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Translated from the Hebrew by Hila Bar Planting flowers in my Sderot garden, my hand felt the earth that day.And then my heart knew that to light up the soul, we have to keep fear
Translated from the Hebrew by Hila Bar Across the yardWhere the Sukkah still stoodWe could hear the beat to the drums of war As we danced and rejoicedWith the holy Torah,I warily turned the lock of
An Israeli Evening of Giving – 28.11.2023 Last night I was jotting down some notes in answer to the question, “How do you cope and what gives you joy during the current times of war?” asked
If you ever drive southwards towards the Negev, remember to look just ahead of you, because there, flying very low, you may see a spectacular sight of buzzards; they might have even been eagles. Hooked beaks,
Photo: Sarah Pritzker Srigim, Israel17 November, 2023 No need to utter a sound.Is the groanOf each fibreAs a single dropSoaksThe fabric of a shirtNot enough? Nor dislodge a whimperBecause I can hear your tearsLike an echo
“We’re not from around here,” I say, displaying a facial expression that seems half facetious, half tongue-in-cheek. Ariella cracks up. “Of course you’re not from here! Now come here to the storeroom, I want to give
On the unseasonal rains we had during the first week of the war Talk to me about rain in OctoberSpeak of the clouds swinging byAnd the rains that tumble to the charred, broken earthAs they topple
Who would bewail an empty beachWhose sweeps of sand that lie far and vastBecome a salty desertAs they swallow waves of uncertaintyThat gently lap against the shore Who would bewail a quiet nightWith just sea for