Tag: October 7

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Writing from work
Avrum Rosensweig

Yom HaZikaron 2024

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

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Writing from home
Fran Levin

Freeze

     I’m not brave.     I have never offered to check if there’s a burglar or terrorist outside in our garden when the dog growls and barks at night.     I take a tranquillizer before I visit

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Photo cred: Menachem Pritzker
Writing from home
Ash Glenville

The Forgotten

You don’t care when our soldiers are killed.You don’t care when our elderly are murdered.You don’t care when our women are raped.You don’t care when our men are brutally slaughtered.You don’t care when our children are

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Writing from home
Ash Glenville

Be the Light in the Dark 

Before that day we were wholeRejoicing in life’s small pleasuresOblivious to the shadows encroaching.Killers came, prepared with the blackest of soulsEvil came to our door – to break us. AndNow we see the purest of hate

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The Poets of Hamas

for Franck Salameh The poets of Hamas bemoan the death of one of their own. Villanelles and sonnets deny that men from Gaza violated Jewish girls time and again, in gangs, with rabid zeal. They call

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The Massacre of October 7th

Simchat Torah is every Jewish person’s favorite holiday, you can’t convince me otherwise. Feasts that would put the Beauty and the Beast’s feast to shame, uncoordinated dances in synagogues and living up to true joy. It’s

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I Am OK but I Am Not OK

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,

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They Went to Dance

But all I can think is, “They broke their legs.” As I drink my tea, the sun is rising in a breathtaking flourish of colours,  But all I can think is, “They broke their legs.” As

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Letter From Jerusalem: We Are Not Okay

They say the night is darkest before dawn. It certainly is very dark right now.   I pray that dawn is coming soon. It better be. Because the darkness is bleak, palpable, encompassing. As I write

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