Terrorism in Israel

My family and I live in Netivot, ten kilometers from Gaza. Netivot is hooked up to a warning sirent. When the siren rings, it means you have forty-five seconds to go into your safe room or a public bomb shelter...

I wanted my father to cocoon me, like he did when I was ten years old. Isn’t that what fathers are supposed to do? Shield their little girls and keep them away from fear?

After reading this brave boy's words, I couldn't help but wonder: how could such a young boy demonstrate this inner fortitude in a moment of so much anguish?

With each long stretch of uninhabited, barren land we passed, interrupted only by an occasional primitive Bedouin village or a lone, wandering donkey or sheep, I was feeling that in every sense of the phrase, I had gone too far...

As I go about my busy Passover preparations, I can't help but think of another Jewish mother, whose preparations cannot be full of joy. A mother who is consumed daily with questions about when her son will be returned to her...

This young woman, with her dark, black shiny hair, had a spirit and effervescence I could only admire. I thought to myself: she has no idea of the pain I am living with, the weight of what I carry...

I am full and empty. I lose the love, the joy, the security of an intact life. But I learned the beauty of surrender...

As we began to ride we heard the sirens. First one, quickly followed by another, then another, until their wailing filled the streets and pierced the skies. As each ambulance passed, my contractions grew more intense

Two years ago, Adel was fatally injured in a stone-throwing terror attack in Shomron (Samaria). After a long battle against overwhelming odds Adel returned her soul to her Creator. This is from a conversation with Adel’s mother, Edva Biton, a woman who ex...

It is a name that until a few days ago held no meaning to me. He was a complete stranger, about whom I had never heard and whom I had never met...