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On Grief in Judaism:
The ancient wisdom keepers of Jewish mysticism understood something profound about grief. It’s not simply an emotion to endure, it’s a sacred portal that transforms the soul. In our mourning traditions, we’re taught that the veil between worlds becomes thin when we lose someone we love. It’s a deeply spiritual understanding passed down through generations of Jewish healing practices.
When grief wraps around us like a heavy cloak, Jewish wisdom offers us a radical perspective: our pain is proportionate to our love, and this very pain can become a bridge to deeper spiritual awakening. Our mystics teach us that souls continue their journey in realms beyond our understanding, weaving patterns of light that break through in our dreams, in unexpected butterflies, or in moments when we feel their presence so strongly it takes our breath away.
Jewish spirituality doesn’t ask us to move on or find closure. Instead, it honors the truth that grief reshapes us entirely, creating spaces within our hearts that become sanctuaries of memory. Our mourning traditions give us permission to break open, to sit in the darkness, to let others hold us while we navigate this sacred transformation.
The deepest teaching is this: love doesn’t end with death. It simply changes form, like water turning to mist. Invisible perhaps, but no less real. When we share stories of those we’ve lost, when we let their memory guide our choices, when we live more fully because we’ve known their love, we’re participating in an ancient practice of keeping souls alive through the power of remembrance.
For those walking the path of loss, your grief is holy ground. Let Jewish healing traditions hold you. Let the wisdom of generations remind you that you’re not alone in this sacred journey of learning to live with both absence and presence. Your tears are prayers, your memories are blessings, and your heart’s journey is part of an eternal story that our people have been telling since the beginning of time. May the light of those you love continue to guide you home.
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Georgian Jewish women, painted by Shalom Koboshvili, 1930s.
Seal with Hebrew Inscription
10th–11th century
On view at The Met Fifth Avenue in Gallery 453
The Hebrew text on this seal gives the name of the seal’s owner, his father’s name, and the word "prepared" or "fashioned," followed by the letters [yud] [&,, then] [hei-]. One proposal is that this is the Arabic name Yahya, but there are other known Hebrew seals that end with the phrase "May [Tetragrammaton] have mercy" or "The work of, [Tetragrammaton]” which may be the phrase included here. We do not know whether the find of this seal testifies to the existence of a Jewish community in eleventh-century Nishapur, or if the seal had been preserved because its foreign letters were believed to ward off evil. Arabic seals with random Hebrew and Syriac words, as well as ancient seals to which Arabic phrases have been added, are both well documented.
Source: Met Archives
Edits made, within brackets. Original meaning is maintained.
In the beginning, the Torah tells us, HaShem created the heavens and the earth.
That, says Beit Shammai, is where it all went wrong.
Fast forward a few generations, the holy text tells us, and HaShem was inclined to agree. The world was out of joint and full of violence. The only answer was to start over from scratch. And so the floodwaters rose and (almost) everything destroyed, to start the whole thing over.
Take two didn't go much better.
Our ancestors, fearful of being scattered, built a tower-- HaShem knocked it over. Undeterred, they built new ones. On the plains of Babel, every city had its own zigurrat pointed at the heavens, and thousands of slaves who tilled the fields and made the bricks.
HaShem spoke to Avram in one of those great cities, persuaded him of the vanity of idols and of trying to climb to the top of the heap, convinced him to leave his home and its great towers and seek truth out in the wilderness. Avraham wandered, listened... and used the wealth HaShem helped him accrue to buy slaves and keep them beneath him.
HaShem gave us, Avraham's descendants, a taste of that bitter medicine, to put us off slavery forever-- it didn't stick. Offered permanent freedom if we could learn to give others freedom with cycles of rest and of jubilee and redemption, we decided over and over that we'd rather have gold, and kings, and conquest; mastery over others rather than equality, towers rather than freedom. The promises we'd made came with penalties though, and choosing to pursue power meant that time after time we learned what it was like to be exploited and oppressed. Over and over, we said we'd learned our lesson, and cried out for deliverance. Over and over, we chose cruelty over peace, exploiting others over justice, and reaped the rewards of our folly.
We refused to listen to the voice of HaShem offering us another way. We turned the Sanctuary of Peace into a place to boast of the slaughter of our enemies. We exploited and swallowed up the poor and vulnerable among our own kin. We profaned every sacred thing we were given.
And we were exiled. Again, and again, and again. Scattered among the nations, we transformed our tradition more than once. We remembered our mistakes. We told the story of all these failures to our children. They told it to theirs.
But we still struggled to learn from it. And the nations, who had taken the story from us and bent it into hundreds of new shapes, rarely learned either. They, too, used it as an excuse for conquest. They, too, committed massacres in the Divine Name and claimed to be doing HaShem's will. They too, made idols out of wealth and power and called it worship of the one true G*d. And when we, who were witnesses of the cost of breaking a promise to the maker of the heavens and the earth, kept telling our story of the ways we failed and the suffering we faced for it in their lands, they hated us for it and tried time and again to wipe us off the face of the earth, to let them have the fresh start HaShem claimed in the flood. To silence the lamentations that resounded between their proclamations of some new triumph once and for all so they could truly bask in their victories with no reminders of the cost.
It never worked.
86 years ago, as the world broke again, a few of us huddled in an apartment in France, discussing the holy books, trying to find a way to fit the broken shards of the world back together in a way that could heal it all, while the furious footsoldiers of a would-be Pharaoh hunted for them. From Babel to Ur to Egypt to Assur to Babylon to Rome to the Franks to the Russians to the Nazis to now, the struggle against tyranny, against exploitation, against our own eagerness to coerce and brutalize others, to put ourselves above them by force, has been the same.
In 1940, one member of that small group who had huddled in hiding trying to make sense of the holy books sent his friends a letter. He called it "On the Concept of History". He fled for the border, trying to escape the slaughterers. He failed. The border guards, uncaring, refused to let him pass. He died by his own hand. His words remain.
How long will it take us to listen? How long will it take us to learn? Will the disaster ever end?
I can’t prove who took my friend. The whole operation is built so that no one ever can.
In late 2023, a few weeks after October 7, my husband and I had dinner with our friend Jeremy. He is British, mid-thirties, with a decent job and the kind of progressive politics that used to mean food banks and climate marches. He asked about my family in Israel by name. He wanted to know if my mother was sleeping. He paid for dinner and hugged us both on the street, and on the walk home my husband said what I was thinking, that we were lucky to have friends like him.
Over the following year I watched his feed change. First it was the accounts he followed, then the language he used in his own captions. The escalation had a rhythm to it, each week slightly further than the last, the way water finds a slope. The last real conversation we had, he said this to me: “Israel’s existence is the reason antisemitism exists. Even Jews say it.”
He is no longer our friend. That was our choice as much as his. What I want to examine is how a kind man arrived at a sentence like that in under two years.
The simplest explanation deserves to go first. People watched a brutal war on their phones and drew their own conclusions. Grief and anger at images from Gaza are human responses, and holding them requires no puppeteer. Criticism of the Israeli government is legitimate; I publish it myself, in detail, under my own name. If Jeremy had told me the war was unbearable to watch, that he believed Israel’s government had lost its moral bearings, we would still be having dinner. Plenty of people I love believe exactly that.
But that is a conclusion. What Jeremy said to me was a product. “Israel’s existence causes antisemitism” reverses cause and effect with a confidence no one reasons their way into alone, and the tag at the end, “even Jews say it,” is the laundering step, the borrowed permission slip. Products have supply chains, and this one’s is documented in sanctions designations and forensic reports that almost nobody reads.
Start with Tehran. Microsoft’s threat analysts found that from October 7 onward, Iran combined targeted hacks with influence operations amplified across social media, and by late October nearly all of its influence and cyber actors had converged on Israel in what researchers called an all-hands campaign. The most damning evidence arrived by accident. When Israeli strikes hit Iran in June 2025 and the regime’s internet went down, a network of AI-generated personas embedded in ordinary British political conversation went dark for sixteen days, then came back online pushing pro-Iranian and anti-Israel content. The analysts at Cyabra who caught it called the gap a before-and-after snapshot of state interference; the fake campaign had already collected 224 million views. During the 2026 fighting, a separate analysis found that 60 percent of the most viral posts about Iran on X in the war’s first week came from accounts outside the United States that presented themselves as American voices.
Moscow’s method is different. In October 2023, blue Stars of David appeared stenciled on buildings across Paris. A Moldovan couple was arrested for painting them at the request of a pro-Russian businessman, and France’s foreign ministry formally accused the Kremlin’s Doppelganger network of artificially spreading the photos online. Moscow staged the incident and then sold the panic.
Then there is the money that never touches a bot farm because it buys the street instead. The People’s Forum, the group that co-organized a Times Square rally celebrating October 7 the day after the massacre, received over $20 million between 2017 and 2022 from Neville Roy Singham, a tech mogul based in Shanghai with documented ties to Chinese state propaganda outfits, routed through shell organizations and donor-advised funds. Congress is now investigating whether the arrangement violates the Foreign Agents Registration Act. Samidoun, a “charity” that helped energize campus encampments, was designated by the U.S. Treasury in 2024 as a sham fundraiser for the PFLP, a terrorist organization, and listed as a terrorist entity by Canada.
And Qatar, which I know from my own meetings with officials to be among the heaviest investors in this space, does most of its work in the open, the most audacious part of all. Since 2016 Doha has spent roughly a quarter of a billion dollars on 88 registered American lobbying and PR firms, and from 2021 to mid-2025 its agents logged 627 in-person meetings with U.S. political contacts, more than any other country on earth. The American arm of its flagship network, AJ+, was ordered by the Justice Department in 2020 to register as a foreign agent because it operates, in the department’s words, at the direction and control of Qatar’s leaders. Five years later it has neither registered nor stopped broadcasting. Over Thanksgiving 2025, Qatar flew a group of American conservative influencers to Doha on a luxury trip that researchers described as an influence operation wearing an educational costume. When one government’s talking points can reach both a Brooklyn leftist and a Fox News audience in the same news cycle, the word “grassroots” has stopped describing anything.
I know this terrain from the receiving end. In 2018, a newspaper reported that Israel’s Government Advertising Agency had paid my Israeli limited company roughly $3,500 a month, about $49,000 over fourteen months, for consulting on social media and LGBTQ outreach in Hebrew, and raised the question of FARA. The work was the ordinary kind a communications consultant does anywhere, lawful whoever the client, and top American lawyers I consulted found that registration did not apply. The contract ended that year, and I have taken nothing from any Israeli government agency since. Anonymous accounts still recirculate the article on schedule whenever my work reaches a new audience. A consulting contract that ended nine years ago works as a permanent weapon in the feed, while a Qatari state network spends its fifth year defying a formal Justice Department registration order without consequence.
None of these operations invented anger at Israel, and no honest account can pretend they did. Their work is subtler than invention. They manufacture consensus, and consensus is the one thing a decent person never thinks to verify. Jeremy could have checked a statistic. A sensation that everyone he respected had already moved is not checkable. When he saw a post with tens of thousands of likes, shared by an influencer he trusted, echoed by accounts that looked like nurses and veterans, he did what social creatures do. He assumed he was late to a truth his community had already reached, and stopped asking what the PFLP is or who funds the group organizing the march. Jeremy believed he was following his conscience through a crowd. Parts of the crowd were rented.
Here is what I cannot do, and it took me two years to understand that the inability is deliberate. I cannot point to the post that took him, or tell you whether the account that first taught him the sentence about Israel causing antisemitism belonged to a man in Manchester or a shift worker in a Tehran content farm. Neither could any investigator on earth. Attribution dies at the level of the individual, and the entire enterprise is built on that grave. Missiles have return addresses and memes do not. Every Jeremy reads as organic. Every friendship dissolves as if by weather. Anyone who says the word campaign out loud sounds paranoid at exactly the moment the evidence is strongest, and I spent months doubting my own eyes about a man I loved. That doubt was somebody’s deliverable.
The output is now measurable in people, and in power. A survey released this week found that 29 percent of Americans aged 18 to 44 view Jews as a threat to the unity of American society, against 13 percent of those over 60. The same polling shows the share of respondents whose answers mark them as openly prejudiced against Jews more than doubled since June 2023, while the share of informed allies collapsed from 15 percent to 6. Those are the numbers of a campaign that worked. The same survey carries the feed’s other signature: 53 percent of Americans were unfamiliar with the murder of 15 Jews celebrating Hanukkah at Bondi Beach, and 66 percent with the arson of Mississippi’s largest synagogue. An information environment that hands a fake campaign 224 million views leaves an actual massacre unseen. And electorates produce politicians. In Britain, the Green Party has organized much of its identity around Palestine. Across Democratic primaries in the United States, candidates who once led with healthcare now lead with Gaza, and the ones who don’t are learning what the algorithm does to their fundraising.
This week, New York's mayor spent much of a Times interview on Gaza, and I read the comments under the clip as they arrived. Real New Yorkers arguing about buses and rent, and braided through them, accounts with stock phrases and no history, until the commenters began accusing one another of being bots. Nobody could tell. He won office with real votes; the information environment those voters live inside is another matter, and both things are true at once.
To believe every one of those politicians is a foreign asset would be its own conspiracy theory, and I don’t believe it. They are responding rationally to a public opinion environment that four governments spent years and fortunes helping to build. A democracy that cannot tell organic opinion from purchased opinion has lost something it needs to function.
There are moments when a state finally acts, and the shape of Britain’s is instructive. Beginning in March, proxies directed by Iran’s Revolutionary Guard attacked British citizens on British streets: arson at a synagogue and at a Jewish ambulance charity, the stabbing of two men in Golders Green. The ban on supporting the IRGC came on July 13, four months later. For those four months, a political class that finds time to condemn Israel from a far, week after week, could barely bring itself to name the state whose agents were setting fires in London. Israel poses no threat to Britain and asks nothing of it, yet it occupies British politics as a permanent emergency, while the government that actually exported violence to British soil enjoyed the presumption of complexity until the smoke made denial embarrassing. The information war is engineered to produce this distortion. Its design is deniability, an ocean of content with no single author, so that naming the arsonist feels reckless and blaming the familiar villain feels safe.
So the response has to happen without the fire. FARA should be enforced against every state broadcaster that defies it, starting with the one that has ignored a Justice Department order for five years. Platforms can label state-linked amplification the way they already label a paid ad; it is the same transaction. Britain’s new law against state-backed organizations deserves use at home and imitation abroad. The forensic researchers at firms like Cyabra, whose findings reach a fraction of the audience of a single fake account, need funding and distribution. And the billions flowing from Doha into Western schools and universities without meaningful disclosure belong in the same ledger as the lobbying money.
And there is a second audience, the one the analysts’ reports never mention. The campaign that runs at people like Jeremy also delivers something to people like me. It taught me to read my friends the way a security officer reads a crowd. A slow reply, or a friend who never mentioned my wedding, now arrives with a question attached that I hate and cannot stop asking: is this a life being busy, or is this the operation reaching someone else I love? Jews across the West are living inside that question. The suspicion corrodes from both directions, and the corrosion is part of the design. A people taught to suspect its friends, and friends taught there is virtue in walking away, will separate on their own. Nobody has to order it.
I used to frame this as a choice we would eventually face. I no longer think the choice is ahead of us. The 29 percent are already voting, and some of them are already teaching. My fear, the one I carry into places where I am told to be optimistic, is that we are past the point where exposure alone fixes anything, because the generation that was farmed does not remember a feed that wasn’t.
Somewhere in London or New York this week, a dinner like ours in 2023 is happening. Someone kind is asking someone Jewish about their family, and meaning it. Whether that friendship survives the next two years is being decided partly by the two of them, and partly by people neither of them will ever meet, working from Tehran and Moscow and Shanghai and Doha. Jeremy never met them either.
My friend’s name has been changed.
This day in history, July 18, 1994: We remember the AMIA bombing. The Iranian backed Hezbollah terrorist organization committed a suicide bombing targeting a Jewish community center in Argentina. 85 were murdered, with over 300 others injured.
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Eliya Cohen thought his girlfriend, Ziv Abud, was dead when he was kidnapped at the Nova festival. Now they are looking forward to getting m
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I met Ziv in 2011 while growing up near Tel Aviv. We were both 14 and I saw her crying because her boyfriend had left her. Trying to help, I said, “Don’t cry. You are young, pretty and you will have a good life ahead of you.” She eventually messaged me on Instagram and we started hanging out together. I learnt quickly that she has the most beautiful soul and her love for me was like nothing I had ever experienced. Later we moved in together and we were together every day until October 7, 2023.
Part of my job was organising festivals and we spent many weekends with our friends, listening to music, drinking and having fun. The Nova festival, held in the Negev desert in southern Israel, was something we were all looking forward to. Even after we saw the missiles in the sky that day, we thought, “Ah, this is Israel. It is a normal day.” So we carried on dancing. It was only when I got a call from my aunt, who was also at the festival, that we realised something was not right. She was screaming, saying that someone in her car had been shot. I said to Ziv, “We should get out of here.”
We drove with Ziv’s nephew and his girlfriend, heading for the main road, but there was a police roadblock. We turned the car around and drove maybe five minutes until we saw a bomb shelter — a common sight near the border. More people joined us in the shelter, but we were all talking and joking. Although it was scary, we had seen it before.
Then suddenly the terrorists were outside the shelter and they were going to kill us. A grenade rolled into the shelter and exploded. Another grenade and we are fighting, picking up the grenades and throwing them out of the door. It was like this for 40 minutes until the terrorists fired a rocket-propelled grenade.
I don’t know how, but my mind was still working. Ziv fainted and I knew the only chance to save her was to bury her underneath the dead bodies. Two of those bodies were her nephew and his girlfriend.
The bullets were still coming into the shelter and I was shot in the leg, but then I was dragged out and loaded onto a truck. The last thing I saw was a terrorist pointing his gun into the shelter and firing a hundred bullets. I was sure Ziv was dead.
I was driven to Gaza and thousands of people were on the streets celebrating. I was more scared of these people than I was of the terrorists. The terrorists wanted to keep me alive, a hostage for negotiation. Those ordinary people wanted to kill me. They wanted the respect that would come from killing a Jew.
I was held for 505 days. In the tunnels was the worst — no light, no sleep, beatings, being stripped naked so they could laugh at us, no food, no water. There was a wonderful day when we realised we were so far underground that there was damp on the walls. We would lick the walls. At least we had a drop of water. I put my trust in God. I knew they would not break me.
The days blurred into one, but when we heard a rumour that Donald Trump had been elected it made my group of four hostages very excited. Two weeks later our captors told us three of us would be released. Just three, not four. I was lucky enough to be one of them but knowing one of us was still in captivity filled me with guilt. Alon Ohel was freed eight months later.
Then I saw my family. And Ziv. She was alive. It wasn’t real, but it was. Of course then I found out what had been happening in the world. The marches celebrating the murders and rapes, babies being slaughtered. The only reason people can mock is because we are Jewish. If it happened to other people they wouldn’t.
Even after I was released I didn’t allow myself to continue with life. How could I see a doctor or start my therapy when the other hostages weren’t free? The 20 remaining living hostages were released last October.
It has taken a long time but Ziv and I now try to think about the future. I bought an engagement ring before October 7 and have now had the chance to propose. We will marry this summer and build a family with many children in Israel, in the land where they tried to kill us. For me, that’s the biggest victory of all.
Ziv
The bomb shelter we were in on that day in 2023 — on Route 232 near the Kibbutz Re’im — is now known as the shelter of death. The first grenade exploded and the sound, the smell, the dead bodies… not even bodies, arms and legs and blood. I was scared like I have never been scared before. I peed myself three or four times.
The last thing I remember is holding Eliya’s hand and him covering me with dead bodies. I think I heard him scream, saying he’d been shot. Then one of the terrorists began shooting into the shelter — a machinegun. So many bullets. I could feel them hitting the bodies on top of me — thum-thum-thum — making the bodies shudder and move. And then nothing.
I woke up at 11am and the attack had started at eight. There was me and six other survivors in the shelter, and we had no idea what was going to happen. Would the terrorists come back? We sat with our dead friends for seven hours until we were rescued and taken to a hospital. I tried to call my sisters and they said they had seen a picture of Eliya. I thought they were lying, trying to make me happy, but then I saw the picture on the news. He was alive but he was in Gaza — a hostage.
I cried myself to sleep every night but each morning I would tell myself that I would make sure Eliya came home. I was part of the delegations travelling around the world, telling people about October 7. When he was finally released and I saw him again, after 16 months, he was so thin, my Eliya, and like a ghost.
When I was a child I heard people talk about the Holocaust and how much people hated Jews, but I thought that people had changed. Then I saw marches all over Europe, defending what had happened. People would stop me in the street and say Hamas is not a terrorist group, they are fighting for human rights.
Of the people who were murdered, we knew 48 of them. [Official figures put the death toll of the October 7 attacks at 1,200.] My nephew and his girlfriend are gone. I suffer from PTSD and still have nightmares. When I tried on my wedding dress, there was nothing, no happy tears. October 7 changed us, it changed everything, but we have hope. Our wedding is going to be our moment. It is our present from God.
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Did you know that the hand gesture used by Spock in the Star Trek movies comes from the Cohen sub-tribe of the Nation of Israel? Cohens are part of a Levite sub-tribe of the Jewish People
who hold a special priest status. Cohanim are also the direct descendants of Aharon (Moses’ older brother). This sacred hand gesture is ONLY used by Cohens and is how they traditionally bless the Nation of Israel during prayers before the Torah is taken out to be read. This symbol is also found on the gravestones of many Cohanim who have passed away to honor their identity and special status amongst the Nation. The original Spock actor, Leonard Nimoy, is a Jew and used his identity in a movie that greatly influenced pop culture. Although some Cohens have the last name “Cohen”, others changed their last name in order to minimize the constant experience of Jewish persecution in the diaspora. For them, the Cohen identity and traditions were orally passed down through the father. Today, there is actually a Cohen gene that has been found, which proves that all Cohens are the direct descendant of one man from the Levant region. Live Long & Prosper . ~ Rudy Rochman רודי רושמן
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Did you know that Kim Possible is based on the Young Women in the IDF?
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shabbat shalom everyone, stay safe and healthy and cute :)
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Hey! I want to start saying brachot more often, so I created a lock screen guide with the different food blessings. I made it so it isn’t blocked by the time, date, Hebrew date, or “press home to open” labels. I made several color options for anyone interested in using it!
Ritual handwashing, hamotzi, and wine/grape juice are in smaller print because those are ones that I have memorized.
“Grain Sustenance” refers to anything made from grain (wheat, barley, rye, spelt or oat) that isn’t bread: cake, pastries, pasta, couscous, farfel, most crackers and cereals. I specifically included sustenance (from mezonot) in the title because it’s a helpful reminder for me and others that haven’t had a good relationship with food in the past that yes, these items are absolutely sustanence that you can and should be eating (unless you have an allergy of course).
Fruit of the Trees: something grown from a perennial tree that does not renew its stem and does not grow too close to the ground. Examples: apples, grapes, and nuts (not peanut).
Veggies and Other Fruits: These are the “fruits of the earth” which includes vegetables, legumes, peanuts, and any fruit that doesn’t fit the tree fruit description. Examples of that include bananas, melon, pineapple, and some berries.
Miscellaneous: all other food. Meat, fish, eggs, cheese, mushrooms, candy, water, non-grape drinks, etc.
For more details and rules, check out Jewish Virtual Library. They have tables with more examples, and specifics about when and how to say the blessings.
I have to go to our sister shul for Shabbat morning services tomorrow which is.... fine I guess. Their rabbi is on vacation so it's our rabbi who's leading the service etc., which is also fine.
But. Their services start half an hour later, and it's a slightly different bus route to get there. Which is actually more inconvenient than I thought it would be! It's either gonna really throw off my routine and I'll spend the whole commute glued to my navigation app, or I'll just have to he v early. Ugh.