-given powers, and the forces of evil are out to get her. Who are they, these powerful and sinister bodies which seem to be all-powerful and are prepared to kidnap, brainwash and rape to gain control of her? They are shadowy organizations which indulge in nameless and terrible practices.

But what are the strange powers she has, and where do they come from? If they come from God, then which God? The God of Christianity or the God of Islam, or another God altogether?

This thought-provoking book is a combination of high drama and profound meditation on the nature of religious truth.

The book can now be ordered up front (before it comes on the marked) directly from the publisher by e-mail: info@athenapress.com

Title of the book: “Tell Me Who I Am”

ISBN: . . . . . . . . . . 1-84401-737-0

Publisher: . . . . . . . Athena Press

Author: . . . . . . . . . Kirsten Nour namskau

Kirsten Nour namskau

Hi friends and listeners

I’m sorry, I have had a time absent from talk-show.
Not only talk-show actually, but from everything. Do you know this feeling; you suddenly feel empty of everything? Tied up without being tied? Don’t know what to do or say although you have a lot on your mind? Feel drained and sick of everything although you are absolute healthy? The feeling of that the life claims the ultimate patient, understanding and intelligence from you and you don’t know why or for what reason?
Well, that is how I have felt lately and I went hibernating for some weeks.
And I now believed that I was refreshed . . . . but I was not.
I had forgotten all the mess at podOmatic.
I have now for 8 hours tried to tell a 10 minutes story, and still it didn’t went through. All the time, after recording and try to save, I get the message that a bug was around, so I had to do the recording over & over & over again. Then the internet is so slow, so from recording to save it goes so long time so I get the message: “Page expired” . When it finally seems to have gone through, the invitation to you comes before I can view if the page is OK . . . and it was not OK. The talk-show was not appearing on directory-page and on the public-page the “play-button” was missing and I can’t even correct anything, since I don’t have it on the directory page.
After 8 hours, I am hungry, thirsty and have a major headache. I don’t know what the others on podOmatic are doing . . . maybe they don’t have anything else to do during the day, but I have.
I am sorry for the inconvenience; I am closing this talk-show. But you are all welcome to visit my blog at Blogspot.com (Kirsten Namskau’s blog) Please copy and paste the link into your browser. To only click on the link maybe doesn't work at podOmatic.

http://kirsten-namskaus-blogg.blogspot.com/

And it took me 2 hour to bring out this notice correct. This is BULLSHIT.
Kirsten Nour Namskau

Who become street-children in a city like Cairo?
Some of the children are run-away children from poor families, some are children set out by their parents because of one or another defect, like the girl I told you about in the previous story, but most of the street-children are actually children who have lost their way home.

Must you receive the security and peace you need to feel safe.

Music: “Will you still love me tomorrow” by Smokie

The best way of learning a new place, I found out, was to take any bus to the end-station and back again. Write down the number of the bus, from where you took it, where it went around town and the name of the end-station.
Usually, this brings up some funny experiences with the other on the bus and the bus-driver, who believe you have gone lost . . . .
But sometimes, you get witness to something you wish you never had experienced.

I hope you find peace in your heart to care for those who need care today.

In a period of my life, I worked as a free-lance journalist. I travelled around the world and wrote travelling-letters . . . One time . . .
I should come with a Bedouin-caravan from place to place, for 1 month in the desert of Saudi Arabia.

Must peace, romance and laughter fill your day.

If you listened to my previous story, this is what happened next . . .
The story is true . . . Don’t ask; how come I didn’t took fire . . . I don’t know, but it leaves some thoughts in my mind. Maybe it was one of the riddle Madam Viorica told me to repeat after her which hold the fire away from me?
If so, why didn’t the witches in the 1700 use this riddle when they were burned to death as heretics? Was it maybe because they actually were not witches, but herbalists, midwives etc.?

Must peace and safety follow you today.

Music: “Who wants to live forever” by Sarah Brightman

If you ever go to Romania, you will get the message; never to be outside after 10:00pm. (22:00)
That is not a joke. A proverb says: “ It never smokes without a fire.”
I lived in Romania for 1 ½ years . . . and I believed it was a joke they used to keep some mystery around the history of Romania.
I should soon learn to know different.
This story is true ...

Must you have peace and feel safe on your journey through this day.

Have you read the story in the Bible about the fall of the wall of Jerico? I have always wondered about; what kind of sound was that, which was so strong that it could break a city-wall? The soldiers were walking around the City-wall, playing on flutes in a special way. If sounds and music can have that effect, can it also have an effect on people’s health?

I hope you will feel re-energized and uplifted today.

Music: “woodwinds in the forest” by Søren Hyldgaard

Have you ever felt hate in such a way, so you feel that you never want to talk to that person again? When / if you think back at the situation which brought you to hate that much . . . Do you still feel the level of hate is accurate according to what happened?

Must peace and forgiveness indulge you today.

Music: From the album “Angle Delight” by Mike Rowland

Throughout centuries it has been different kinds of discriminations in the world. Between black & white people . . . Healthy & disable people . . . men & women. First time I fully understood the word “discrimination”, I was 9 years, going in 3rd grade at school.

I hope you reach your highest goal in peace and harmony . . .

Music: “Return to innocents” By Christian Alvad & “Ameno” By Yanni

Life holds many aspects. Sometimes it is about you and your life, but sometimes you are involved in a case which is actually not any of your business, but still the situation makes a kind of mark in your mind and soul, although you maybe was only a viewer, doing nothing, or did not interfere at all in any way.
But, some times it’s difficult to be a viewer without being able to do anything to help.

Must peace and understanding company you today.

Music: “Only sixteen” By Dr. Hook “Never be anyone else but you” By Ricky Nelson

I hope you don’t mind . . . But today I want to make some reflections about life.
When I look around, I feel so strange sometime, because I don’t know if it’s me who are mind-crippled or what shall I feel. While I feel for live a silent life in harmony, without harm, pain, disgrace, crime and so . . . I notice that more and more of what was my friends, choose to live like a “zombie”, get beaten up and feel loved when their partner call them names, which for me . . . Well what can I say???
But the reflection I have made is; How do we expect “Paradise” to be??? How do you want “Paradise” to be??

~ Must you find your kind of peace and enter your Paradise when you are ready.

Music: “Mary’s Halloween” & “Midwinter-song” By Lars Trier

I have these last days told some stories which shows that animals also feel, care and have concern. The story of today gives a sign of that also birds, duck and alike also contain more that only instincts.

Must peace and understanding of the nature and animals life approach you today.

Music: From the album “No stress II”

The opening of todays Cast, is me singing a Chinese baby-song, about an elephant-mom telling her baby; That today they should go to a big mall and in the crowd it’s easy to get lost, so always hold tight in mamas tail.
This is a good advise for both animals and human, I think . . . and this brings me to today’s story, which happened to me long time ago.

Must peace and safety indulge you today.

Music: From the album “Conquest of paradise” By Vangelis

Have you ever heard about “horse-whispering”?
The word horse-whispering is an umbrella-word for the ability to “talk” with the animals.
Animals communicate through signals, body-language and they can hear the sound-wave of the thoughts. The sounds they give is of lower importance if the other part is inside view. If the other part is out of view, then the sound is the signal of its presence and to support its thoughts over distance.
To be able to “talk” with the animals . . . You have to know these signals, rules and show respect, for the species you want to communicate with.

Must peace and faith company you today.

Music: From the album “ Magic of Vienna.”

Today, I only want to give my opinion about something which more and more often enter my life in one or another way.

So often do I get questions about the nature and animals feelings and love-life. Do they feel and love, or is it only an “instinct”?
So I ask . . . what is instinct?

Must the peace and wonder of the nature emerge I your mind today.

Music: From the album “Silents”

Please, leave your comment, record a comment or you can send me a letter . . click on one of the options on the right side of this page.

What do we actually mean, when we say we love someone?
In the past they were thought that if you loved you child, you should punish him/her. With the result that parents punished their children either they had done something wrong or not. They got punished for what they had done and what they were “going to do” in the future.

Parents abuse their children sexually and say it is because they love them.
Husbands ill-treat and are abusive towards their wives with the words that it is because they love them. They say that their jealousy is a result of their love.

The love shows up in a way so I feel for saying: “ Please don’t love me, it hurts too much.”

Must love and peace reach your heart today.

Music: From the album “Flying Dreams.” By Søren Hyldgaard

Today, I want to approach a rather sensitive area . . . Abortion. I am neither for nor against making abortion, but I am against the way of immorality which result in unwanted pregnancy. I was rised with the moral which said: “If you don’t want a child . . . don’t have unprotected intercourse. And don’t sleep with a man at all, if you don’t want a child with him, because even the best preventive can fail.”
To day, I want to try an act-play . . . I will try to be the voice of the unborn child.

Must you have the peace of mind to make the correct decisions today.

Music: “Adagio in C minor” by Yanni . . . “Theme from insp. Morse” by Barington Pheloung . . . "Children" by Robert Miles

What is your favourite game or play . . . or if you are an adult what was your favourite when you were a child?
When I was a child, we had so many plays and games to play . . . Hop-scotch, skipping-rope and skipping elastic, ball-games, and so many others activities so it kept us busy the whole day.
One of the favourite games of the boys was “cowboys and red Indians.”

Must the joy and playfulness of life enrich your life today.

Music: “In papas garden” by Kim Menzer / “Don Pedros siesta” by Lars Trier

The story of today, you maybe have heard before, because I know it has gone around the world with the notice; “Author unknown” But is MY story. It was I who had the dream and told the story the first time in grate 8 at Pakistan International School in Egypt in 1992. What I did not know, was that some of the students used to record the lessons to use it as a kind of review when they came home. One of the boys sent the story to a magazine but forgot to tell who the author was.
One day, one of the girls opened the lesson start crying and announced that God did not love her because she was black and because they had to leave their original country as refugees.
I told her:”Maryam, God loves you . . . black or white, man or woman, old or young, healthy or disable . . . God loves you . . .
It was then I told this story to the class . . .

Must you feel the peace and grace of God today.

Music: From the album “Kiss the forest”

I am sure that all countries have their special peculiarities to care for as . . dogmas or superstition.
In Scandinavia we have a lot of different gnomes, goblins, pixies and troll. They are about 20 – 50 cm tall.

Must this day be full of peace and wonder . . . for you.

Music: From the album “Frontejas” by Tish Hinojosa

It's laundry-day today . . . . The sun is shining . . . the spring has arrived Cairo.
What can possible happen when you do the laundry? Well . . . listen to the story of to-day . . .
And hi there . . . remember to take the children out of the clothes before you wash them.
And most of all, remember to leave a comment and tell your friends about my show at podOmatic

Must peace and laughter fill your day

(This is a copy of an earlier PodCast, since the "play" button dissapeared on the original Cast.)

The memories of tomorrow is what we experience today . . . The memories we have today is what we already have experienced.
Sometimes, it a good idea to only sit down a take a look back in time . . . not what has happened to you, but what you have brought into your own life to remember. It tells you a little about yourself . . .

Must peace and joy today bring happy memories to you tomorrow.

Music: From the album “I say a little prayer” by Jackie Leven

It is strange with the memory . . . to remember our childhood is often more easy than to remember last week.
As children, we are all so wonderful innocent….we only don’t know about it before we got older.

Must peace and the wonder of the world bring you to feel new-born today

Music: From the album “Golden melodies from Strauss family”

How do you feel about yourself? Today we hear so much about all kind of options we can do to improve our looking . . . face-life, bottox, silicon-implants, breast-enlargements, penis-enlargments . . . and I don’t know all . . .
Is it always a positive solution?
Listen to today’s story about what may happen . . . .

Must the beauty of the natural you, bring you to make peace with yourself.

Music: “If I say you have a beautiful body” By The Bellamy Brothers

I wonder . . . have you ever bullied anyone at school . . . as a child? Or were you the one who got bullied? Or, maybe you have a child who gets bullied at school?
The story of today is about a boy who got bullied in the school I went to as a child.

Must the strength of mental peace help you to overcome the daily problems.

Music: From the album “The magic of panpipe”

Good morning, friends . . .
I hope this day will become the best day of your life.
Someone asked me, long time ago: “What troubles you the most in Egypt?”
I answered: “The traffic . . . They don’t have any traffic-culture, rules, proper driving-license or traffic signs.”
I came to think about a story someone told me long time ago . . . .

Take a peace of mind and drive safe on the road today.

Music: From the album “Flying wings”

What is the most difficult question you can get from a child?
I have discovered that many feel the most difficult question, is the question about the death.
Today, I will tell you how I usually deal with the situation, when a child approaches me with the question about death.

Must a peaceful mind make you enjoy the life of today.

Music: From the album "Angle Delight"

Sometime you feel the life is so hard, so you can wonder if it is suitable for children. The story of today will give you a glimpse of that also children can meet an aspect of life which brings you to understand how important it is to support the children’s needs of being understood emotional.

Must peace and healthy energies infuse you today.

Music from the album: "Shiatsu 5"

Many times in life, we go through situations which make a kind of scar in our hearts.
The story I will tell today, has made a scar in my heart and is one of the reason for that I later stopped working as a teacher.

Must peace and safety follow you though your day.

Music: Vangelis album “Conquest of Paradise”

Have you ever been in the situation where you feel exposed in wrong way?
Well, it’s many ways of being exposed and today’s story is one way of being exposed . . . in wrong way . . . .maybe . . . . maybe not . . . you decide . . .

Must your day be peaceful and “fully dressed” .

Music: Caverna magica & theme from "The mission" from the album: No Stress II

The story of today has to do with honesty and trust to your God.
Were-ever you travel in the world . . . YOUR God travels with you . . .
and never plea guilty to something you have NOT done . . . If you have a honest mind, your God will help you out . . .

Must peace and honesty grow in your foot-steps

It's laundry-day today . . . . The sun is shining . . . the spring has arrived Cairo.
What can possible happen when you do the laundry? Well . . . listen to the story of to-day . . .
And hi there . . . remember to take the children out of the clothes before you wash them.
And most of all, remember to leave a comment and tell your friends about my show at podOmatic

Must peace and laughter fill your day

The story of today happened to me in 1989.
Danger is all around us . . . But the biggest danger is when it is released by the people you trust.

Must peace be with you this day.

Sorry folks. . . . . . . . I give up.
I have now tried for 10 hour to bring this to work . . . . and it doesn't work, so this was obviously not for me. Sorry for the inconvinious . . .
Peace

Welcome to my podCast. My name is Kirsten Nour Namskau. I’m born in Scandinavia but live in Egypt. I have written a book about my life . . . maybe it will become my life . . . maybe it will take my life.
This podCast is not about my book. The book is of one side of my life, this podCast is of another side of my life. The book will hopefully come out before the summer 2006. (I will update you.)
This podCast is stories from my life, thoughts and opinions and food for the soul.
I also have a blog at yahoo360 and at MSN, but this podCast will then be Auditive.
Enjoy my show . . . . and have a nice day.

Welcome to my podCast. My name is Kirsten Nour Namskau. I’m born in Scandinavia but live in Egypt. I have written a book about my life . . . maybe it will become my life . . . maybe it will take my life.
This podCast is not about my book. The book is of one side of my life, this podCast is of another side of my life. The book will hopefully come out before the summer 2006. (I will update you.)
This podCast is stories from my life, thoughts and opinions and food for the soul.
I also have a blog at yahoo360 and at MSN, but this podCast will then be Auditive.
Enjoy my show . . . . and have a nice day.