In the Arms of Rabi Shimon
It struck me that those who perished in Meron gave us a parting gift
In the Arms of Rabi Shimon
The sun can shine while the sky weeps and we as Yidden can do the same
In the Arms of Rabi Shimon
We’re holding on, Tatteh. Listen to the hespedim, listen to the anguished voices as they praise You
In the Arms of Rabi Shimon
We are a nation in mourning, a nation united by what we’ve lost
True Account
Two childless brothers share their story of pain, hope and salvation
Magazine Feature
Alter Mordechai Morel wasn’t supposed to live to his first birthday. But for the next 36 years, he defied the odds. Knowing any day could be his last, he made every minute count