Please join us as we share our words of war: our mother’s words, still remembered and inspiring us, 80 years later
And what about simchahs? Big ones, like a neighbor’s son’s bar mitzvah. Small triumphs, like finishing a chapter from my serial on time. Can I smile, laugh, when hostages are trapped in the grim tunnels of Gaza, when soldiers are massing on the border, and missiles are flying overhead? But can I not? Do we grant a kind of victory to Amalek by leaving everyday happiness behind?
And, finally, most important of all: Hashem. What does He want of me? What can we as a people, and I as a Jew, do better, so that we need not go through this agony again?
