יום רביעי, א׳ אב תשפ״וWednesday, July 15, 2026
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Adina Hershberg is a freelance writer who has been living in Israel since 1981.
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Sunday afternoon they dropped by for a visit. He had small pieces of shrapnel on his face and left hand, and he said that the surgeon told him that, over time, the body would rid itself of the shrapnel. That was comforting to know.
Shabbat is a very holy day, but in the case of pikuach nefesh (saving lives), one is allowed to transgress the laws of Shabbat. It is a very strange feeling as a religious Jew to get into one’s car and drive off on Shabbat. But the mission needed to be accomplished, and it would most likely save lives.
What complicated matters is that there was no eiruv in our town. For me that meant that even if I had a bad cold (Is there a good cold?), I could not place tissues in my pocket.
We were so worried about those terrorists, but when we returned to the place that we had seen them, no one was in sight. That was miracle number one.
Berta had no inkling about the journey she and Michael were going to take... For a year following the wedding, Berta’s mother kept bringing non-kosher food into their apartment; she had difficulty accepting the young couple’s choice to learn more about Judaism.
During the day, except for the number which had been branded onto his arm, similar to what used to be done to cattle, no one would know that the smiling, sweet, hard-working Moshe had such a nightmarish past.
I don’t know what happened, but at some point a number of the people started walking away from the lobby. No one said anything to us. What did they know that we didn’t?
Rabbi Wallerstein used his experiences as the driving force in taking on projects that would help tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of people.
David told Yossi about his loss and the two of them began searching in the river. Talk about a needle in a haystack!
I told him that the check was not for us, but for Malka's group. I glanced quickly at the check and I read $1,100. Not bad.
That evening, while her husband was out, in the private recesses of their bedroom, Esther sobbed, “Hashem, I am not asking You why You put us in this trying economic situation. I am asking You what You want me to do.”
It took approximately two weeks, but finally a doctor checked him out. He was given permission to sit down for guard duty, and he didn’t take part in various physical exercises and marches. There was no way that he could train other soldiers with this medical issue.
Yehuda then tells me that it is perfect timing that he called. He says that it is from Heaven. He tells me to stop everything and try thinking why this happened to me.
The suspense in the novel is heightened as the author masterfully moves back and forth between older Fraidy and younger Fraidy.
My first day at the high school was an eye-opener. As I walked into the large entrance room, I suddenly heard a door open. I heard a teacher scream at a student and physically throw him out of the class. What a welcoming!
We loved hearing from our son by phone, and sometimes there was good enough reception to see him on WhatsApp. He was really having a wonderful time. He would plan his hiking itinerary around the goal of being in a Chabad House for Shabbatot.
I found myself spending the first day of shiva with our younger daughter as she birthed a firstborn son.
The scene of thousands and thousands of cranes, as well as other birds, was awesome. I thought that would be the climax of our three-day trip up north.
Abe and I were a bit surprised that Eliyahu Yeshaya would spend over a $1,000 on a half-week trip to the Ukraine. We didn’t know that he had his own itinerary in mind.
The Kashuela Farm was founded on May 24, 2012. It is named after Yaakov Zarchi, a Palmach fighter whose nickname was Kashuela.
Abe started taking out the money from all of his pockets and passed it onto the two Russian-accented guards, who were wearing pouches. The two men looked bewildered and incredulous.
Every so often I would sit down at the baby grand piano in my childhood home and play a few songs. I had learned enough to play piano on an intermediate level.
Even after all of the medical procedures, both Chaya and Daniel were left with medical problems.
If I had had the chutzpah which I now possess, I would have loudly protested and demanded equal rights. Since I was a 15-year-old, well behaved student I obeyed him.
Imagine my joy when, last year, I received an email from Linda saying that she would be coming to Israel for the first time in the fall of 2018.
The surgeon said that if the bullet had gone one millimeter further in, that would have been the end.
What do these women who call themselves Women of the Wall want? Simply: To coerce change among traditional Jewish women who daven at the Kotel. These women often sing as loudly as possible, wave siddurim in the air – in short, they do whatever they can to disturb the people around them.
As the news spread, more and more people joined the family in fervent prayer. The gates of heaven received all of the prayers for David, and he eventually came out of the coma.
Our son understood that Aviv, up until this point in his life, had failed in everything. The army was his last chance to succeed.
Rafael looked up at the heavens and asked, “What am I doing here? Why do I deserve this? I am not even being helpful. I want to be able to have a Seder.”
The only inkling I had that something was amiss was that sometimes when I would greet she responds and other times she doesn't.
After being checked by a doctor, my father needed to undergo some minor surgery. It was clear to his two children in Israel that my father could no longer live independently.
A beautiful and inspiring tribute to the Glick family, in memory of Yaffi Glick (Z"l) left this world on Monday, January 1 at age 51.
And what about the Jewish singles themselves? What are they doing to help alleviate the painful problem of not having found their soulmate?
Her husband was one of the first Zaka first aid volunteers to arrive at the scene of the shootings.
It used to be that when our youngest boys were about to go outside and it was cold, I’d sometimes remind them to take a jacket. Now I remind our youngest son, Yisrael Meir, to take pepper spray.
Despite being excited about seeing the beautiful twinkling lights of a mostly sleeping city, I was exhausted and kept yawning.
It was a year of Torah learning, a year of fostering new friendships, a year of encounters with diverse educators and personalities, a year of becoming more attached to the land, and a year of relative innocence.
The Israeli sun was beautiful as it slowly descended in the horizon, but I could not enjoy it as I usually would have.
This tragedy was in the forefront of my mind as my family and I wended our way, the week before Pesach, from Har Nof, Jerusalem to Sha’ar Yeshuv.
I had no idea what Down syndrome is and I was happy that I'd have a little sister.
The scene was surreal. We could hear the battle raging in Aza, but in the host’s realm there was relaxation, conversation, and the bubbly voice of our grandson.
Upon receiving the call from Orit, Margolit thought that her daughter had already been informed about the attack and was calling about visiting Tomer.
G-d willing more people will realize that prayer is a powerful spiritual drug.
I said that we could call the baby Natanel Yisrael, but my husband felt that the name would be too long. (I don’t know why he said that because we already had a child with a six-syllable name.)
Enthusiastic volunteer Arlene Chertof of Efrat says, "The guys are sweethearts. I love volunteering here. Even a soldier without a kippah will ask, ‘Is this pareve or dairy?’”
“Each soldier gives more support to the State.”
July 10, 2026 
