Malka B. Kirsh

Malka B. Kirsh is in 10th grade at Bais Yaakov of Ramapo

Connections Built By Disconnections

I look into the flickering flames of the Shabbos candles and I am thankful for the warmth and light that emanates from them and illuminates our home.

Teens and Twenties

Tears Of Sadness, Tears Of Joy

By Malka B. Kirsh

The tear is rolling down my cheek. It lands atop my lips. I lick my lips to remove the dryness and the saltiness soaks into my tongue. I take a long deep breath and begin to think. Why? How could she do that to me? We’re best friends. We’ve known each other practically since we were born. How could she go and do such a horrible thing?