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SUNFLOWER CHONG, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! DON’T LET THE LYING SHEEP SILENCE YOUR IMPORTANT TRUTH.
GOD BLESS SUNFLOWER CHONG.EUGENE JACKSON ILLUMINATI WATCHER SECRETS
THE WAY I FIGHT BACK IS THROUGH MY TRUTH BLOGS
https://palestinesouldoftheworld.com
https://zionismcursoftheworld.com
https://putinandxisavetheworld.com
MY BOOK IS READY……chongsunwah@protonmail.com
2) PALESTINE FREEDOM CREAMING – Defying SLUT Miriam Adelson
“PALESTINE FREEDOM CREAMING” book is dedicated to PALESTINE
https://palestinesouloftheworld.com/2025/03/30/palestine-freedom-creaming-book-is-dedicated-to-palestine/
The title of this book was coined by “Sunflower Pacifist Army” after I did the creaming in 2014 to expose the evilness of Zionism. All the creaming videos were posted on YouTube and on my old blog https://sunflowerchongsunwah.com but the evil Slut Miriam Adeslon got her gang of evil Zionist bitches to remove it. I have decided to compile all these materials into a book to share with you how this billionaire bitch had attacked me since 2014 because I had created a petition for a Palestinian Homeland.
Call For Support For A Palestinian State – Online Petition
http://www.gopetition.com/petitions/call-for-support-for-a-palestinian-state.html
I HOPE ALL OF YOU WILL GIVE ME THE SUPPORT BECAUSE THE FUND COLLECTED FOR THIS BOOK WILL BE DONATED TO GAZA REBUILDING FUNDS.
TABLE OF CONTENT
CHAPTER ONE
Introduction
CHAPTER TWO
Letters To President George
CHAPTER THREE
Letter To Barack Obama
CHAPTER FOUR
Netanyahu’s Dangerous Game with Iran
CHAPTER FIVE
The Joint Comprehensive Plan Of Action (JCPOA)
CHAPTER SIX
The Signing Agreement
CHAPTER SEVEN
My Letter To The US Senators
CHAPTER EIGHT
The Petition for a Palestinian Homeland
CHAPTER NINE
The Jew Girl Creamed
CHAPTER TEN
CREAMING ATTACKS!!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The Symbolism Creaming
CHAPTER TWELVE
My First Creaming
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Why Is The Second Creaming More Important Than The First?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
One Global Family
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Sunflower’s 62nd Birthday Creaming – Defying Illegal Israel
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sunflower’s Birthday Creaming Speech For Palestine
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Sweden For Palestine Freedom Creaming
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Vatican Recognize Palestine Alhamdulillah!
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Vatican Under Fire And Sunflower Got ‘F’ Too!!
CHAPTER TWENTY
A Soft Revolution
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Defying the Chow Chi Bai Zionist Bitches
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Asshole Sheldon Adelson Got No Balls
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Fuck No Dick Bastard Sheldon Adelson
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
They Said They Would Shave My Head Bald
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
A Message To The 22 EU Leaders
TO THE READERS
CHAPTER ONE
Introduction
From my first marriage, I was blessed with two beautiful children—Gabriel Georges Habib and Greta Georges Habib. They are my heart, my strength, my greatest creations. Despite the struggles, despite the lack of wealth, they have always stood by me. They understand that life is not about money or status, but about purpose. Together, we built something greater than ourselves—World Harmony Day. What started as a simple dream between a mother and daughter became a movement, a message to the world that harmony is possible if we choose to seek it.
In 1996, my life took a turn that many did not understand. I became a Muslim. I was born into Taoism, but my soul was always searching. Then one evening, exhausted from a trip to Indonesia, I took a nap. And in that brief moment of rest, I woke to see a name—Mariam. It was not a dream, but a vision, clear as day. The sky should have been dark, but there was still light. A sign.
I called Professor Bennett and asked, “If I were to become a Muslim, what name would you give me?” Without hesitation, he answered, “Mariam.” That was it. That was the confirmation I needed. From that moment on, I was no longer just Sunflower Chong Sun Wah. I was also Siti Mariam Noor.
For many, conversion is a matter of tradition or obligation. But for me, it was the culmination of a lifelong journey. I had spent my life searching for the voice I heard in my dreams as a child, the voice of the Creator. And in Islam, I found my answer. The capitalist world tried to strip me of my consciousness, to make me forget my soul. But I held on, because God’s presence has always been near me, guiding me through the storms.
Singapore has never been kind to rebels, and I am nothing if not a rebel. My unwavering support for Palestine has made me an outcast, even within my own family. They fear that if I stand too loudly, the government will not only come for me but for them as well. So I stand alone. But I am never truly alone, for God gives me a new family, a new community, a new purpose.
Across the ocean, in America, I have another family—people who see me, who understand me, who stand with me. There is Jew Creamer, who loves the way I write, especially when I challenge the evil Zionist Joos. And then there are Annie, Marie, Geena, Steve the hairdresser and the Tech lady and last but not lease Sylvia. Though I have never met most of them, their support fuels me.
The world has never known another quite like her. A woman of fire and conviction, a dreamer who refuses to be tamed, and a warrior who fights with words sharper than swords. I am Sunflower Chong Sun Wah. Born on January 20, 1955, in the heart of Singapore, I have lived seventy years, not merely existing but thriving in the face of storms. My journey has been anything but conventional—an artist, a poet, a freedom fighter, a blogger, an architectural visionary, a mother, and above all, a seeker of truth and justice.
Singapore, my homeland, is a place of order, discipline, and silent obedience. But I was never one to follow the script. From the moment I could think for myself, I knew I was different. The world does not favor women like me—women who speak with conviction, who challenge authority, who refuse to bow down. Here, in this structured society, I am often called Siow Chow Boh—Crazy Woman—because I do not fit into the mold. But I wear this label with pride. If being crazy means fighting for justice, for truth, for the oppressed—then I will be the craziest of them all.
Unlike many others, I did not learn from textbooks, nor did I graduate with fancy degrees. My highest education is from the greatest institution of all— ‘Life University.’ I failed my O-Levels at sixteen, at a time when society believed that women did not need higher education. But the world became my classroom, and my experiences became my teachers. Every hardship, every heartbreak, every battle carved me into the woman I am today.
I have always had an eye for beauty, a mind filled with ideas, and a soul that longs to create. Whether it is through poetry, architecture, or activism, I have devoted my life to shaping the world in my own way. But my path has never been easy.
I have loved and lost, been bound and broken, but never defeated. I have been married twice—and escaped twice. Both of my husbands tried to tame my spirit, to make me conform, to silence the voice inside me that screamed for freedom. They called me crazy for chasing an impossible dream. But what is life without dreams? A cage. And I was never meant to be caged.
My dreams are not just for myself. I dream of a better Singapore, a better world. I envision Singapore leading with revolutionary ideas, shaping the future through architecture that reflects humanity’s highest aspirations. I dream of a global renaissance, a rebirth of truth, justice, and harmony, all starting from this small island. But to build such a future, we must first break free from the chains of fear and conformity. We must have the courage to speak, to act, to dream. And that is what I have done all my life—no matter how many times they called me crazy, no matter how many doors were slammed in my face.
At seventy years old, I am still fighting. For justice. For truth. For a world that values people over power. I may have little in my bank account, but my heart is rich beyond measure. My companions, Blacky the Pekinese and Boy-Boy the cat, remind me daily that love comes in many forms.
As I walk this journey, I never forget to pause and feel the beauty of the world around me—to listen to the whisper of the wind, to marvel at the golden rays of the sun. God is with me, and that is all I need.
I am Sunflower Chong Sun Wah, also known as Siti Mariam Noor.
A woman who refused to be silenced.
A dreamer who never stopped believing.
A poet who still believe in miracles.
A warrior who will fight until her last breath.
And when I leave this world, I will go knowing that I lived not in fear, but in truth. And that, above all else, is the greatest victory of all.
TO THE READERS
Thank you for joining me on this journey toward, harmony and unity. As we’ve explored the vision of World Harmony Day, I hope the message of compassion and solidarity has inspired you to challenge the status quo and work toward a better world. The fight for harmony is not easy, but together, we can change history.
The world is complicated, but we have the power to unite, to ask the difficult questions, and to fight for justice. The cause is global—especially for the Palestinian people, whose voices have been silenced for far too long. We must also challenge political and social injustices wherever they exist.
I am also preparing my next book entitled, “I’m God Angel NOT Trump Angel”, which will expose the lies of Donald Trump. For too long, his deception has shaped public opinion, and my aim is to reveal the truth behind his manipulations. This book will be a call to action, showing how his lies have divided us and caused harm.
The task ahead is monumental, but we must not shrink from it. Each small action matters. Let’s continue to stand together, demanding a world where peace and justice are possible for all. Thank you for walking this path with me.
Love, light, peace, harmony and unity,
Chong Sun Wah