Respect For Elders
In an age often driven by speed and innovation, the voices of the elderly can become quieted or...
In an age often driven by speed and innovation, the voices of the elderly can become quieted or...
The Honorable MK Erez Malul is a man on a mission. As a respected lawyer, Deputy Speaker of the Knesset, and a member of the Shas party, he strives to make a meaningful, positive impact on Israeli society. I had the privilege of interviewing MK Malul about his role in the Knesset on the day the remains of the Bibas family were returned to Israel, an especially somber day for the nation.
Standing at a wedding several weeks ago, I noticed a little redheaded boy dressed in his finest, enjoying the festivities. He appeared to be about four or five years old, the same age as Ariel Bibas, who was still in Gaza at the time. My mind was immediately filled with thoughts of Ariel and his baby brother, Kfir. It is remarkable how a family we have never met becomes part of our daily thoughts.
When the war began in October 2023, no one imagined it would stretch on for 500 agonizing days. Yet here we are, still counting. Back then, people said the war might continue until December. Maybe January. To do the job properly, it would take time. We were told to have patience.
Life is pretty intense these days. Our lives are filled with events and activities that evoke strong emotions; but now, an additional layer of intensity prevails.
Facing an unimaginable ordeal, Sigi Cohen’s strength and unwavering emunah have recently become a source of inspiration for the community of Ramat Beit Shemesh. A former resident of the neighborhood and the mother of 27-year-old Elya, Sigi captivated the women with her heartfelt reflections as the mother of a hostage.
As a nation, we navigate joy and sorrow side by side, holding conflicting emotions with remarkable grace. Even in moments of profound joy – under the chupah, as a couple begins building their bayis ne’eman b’Yisrael – the chasan breaks a glass, a poignant reminder that our happiness is incomplete until Hashem’s house, the Beis HaMikdash, is rebuilt. Sitting around our elegantly set Seder table, dressed in our finest, we eat matzah, poor man’s bread, reminding us of our bitter days in Mitzrayim.