*Note: The following is about no one is particular and is about everyone. It is not about anyone you know or anyone you may think you recognize; however, it is about you and about all of us. The character is totally fictional, yet accurately portrays a real person. For most of us, our lives are defined by times of happiness and tranquility mingled with what are hopefully minor
There is a place tucked away in the alleyways of the Holy City; its structure is not grand and it has no massive lobby and certainly no parking lot. The building is not impressive and it is not on the list of the ten ‘must see' places on most people's itinerary when they come to Israel. That's too bad, because it really is a place to visit. It is a place to daven. It is a place to learn.
As I glanced at the news this morning, I could not help but feel pain and sympathy for the survivors of the massive earthquake which racked Nepal on Shabbos. As of this writing, there have been over 4,000 confirmed deaths and that number may rise in the coming days.
It was right after Pesach of 1979 when the letter arrived. It was from Israel, from a small town called Alon Shvut. I trembled as I carefully opened the envelope. As my eyes read the eloquent Hebrew letter, a tingle went down my spine. Little did I know then, that the contents of that letter would be life-altering
On March 9, 1959, “Barbie” was born. Since then, “It is estimated that over a billion Barbie dolls have been sold worldwide in over 150 countries, with Mattel claiming that three Barbie dolls are sold every second.” (Wikipedia) The iconic doll which has become symbolic of the unique American materialistic culture has been the object of both communal desire and controversy. The doll's critics have claimed, “the doll gave girls
There are no words which can be said. There are no words which can console. There are no words which can ease the pain. The heart is pained, the eyes are full of tears and the entire body is numb. As we slept soundly in our beds on Friday night, a Beis
There has been much pain and anguish for all of us over the brutal, cold blooded murder of the four unarmed tzadikim killed last week adorned in their tallis and tefillin while in the middle of davening. Our hearts are aching and our eyes are still tearful. However, let us not allow our sincere and worthy tears to dim our vision; the pain must not muddle our clarity of thought and cause us to forget the fact that there is a
“O God! Nations have come into Your heritage; they have defiled Your Holy Temple; They have given the … the flesh of Your pious ones to the beasts of the earth. They have spilled their blood like water around Jerusalem…” (Tehillim 79) It was 5:30 AM and my bedroom was still pitch black. I gently picked up my phone to look at the time and I am
Quite often I am the ‘go to’ person with regard to whatever someone may need in Israel. As I have three married children living there and my father was a sixth generation Yerushalmi, I have hundreds if not thousands of relatives in almost every corner of the land. I was therefore not surprised when Dovid contacted me for my input. Dovid, who is just turning 20, is a good-natured
“On Saturday, Aug. 9, 2014 at 9:00 in the morning, Rabbi Yosef Raksin, who had come down from Brooklyn, New York to meet with family, was on his way to temple to observe the Sabbath. While en route to temple, he was heinously gunned down,”--Chief Alfredo Ramirez of the Miami-Dade Police Department. All of us have heard and mourned for Rabbi Raksin z”l who was on his way to Shul on