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It is too early and too late to dream.My sister-God braids my hair forit has grown since the mirrors wore black. It is too early to die, too late to be born.I have carrots to chop,
Uncle Yosele, may you rest peacefullyoutside Tel Aviv in the makeshift hospitalwhere cousin Bati watches over you.She told me how you hid under a carfor two days without water,how you saw your son Ron massacredholding the
We had our first siren this morning. We live 80 miles from Gaza, but the “boom” from our fortified room in the basement was unmistakable. They don’t tell us where the missiles fall for security reasons,
By Daphna HorowitzRaanana, Israel24 October, 2023 Day 12 – Holding joy and pain at the same timeEvery morning I wake up and for a split second, before I’m completely awake, while my mind is still a
This piece of writing is not mine. It expresses so beautifully what life is like in Israel at the moment and I wanted to share it further. Credit goes to Chana Wurtzel who wrote it. I’ve
He smiled and said goodbye For what would be the last time I wish that I had known I would have held him for a while She turned and walked away With a laugh and a