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My five-year-old son is currently wearing his army uniform costume we bought him for Purim nearly three months ago. Since then, he has taken every opportunity given to him to wear it. Little religious boys wear
They sing.At the stupid o’clockwheneven Sunhasn’tgot up yetbut only opened its eyes,stretched out and yawnedthese irksome creatures alreadytweetchirppeepsingtheir dumb happy songsand don’tlet me sleep. They sing.Clang, tinkle, ring.When I work.When I walk.When I speakon the phone.I
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’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
Some people wear their heart on their sleevesTo show it off to all aroundMine lays heavy, tied round my neckIt’s weight, it’s worth I’ve avowed Some people’s hearts protected and safeAwait that pure moment of loveMine
Some days you can try to close your eyes and ears to the world and the war and just focus on your immediate family and your life. But in order to do that you can’t listen
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
Written from Tel Aviv Port There is no shelter here, reads the sign blowing in the wind taped to the glass door. I have walked from one end of the namal (port) to the other looking