Under Attack: Wives and Mothers in the Shadow of War
Mishpacha Staff | Tuesday, July 29, 2014
I was sitting on my hospital bed, surrounded by people who could never understand, when I heard that the bodies of the three boys had been found. Tears streaming down my face, I stuffed my hand in my mouth to stop myself from keening. I was grateful no one had noticed my distress. How would I have explained that I was mourning three boys I’d never met, who lived in a country far from London, and who I knew only by name?
The war hit us next.
Leah Abramowitz | Tuesday, July 29, 2014
I’ve always been intrigued by the ugly tin walls at the back of the Kosel Plaza. I’ve peeked between the slits, but the large, chalk-colored pit only whetted my appetite for an explanation. The earth was dry, but the history must be rich and real.