the climate in ancient babyloon

Where is Mesopotamia? Babylonia was situated in the area known as Mesopotamia (Greek for "between the rivers"). Mesopotamia was in the Near East in roughly the same geographical position as modern Iraq. Two great rivers flowed through this land: the Tigris and the Euphrates. Along these two rivers were many great trading cities such as Ur and Babylon on the Euphrates.

Tigris and Euphrates Babylonia rests on a flat plain with the two large rivers flowing through it, the Tigris and Euphrates. Their course runs from Anatolia and Syria to the Persian Gulf. Mountains surround the East and North sides of the plain, the Zagros chain and Kurdistan, and the Syrian and Arabian deserts guard the west and south. Climate
In the summertime the climate is hot and dry, and the winter is cold and wet. In the spring the Tigris and Euphrates rivers overflow their banks, flooding great portions of the plain. Lots of water and proper control enabled man in ancient times to produce abundant crops, mostly barley and sesame, with abundant grazing land in the lush meadows for the cattle, sheep and goats. As the hot dry south wind came faithfully the date palm was cultivated and its fruit was ripened. The abundant clay was formed into bricks to build houses and monumental structures, and also provided clay tablets for writing purposes. In order to acquire precious metals, stones and sturdy timber the inhabitants engaged in foreign trade. The vast resource of petroleum was all but useless to ancient man. Today the physical features of the region along with its climate are similar to how it was in the ancient world, and the Arabs who live there still live in a manner very similar to their ancient predecessors. Ideal for Trade Because Babylon was situated on the river Euphrates it was an ideal place for trade. To the north they could trade up the river to Syria and beyond and could act as a staging post with the cities of Sumer to the south. When Babylon became important, people would have wanted to live there because of the economic benefits it would give being in a large city with lots of merchants and tradesmen passing through. An important city like Babylon would also give a greater degree of security to its inhabitants. In Babylonia and in all of southern Mesopotamia there is lots of clay which people could bake and make into bricks with which to build houses. This helped the development of civilization in the area.

Autobiography JMC

Jeremy Mikal Cooper
Autobiogrophy

I was born on December 21, 1993, at 2:30 A.M. in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I am my mother’s only child, and my father’s eighth child. My father was one of nine children born of southern parents. His father was a minister, who pastored for many years the Poplar Street A.M.E Zion Church. I grew up in Germantown. I attended First Morning Star Baptist Church Pre-School. I didnt get a chance to play outside in my neighborhood much because of the drug dealers. Walking home from pre-school with my mom, we saw crack bags, syringes, broken glass, heard fights and lots of cursing. My father would take me to large parking lots to learn how to ride my bike and learn how to skateboard.

I attended Ivy Leaf School for kindergarten, 1st and 2nd grade. I liked the school, but did not like the fact that the African American female teachers seemed to feel the only way to get the kid's attention was to holler. I did not like that. Alot of my classmates didn't like the hollering either. I attended Independence Charter School from 3rd to 8th grade. In 3rd grade, I started taking gymnastics at the Kendrick Recreation Center. I enjoyed my instructor , Mr. Tim. He showed us how to properly tumble, do handstands, cartwheels, and backflips. Mr. Tim and the rest of the instructors prepared us for meets with other gymnastics schools. I won team and individual trophies. At ICS, my math teacher took us on an overnight 3 day camp to do science projects. That was my first overnight camping trip. I loved it.

Shortly thereafter, I joined Cub Scouts Pack 358 located in Germantown. My mom went on many of our cub scout trips, such as fishing, skiing, going to musuems, and the zoo. I did my requirements for the Bobcat badge, Wolf badge,Bear badge, and 1st and 2nd year Webelos badges. I completed the crossover from Cub Scouts to Boy Scouts. During my first Boy Scouts camping trip, I worked hard to receive my Swimming merit badge. It was difficult, but I was determined to get the badge. I was the first new Boy Scout in our troop to get the Swimming merit badge. I started Boy Scouts at the rank of Tenderfoot, and I did the reqirements for Second Class, to First Class, to Star. Two summers ago, I was elected from my troop to become part of an organization called the Order of the Arrow. I completed the requirements to become a member of the O.A. and last summer, completed a higher rank called Brotherhood. I am currently one of the Patrol Leaders of the troop. I am working towards Eagle Scout, the highest Boy Scouts rank.

When I graduate high school, I would like to attend college to study multimedia technology. I would like to work in the field of multimedia tech to include pursuing a career in game development .

An unhappy experience was the sudden death of a good friend of mine who died on the first day of school of heart complications.

School has been a struggle to me. But I know I must do what I have to do in order to do what I want to do.

1)langston hughes:



1)I, too, sing America.I am the darker brother.They send me to eat in the kitchenWhen company comes,But I laugh,And eat well,And grow strong.Tomorrow,I'll be at the tableWhen company comes.Nobody'll dareSay to me,"Eat in the kitchen,"Then.Besides, They'll see how beautiful I amAnd be ashamed--I, too, am America.



2)What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry upLike a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore--And then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over--like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load.Or does it explode?



3)Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long dark way That I had to climb, that I had to know In order that the race might live and grow. Look at my face -- dark as the night -- Yet shining like the sun with love's true light. I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea Carrying in my body the seed of the free. I am the woman who worked in the field Bringing the cotton and the corn to yield. I am the one who labored as a slave, Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave -- Children sold away from me, I'm husband sold, too. No safety , no love, no respect was I due.Three hundred years in the deepest South: But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth . God put a dream like steel in my soul. Now, through my children, I'm reaching the goal. Now, through my children, young and free, I realized the blessing deed to me. I couldn't read then. I couldn't write. I had nothing, back there in the night. Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears, But I kept trudging on through the lonely years. Sometimes, the road was hot with the sun, But I had to keep on till my work was done: I had to keep on! No stopping for me -- I was the seed of the coming Free. I nourished the dream that nothing could smother Deep in my breast -- the Negro mother. I had only hope then , but now through you, Dark ones of today, my dreams must come true: All you dark children in the world out there, Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair. Remember my years, heavy with sorrow -- And make of those years a torch for tomorrow. Make of my pass a road to the light Out of the darkness, the ignorance, the night. Lift high my banner out of the dust. Stand like free men supporting my trust. Believe in the right, let none push you back. Remember the whip and the slaver's track. Remember how the strong in struggle and strife Still bar you the way, and deny you life -- But march ever forward, breaking down bars. Look ever upward at the sun and the stars. Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers Impel you forever up the great stairs -- For I will be with you till no white brother Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother



2) maya angelou



1) You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?'Cause I walk like I've got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I'll rise.Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and lowered eyes?Shoulders falling down like teardrops.Weakened by my soulful cries.Does my haughtiness offend you?Don't you take it awful hard'Cause I laugh like I've got gold minesDiggin' in my own back yard.You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I'll rise.Does my sexiness upset you?Does it come as a surpriseThat I dance like I've got diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history's shameI riseUp from a past that's rooted in painI riseI'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that's wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise.



2)We, unaccustomed to courageexiles from delightlive coiled in shells of lonelinessuntil love leaves its high holy templeand comes into our sightto liberate us into life.Love arrivesand in its train come ecstasiesold memories of pleasureancient histories of pain.Yet if we are bold,love strikes away the chains of fearfrom our souls.We are weaned from our timidityIn the flush of love's lightwe dare be braveAnd suddenly we seethat love costs all we areand will ever be.Yet it is only lovewhich sets us free



3)I KNOW WHYH THE CAGED BIRD SINGS: A free bird leaps on the backOf the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his wing In the orange suns raysAnd dares to claim the sky.But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cageCan seldom see through his bars of rageHis wings are clipped and his feet are tiedSo he opens his throat to sing.The caged bird sings with a fearful trillOf things unknown but longed for stillAnd his tune is heard on the distant hill forThe caged bird sings of freedom.The free bird thinks of another breezeAnd the trade winds soft throughThe sighing treesAnd the fat worms waiting on a dawn-brightLawn and he names the sky his own.But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreamsHis shadow shouts on a nightmare screamHis wings are clipped and his feet are tiedSo he opens his throat to sing.The caged bird sings withA fearful trill of things unknownBut longed for still and hisTune is heard on the distant hillFor the caged bird sings of freedom.



3)paul laurence dunbar



1) SYMPATHY:I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, And the river flows like a stream of glass; When the first bird sings and the first bud opes, And the faint perfume from its chalice steals-- I know what the caged bird feels!I know why the caged bird beats his wing Till its blood is red on the cruel bars; For he must fly back to his perch and cling When he fain would be on the bough a-swing; And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars And they pulse again with a keener sting-- I know why he beats his wing!I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,-- When he beats his bars and he would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings-- I know why the caged bird sings!



2)FREDERICK DOUGLASS: a hush is over all the teeming lists,And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife;A spirit brave has passed beyond the mistsAnd vapors that obscure the sun of life.And Ethiopia, with bosom torn,Laments the passing of her noblest born.She weeps for him a mother's burning tears--She loved him with a mother's deepest loveHe was her champion thro' direful years,And held her weal all other ends above.When Bondage held her bleeding in the dust,He raised her up and whispered, 'Hope and Trust.'For her his voice, a fearless clarion, rungThat broke in warning on the ears of men;For her the strong bow of his pow'r he strungAnd sent his arrows to the very denWhere grim Oppression held his bloody placeAnd gloated o'er the mis'ries of a race.And he was no soft-tongued apologist;He spoke straight-forward, fearlessly uncowed;The sunlight of his truth dispelled the mistAnd set in bold relief each dark-hued cloud;To sin and crime he gave their proper hue,And hurled at evil what was evil's due.Thro' good and ill report he cleaved his wayRight onward, with his face set toward the heights,Nor feared to face the foeman's dread array--The lash of scorn, the sting of petty spites.He dared the lightning in the lightning's track,And answered thunder with his thunder back.When men maligned him and their torrent wrathIn furious imprecations o'er him broke,He kept his counsel as he kept his path;'Twas for his race, not for himself, he spoke.He knew the import of his Master's callAnd felt himself too mighty to be small.No miser in the good he held was he--His kindness followed his horizon's rim.His heart, his talents and his hands were freeTo all who truly needed aught of him.Where poverty and ignorance were rife,He gave his bounty as he gave his life.The place and cause that first aroused his mightStill proved its pow'r until his latest day.In Freedom's lists and for the aid of RightStill in the foremost rank he waged the fray;Wrong lived; His occupation was not gone.He died in action with his armor on!We weep for him, but we have touched his hand,And felt the magic of his presence nigh,The current that he sent thro' out the land,The kindling spirit of his battle-cryO'er all that holds us we shall triumph yetAnd place our banner where his hopes were set!Oh, Douglass, thou hast passed beyond the shore,But still thy voice is ringing o'er the gale!Thou 'st taught thy race how high her hopes may soarAnd bade her seek the heights, nor faint, nor fail.She will not fail, she heeds thy stirring cry,She knows thy guardian spirit will be nigh,And rising from beneath the chast'ning rod,She stretches out her bleeding hands to God!



3)A NEGRO LOVE SONG: Seen my lady home las' night, Jump back, honey, jump back.Hel' huh han' an' sque'z it tight,Jump back, honey, jump back.Hyeahd huh sigh a little sigh,Seen a light gleam f'om huh eye,An' a smile go flittin' by --Jump back, honey, jump back. Hyeahd de win' blow thoo de pine,Jump back, honey, jump back. Mockin'-bird was singin' fine,Jump back, honey, jump back.An' my hea't was beatin' so,When I reached my lady's do',Dat I could n't ba' to go --Jump back, honey, jump back.Put my ahm aroun' huh wais',Jump back, honey, jump back.Raised huh lips an' took a tase,Jump back, honey, jump back.Love me, honey, love me true?Love me well ez I love you?An' she answe'd, "'Cose I do"--Jump back, honey, jump back.

Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long dark way That I had to climb, that I had to know In order that the race might live and grow. Look at my face -- dark as the night -- Yet shining like the sun with love's true light. I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea Carrying in my body the seed of the free. I am the woman who worked in the field Bringing the cotton and the corn to yield. I am the one who labored as a slave, Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave -- Children sold away from me, I'm husband sold, too. No safety , no love, no respect was I due.Three hundred years in the deepest South: But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth . God put a dream like steel in my soul. Now, through my children, I'm reaching the goal. Now, through my children, young and free, I realized the blessing deed to me. I couldn't read then. I couldn't write. I had nothing, back there in the night. Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears, But I kept trudging on through the lonely years. Sometimes, the road was hot with the sun, But I had to keep on till my work was done: I had to keep on! No stopping for me -- I was the seed of the coming Free. I nourished the dream that nothing could smother Deep in my breast -- the Negro mother. I had only hope then , but now through you, Dark ones of today, my dreams must come true: All you dark children in the world out there, Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair. Remember my years, heavy with sorrow -- And make of those years a torch for tomorrow. Make of my pass a road to the light Out of the darkness, the ignorance, the night. Lift high my banner out of the dust. Stand like free men supporting my trust. Believe in the right, let none push you back. Remember the whip and the slaver's track. Remember how the strong in struggle and strife Still bar you the way, and deny you life -- But march ever forward, breaking down bars. Look ever upward at the sun and the stars. Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers Impel you forever up the great stairs -- For I will be with you till no white brother Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother.

I, Too

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--

I, too, am America.

Langston Hughes


langston hughes was born in joplin, missouri on february 1st, 1902. born as james langston hughes, he was born in a abolitionist family. when he was in the 8th grade, he started writing. he was elected as class poet. his father didnt gove him potential to write. hughes attended central high school in cleveland, ohio. his fatherpaid for uition

What is the Most Important Thing Your Parents Have Ever Taught You

What is the Most Important Thing Your Parents Have Ever Taught You?


The most important thing my parents have taught me and are still teaching me is to have a relationship with God. To believe for myself that God exists, to believe for myself that God loves me unconditionally. They teach me to believe that I was created not just by my parents but by the creator of life itself.

As a child, you follow your parents in all the pieces of their lives, their work, their play, their family, and their friends. A huge portion of my parents’ lives is their relationships with God. I’m involved in both my parents’ church families. I’m learning the importance of living my life for God and not living my life for Satan. In my parents teaching me the Bible, I’m learning right from wrong. I’m learning that God has a purpose for my life. I attended Children’s Ministry at church where I learned the bible through stories and song.

Now that I am a teen I am part of the teen ministry and attend full service with the adults. Working within the teen ministry I’m learning how God wants me to handle peer pressure at school,, how to deal with my parents and everyone around me. It’s not easy and I find myself making a lot of mistakes. But I’m also learning that God is patient and merciful and forgives me. When I come home from school and tell my parents things that bother me they always want to know what part I played in the situation and could I have handled it differently. They always tell me I shouldn’t allow the other kids to be the reason why I make a bad decision.

I’m not always happy with trying to follow God’s will. It seems better for me to do the opposite. Be mad at my mom for making me do things I don’t want to do. Lying about doing something when I really didn’t feel like doing it. Taking stuff even after she told me no. Listening to music I know she doesn’t want me listening to. I don’t see anything wrong with what I’m doing. But I’m learning that if you’re not doing God’s will, you’re doing Satan’s will. I don’t want to follow Satan.

In my parents’ teachings about God, I’m learning they are not perfect. They make mistakes. They ask God for forgiveness. I’m learning that God is our Heavenly Father and we are all his children. My parents teaching me about God and helping me realize I need a relationship with Him for my life to be on track is the most important they have taught and are continuing to teach me.

Questions to the Democratic Candidates for President of the United States of America

Q.A.D.

Questions to Barack Obama:

1) What will you do to change our country's health care system not just for low income families but for middle income families?

2) Why do you think that you are the best candidate for president?

3) Do you think Black America will vote for you because of your race or your issues?

4) Do you have concerns that America is not ready for a Black President?

5) Are you disappointed that some very influential Black Americans, such as Maya Angelo are not backing you?

6) Why would you not want Hilary Clinton as your running mate for Vice President?


Questions to Hilary Clinton:

1) If you want change, why do you spend so much time 'trashing' Mr. Obama? That doesn't sound like change to me.

2) How will your perspective of handling the country be different that a man's perspective?

3) Do you really think countries that do not hold women in as high regard as the United States would accept you as the leader of the free world?

4) Do you feel women will vote for you because you are a woman or because of your issues?

5. Do you think America is ready for a female president? Why or why not?

6. Why would you not consider Mr. Obama as your running mate for Vice President?