These parents prayed from the depths of their hearts, that pure, never-sullied place where the Jewish spark is never extinguished

Was he missing? Dead? Wounded and unconscious? Or had he been taken hostage? Chaos reigned supreme, inflicting indescribable agony

Mrs. Sharabi spread her arms wide. “I should ask questions? Who gave me these children in the first place? They were gifts from the Borei Olam”

I assumed that this time, there would be no stories of kiddush Hashem. But how wrong I was

I found people far from Yiddishkeit who, in their anguish, had rediscovered their Father in Heaven

“Let’s spend a Shabbat together in Yerushalayim, chareidim and chilonim. Just Shabbat, Yerushalayim, and Jews — that’s all. Everything that unites us”