Yona
I rise above you higher than any of you would yearn to reachAbove the throngs of congregating peopleCrying, grieving, trying to make senseFrom your view on the ground. But my view is vastAnd open. 417 days
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I rise above you higher than any of you would yearn to reachAbove the throngs of congregating peopleCrying, grieving, trying to make senseFrom your view on the ground. But my view is vastAnd open. 417 days
Sadness overwhelmsA new day, the tale replayedOnce too many times Laid to rest in peaceAs hearts weep across bruised landPain spreads far and wide Rest well young soldiersThank you for all that you gaveWhat a price
Letters. Black on white. They usually adhere to their two-dimensional habitat. Sedate, well-behaved. But what happens when they leap off the surface and issue blood-curdling screams? That is the case this grey morning. My head reflexively
Photo of Nir Maman I live in Canada, many miles away from Israel and Gaza. I am a committed Jew however, ensconced in thought everyday about my fellow Jews fighting a war for our people. I’m
Today is May 13, 2024. Memorial Day in Israel. It’s not a shopping and vacation holiday like in the U.S. Rather it is a day of somber reflection and sadness when we mourn our war dead
One minute’s silence. The whole country stops what they’re doing. Wherever we are – at home, on the highway, walking in the street, sitting in a meeting – we all stop, stand up and become silent
I see faces I do not knowAnd my heart is breakingI see names I do not knowAnd my soul aches BraveSelflessPatriots Each one held closely in the hearts of their loved onesEach one with a story
It has been nearly two weeks.Somehow time has managed to crawl by and speed past.We have been living in a weird alternate reality.There isn’t any routine. School is still not functional.Rockets are still falling. My kids
On the drive down to Kibbutz Sa’ad, I alternate between gazing out the window and trying to get the Homefront Command app to work on my phone. It’s November 5, the first time in a month
22 November, 2023 Day 45: Sparks of Light in the Darkness – Hope, Heartbreak, and Unexpected Advocacy The last time I wrote an entry for my war diaries was day 32. I just haven’t been able