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War Diaries: Day 25 –  A Ray of Hope in the Darkness

3 November, 2023

On Monday night we had a sliver of light in the darkness.

We rejoiced at the brave rescue of one of the hostages, Ori Megidish, 19 years old, from a Gaza tunnel, by the IDF. A young girl who was taken, is now back with her family, back home.

Together with the four hostages released last week by Hamas (a mom and daughter, both US citizens who were visiting family in Israel and a couple of days later, two elderly women, aged 80 and 85), that makes five hostages out; 242 (by latest count) to go.

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Writing from home
Miriam Roskind

Broken Thoughts

A morning with 2 pairs of names
Which ones will set the tone
The lives of two so tragically lost
Or the other two, finally home

2 angels departed
2 more just returned

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Writing from home
Hila Bar

An Evening of Giving

As I completed my notes, I received a WhatsApp from my neighbour. Do I have some cat food for her cat? Just one cup. Thanks to our band of foster street cats, we have a plentiful supply. Chicken is the flavour of the month.

“You can have five cups, six cups,” I write. “Come on over.”

But in my endearing, childish little way, I don’t have the patience to wait. I grab two disposable cups, fill each with the cat food, and head along the wet pavement in my pyjamas and socked feet to Sigal’s house. The air is biting.

I approach the entrance and thump twice on the door, then gingerly open it. It’s just the end of November, but Sigal already has the heating on in her home.

“You didn’t have to come to me,” she says. “I would have come.”

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Writing from home
Daphna Horowitz

War Diaries: Days 12 and 17

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

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Writing from home
Hila Bar

Rishon LeZion Beach 7.11.23

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

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Writing from home
Miriam Roskind

Please be true

There is still beauty in our world, despite the pain. There is still light in our lives, despite the darkness. There is still hope in our nation, despite the despair. If I say this enough times,

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Untitled Poem

Touch grass, they say.It will ground you.And I’ll listen to them because if someone knows the secret to finding normalcy I want to know it tooAnd so I sit on the grassDrink coke out of a

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