 Dwi'n golygu. Mae'r ystauedd yma yn rwyflaenig ac mae'n rwyflaenig哂edig yma yn y tîm dr Maureen Syr, yn cymdeithas interfaith ysgoledd. Llanffydd ysgoldd ysgoldd ysgoldd ysgoldd yma yw ysgoldd ymlaenig. Mae'n ffaith ysgoldd â'r cyfnod a'u sukaeth â'r ffordd o'r dyfedigau'r ysgoldd ysgoldd yn ystyried ysgoldd. Wrth y cyffredin o'r ddigon yn ddymhiliad yr ysgoldd yma ymwy. Mae unrhyw yma o'u cyfnodio cinnwyr a'u cyfnodio miniheilau i gyd. Mae'r cyfnodio unrhyw gyfo eu Portalha ridei i ddiweddio a osu'r wych gan gyfnodio ar gyfer mae'n gwybod i gynrychu'r bwysig, yn dod i'r cyd-dyma i gweithi nhw, efally rwy'n cael hynny i gwneud gyda'r proses lleionol hwn daethol i'r cyd-dyma. ac oeddwn i'r cyfan o'r helystydd. Rym ni'n ffordd o hyfforddiol y helystydd yma i'r troi ffaith yma i'r cyfan, i'r hefyd i'r cyfan, ac i'r cyfan o'r hefyd. Ond rwyf i fewn ni'n gwneud o'r helystydd o hyfforddiol i'r hefyd yn 2014. Rwyf i fewn i'r cyfryd gyda'r classica geirpoedd, gan y cyrissaeth canbodiol iawn. Geneside. Arn John Pond was from a family of musicians, all of whom were murdered by the Khmer Rouge. Arn was kept alive and forced to play music as a young boy while people were being murdered. His story of survival is both harrowing and humbling, and on that car journey from Glasgow airport I asked Arn if music helped him heal, he was a musician. He looked at me very intently and then said something that has remained with me ever since. The only thing that heals me is telling my story. He then spoke of how during the horrific years of the genocide he learned to completely block his feelings in order to survive, to weep or cry or show feelings meant certain death. For Arn the only release from pain and grief was to speak his truth, share his story, feel himself and others transformed by the power of that story. Using storytelling as a vehicle for truth telling is captured in this wee anecdote. Truth, naked and cold, had been turned away from every door in the village. Her nakedness frightened people. When Parable found her, she was huddled in a corner shivering and hungry. Taking pity on her, Parable gathered her up and took her home. There she dressed truth in story, warmed her and sent her out again, clothed in story, truth knocked again at the villagers doors and was readily welcomed into people's houses. They invited her to eat at their table and warm herself by their fire. What stories can you share during Scottish Interfaith Week 2022?