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Jerusalem, city of contradictions

Jerusalem, city of contradictions

May, 2014, 7:00 AM, Amman airport.
I am returning to Jerusalem from a celebratory conference that began with so much promise. Two Israeli doctors developed a solar battery hearing aid and contributed it to the Jordanians who suffer high incidence of infant deafness, the result of common tribal in-marriage. If treated before age 3, there is hope for normal speech and a normal life. Heretofore, the families of deaf children routinely tossed hearing aids when the battery ran out, sadly long before three years. There are homes for the deaf all over Jordan.

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Posted by Blu Greenberg in Essays

It’s complicated

Laughing, a 19-year-old (cool, Jewish) babe offered the knife to her (cool, Muslim) manager at the restaurant they both work at and tilted her head to better expose her throat. “Stop it!” he laughed back, “There are cameras here! They won’t understand.”

Welcome to Jerusalem. It’s complicated.

In contrast, next week, as we descend into Jerusalem Day, I’m nervous. Actually, I feel sick thinking about it. As the chanting, flag-waving, packs surge through the Old City to once again scream simple, simple abuse in the Muslim, Christian and Armenian quarters, who will hold them back? Lieberman? Mayor Nir Barkat?

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Posted by Helen Gottstein in Snippets

Families in Jerusalem

It’s family. That’s what it’s all about.

Today, I read the sad news that someone’s child at Tzomet HaGush decided to try to run over someone else’s child and got shot and finally died for his efforts. (Please God, the victim of the attack will recover.) Then I read about someone’s daughters who tried to sneak bomb materiel into Israel from Gaza in medicine containers. One of the sisters was coming to Israel for cancer treatment. (Let the full magnitude of that sink in.)

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Posted by Ruti Eastman in Essays
My nation lives, my son is born

My nation lives, my son is born

My new baby boy Amichai Elisha was born on ה׳ אייר, on the 69th anniversary of the foundation of the Jewish State in Israel. There was a lot of speculation that we would choose a name for him that would be apropos to the day with a name such as Amichai, but the truth is we had our Ruach Hakodesh, Divine Inspiration over 5 years ago when pregnant with Ayelet, in case she was a boy. But even though we had it picked out already, the birthday definitely helps enrich and emphasise the context of his name. Amichai is a concatenation of two words, Ami – my nation – and Chai – life, literally “my nation lives.” Our Amichai was born on the anniversary of the founding of the state, which is preceded by Yom Hazikaron, memorial day for our nation’s fallen soldiers and victims of terror. This year the two days were celebrated one day late to preserve the sanctity of Shabbat, such that this year Amichai was born on Yom Hazikaron.

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Posted by Max Rabin in Essays

Forget the ark, just bring the flood

This week, Jews read the story of Noah and The Flood and today was a day awash with feelings. One of today’s Jerusalem terror attacks was near my house. One of my daughters heard the gunfire and then the sirens, sirens, sirens. Our upstairs neighbor ran for the bus and missed it. It shook us all, maybe because this one was so close to our house. All our other near misses have been further away from our front door.

Straight away, you hear the flood of Israeli reactions, “Kick ‘em all out”, “Kill them all”, “We’ll teach them”. A Palestinian FB friend allows comments on his peaceful posts that include calls for me to die. We all crave simple, final, absolutes. It’s what our gut calls for in response to terror and anger. Wash ‘em away. Finish them all. Start over.

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Posted by Helen Gottstein in Essays

Remember the Soldiers

Yesterday I was walking along the Haas Promenade, The Tayelet, overlooking the Old City of Jerusalem.

What a remarkable ancient, holy view with the sun shining and reflecting off the beautiful Jerusalem stone. A site that has been fought over for thousands of years. So much history.

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Posted by Tova Knecht in Essays
The bond of grief

The bond of grief

“And THEN Miri said that I can borrow her dress for the party, but then my dad saw it and – ”

The speaker, a loud teenager in a bright pink tank top, stopped talking. I wasn’t the only passenger on the bus to sigh in relief.

The Dress Dilemma Monologue, as I dubbed it to myself fifteen minutes earlier, had went on and on and on and on through the entire ride. Everyone within hearing already knew all there was to know about the loud girl’s date (that guy she had a crush on since tenth grade. Though apparently “he looks​ so much hotter now, and do you think he’s working out because he wants to be a combatant in the army?”), her budget (who knew that babysitting goes through slow times?), and the party she was going to.

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Posted by Rachel Sharansky Danziger in Essays
Sunrise after terror

Sunrise after terror

After the tragedy and terror of this past week, I felt heartbroken and down about our golden city.

Congested with shame, rage, anger and shock just the evening before, She now awakened with stillness and a fresh pink glow.

Jerusalem of peace.

Let’s carry her gold in our hearts and start this week afresh.

(Written in 2015, after the Duma arson attack and the murder of Shira Banki during Jerusalem’s Gay Pride Parade)

Posted by Tzipora Lifchitz in Images, Snippets
Two babies at the Kotel

Two babies at the Kotel

When Chaya Zissel Braun awoke on the morning of October 22, she had her whole life ahead of her.

At the age of three months she was surely able to smile, and was probably beginning to know the difference between her parents and everyone else.

On that day, on Oct. 22, with her whole life ahead of her, Chaya’s parents took her for the first time to the Kotel. Can you imagine the gratitude her family felt as they held their baby girl close to the warm, golden stones? Can you imagine their joyful tears? Their prayers of thanksgiving?

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Posted by Sally Abrams in Essays
Paying it forward

Paying it forward

I’m walking on Emek Refaim, and this gaggle of middle school girls stops me. They are holding chocolate chip cookies and cupcakes. Immediately, before I can say anything, they say “these are not for sale!”. (Me? I’m disappointed. They look delish!).

But, then….this happened: they explain to me that they are from Hartman Girls School and are giving out, for free*, cookies and cupcakes in honor of Gilad Shaer’s birthday and in his memory – Gilad, as you might recall, was one of the 3 israeli teens kidnapped in june 2014 and then slaughtered by the terrorists.

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Posted by Arnie Draiman in Snippets