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Ya'bad
Ya'bad (Arabic: يعبد; Hebrew: יעבד) is a Palestinian town in the northern West Bank, 20 kilometers west of Jenin in the Jenin Governorate. It is a major agricultural town with most of its land covered with olive groves and grain fields. According to the Palestinian Central Bureau of Statistics, the town had a population of 13,640 in 2007. Its mayor is Samer Abu Baker who was elected in 2005.
History
In 1596 Ya'bad appeared in the Ottoman tax registers as being in the nahiya of Jabal Sami in the liwa of Nablus. It had a population of 62 households, all Muslim. Taxes were paid on wheat, barley, summer crops, occasional revenues, goats and beehives, and a press for olives or grapes. A waqf was dedicated to Halil ar-Rahman. In the 17th-18th centuries, Ya'bad was well known for producing the best cheese in Samaria. Politically it was ruled by the Qadri clan allied with the powerful Abd al-Hadi clan.
In 1870 French explorer Victor Guérin noted Ya'bad situated "on a hill", while in the Palestine Exploration Fund's Survey of Western Palestine (1882), Yabid was described as "a good-sized stone village, with some Christian families and two factions of Moslems, called respectively the 'Abd el Hady and the Beni Tokan, living in separate quarters. The village stands on a ridge, with a well to the south and a small separate quarter on the east, in which is a small Mukam."
Radio Stations - Ya'bad
| RADIO STATION | GENRE | LOCATION |
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| Free Palestine Radio | World Middle East | Palestine |
| Alaqsa Voice | Talk | Palestine |
| Al-Quds Radio | News,World Middle East | Palestine |
| Raya FM | Varied | Palestine |
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by: OpethGhost of Mother
Lingering death
Ghost on Mother's bed
Black strands on the pillow
Contour of her health
Twisted face upon the head
Ghost of perdition
Stuck in her chest
A warning no one read
Tragic friendship
Called inside the fog
Pouring venom brew deceiving
Devil cracked the earthly shell
Foretold she was the one
Blew hope into the room and said:
"You have to live before you die young"
Holding her down
Channeling darkness
Hemlock for the Gods
Fading resistance
Draining the weakness
Penetrating inner light
Road into the dark unaware
Winding ever higher
Darkness by her side
Spoke and passed her by
Dedicated hunter
Waits to pull us under
Rose up to its call
In his arms she'd fall
Mother light received
And a faithful servant's free
In time the hissing of her sanity
Faded out her voice and soiled her name
And like marked pages in a diary
Everthing seemed clean that is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Decide what is clear and what's within a haze
What you should take and what to give
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A saint's premonition's unclear
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To see a beloved son
In despair of what's to come
If one cut the source of the flow
And everything would change
Would conviction fall
In the shadow of the righteous
The phantasm of your mind
Might be calling you to go
Defying the forgotten mortals