Recent months have handed Israelis a new script, and the words I’m learning have… a different flavor
This word is not to be confused with kishu, zucchini, which, if you’ve ever sauteed one, you’ll know is actually the opposite of kashuach.
I first encounter this word in our teachers’ room. The day before, a relative of a faculty member had fallen in Gaza, and the funeral was interrupted by an air raid siren that sent the mourners to the ground with their hands over their heads, shielding each other with their bodies.
“How was your day yesterday?” one teacher asks the other.
She leans on the counter, hunched, cupping her warm coffee, and sighs: “Yom kashuach.”
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