On July 13 1917 they recited the rosary with the crowd, they saw the usual reflex of light and then the Lady on the holmoak. Lucy asked: "What do you want from me?" She answered: "That you come the 13th of the next month, that you continue to recite the Rosary every day to our Lady of the Rosary to obtain peace in the world and the end of the war, because only She will be able to aid you." Lucy said " I want to ask you to tell us who you are, and to make a miracle for the crowd to believe that you appear."
Many Westerners have heard that Our Blessed Mother appeared in Zeitoun, a suburb of Cairo, Egypt. Few are aware of the electrifying, even delightful details of events that began in 1968 and continue elsewhere in Egypt right up to this present day.
And while there are some notable distinctions between Zeitoun and Medjugorje, the message is the same: peace, prayer, reconciliation. Perhaps the only real difference is that when Mary appears to thousands with diverse beliefs, languages and nationalities She is silent. When She comes to six children in one small village, She graciously uses their native tongue.
In 1917, Our Lady of Fatima told the 3 shepherd children that if men did not stop offending Her Son, the world would be punished by means of wars, famines, and persecutions of the church.
By 1932, this prophecy was well underway. Communists were in power in Russia. Mussolini was leader of Italy. Hitler was rising in Germany. The world was in depression. Unemployment, bread lines, hunger and riots were wide spread.
In a French speaking part of Belgium, lay a village called Beauraing. Sixty miles southeast of Brussels, Beauraing was mostly a farming community of about 2000 people.
93nd apparition anniversary October 13th. 2009
Below is the brief story of the Fatima apparitions, also below are two Fatima picture pages.
In the year of 1916 three shepherd children, Lucia dos Santos, age nine and her two cousins, Francisco and Jacinta Marto, age eight and six respectively tended their parents flock of sheep. It was a fine spring morning for grazing sheep on Lucia's father property. The children played as the sheep feasted on the grass.
Suddenly there was a change in the weather. A steady drizzle fell and the breeze was chilling from a northwest wind. Quickly gathering the sheep they lead them to a small wooded area where they took shelter in a cave. The drizzle proved to be just a passing shower.