DEAR READER
No title available
blake kathryn
Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
No title available
JVL
@theartofmadeline
Not today Justin
Stranger Things
Today's Document
Xuebing Du
oozey mess
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Love Begins
KIROKAZE
dirt enthusiast
RMH
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Product Placement
seen from Belarus
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Croatia
seen from Belarus
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
@sethrogensmohel
Nahalla, Morocco, 1871 CE
The curator writes: "According to an informant, the Talit corner was used for 'Nahala.' The object was placed at the seat of a deceased person in the synagogue during his memorial year"
The Hebrew reads: "Moshe A'tias may the Lord sustain him and grant him favor."
nothing says biblical like the cookie monster and elmo
A song of the Vilna ghetto. An 11-year old boy Alexander Volkoviski wrote this prize-winning melody in a ghetto contest. Shmerke Kaczerginski then set words to the tune, and Chava Alberstein's version is the best.
Quiet, quiet, let’s be silent, Dead are growing here. They were planted by the tyrant, See their bloom appear. AII the roads lead to Ponar now, There are no roads back, And our father too has vanished, And with him our luck. Still, my child, don’t cry, my jewel, Tears no help commands, Our pain callous people Never understand. Seas and oceans have their order. Prison also has its border, But to our plight There is no light. There is no light.
Spring has come, the earth receives her Bui to us brings fall. And the day is filled with flowers, To us darkness calls. Autumn leaves with gold are softened, In us grow deep scars, And a mother somewhere orphaned Her child in Ponar. Now the river too is prisoner- Is enmeshed in pain- While the blocks of ice tear through her, To the ocean strain. Still, things frozen melt, remember, And cold winds to warmth surrender- Future bring a smile- So calls your child, So calls your child.
Quiet, quiet, wells grow stronger Deep within our hearts, Till the gates are there no longer. No sound must impart. Child, rejoice not, it’s your smiling That is not allowed, Let the foe encounter springtime As an autumn cloud. Let the well flow gently onward, Silent be and dream . . . Coming freedom brings your father, Slumber, child serene. As the river liberated, Springtime green is celebrated Kindle freedom’s light, It is your right, It is your right.
שטילער, שטילער, לאָמיר שװײַגן, קבֿרים װאַקסן דאָ. ס׳האָבן זײ פֿאַרפֿלאַנצט די שׂונאים: גרינען זײ צום בלאָ. ס׳פֿירן װעגן צו פּאָנאַר צו, ס׳פֿירט קײן װעג צוריק, איז דער טאַטע װוּ פֿאַרשװוּנדן, און מיט אים דאָס גליק. שטילער, קינד מײַנס, װײן ניט, אוצר, ס׳העלפֿט ניט קײן געװײן, אונדזער אומגליק װעלן שׂונאים, סײַ װי ניט פֿאַרשטײן. ס׳האָבן ברעגעס אױך די ימען, ס׳האָבן תּפֿיסות אױכעט צאַמען, נאָר צו אונדזער פּײַן קײן ביסל שײַן, קײן ביסל שײַן.
פֿרילינג אױפֿן לאַנד געקומען, — און אונדז האַרבסט געבראַכט. איז דער טאָג הײַנט פֿול מיט בלומען, — אונדז זעט נאָר די נאַכט. גאָלדיקט שױן דער האַרבסט אױף שטאַמען, — בליט אין אונדז דער צער: בלײַבט פֿאַריתומט װוּ אַ מאַמע; ס׳קינד גײט אױף פּאָנאַר. װי די װיליִע אַ געשמידטע — ט׳אױך געיאָכט אין פּײַן, — ציִען קריִעס אײַז דורך ליטע איצט אין ים אַרײַן. ס׳װערט דער חושך װוּ צערונען, פֿון דער פֿינצטער לײַכטן זונען — רײַטער, קום געשװינד, — דיך רופֿט דײַן קינד, דיך רופֿט דײַן קינד.
שטילער, שטילער, ס׳קװעלן קװאַלן אונדז אין האַרץ אַרום, ביז דער טױער װעט ניט פֿאַלן זײַן מיר מוזן שטום. פֿרײ ניט, קינד, זיך, ס׳איז דײַן שמײכל איצט פֿאַר אונדז פֿאַרראַט, זען דעם פֿרילינג זאָל דער שׂונא װי אין האַרבסט אַ בלאַט. זאָל דער קװאַל זיך רויִק פֿליסן, שטילער זײַ און האָף. . . מיט דער פֿרײַהײט קומט רער טאַטע, שלאָף זשע, קינד מײַן, שלאָף, װי די װיליִע אַ באַפֿרײַטע, װי די בײמער גרין־באַנײַטע לײַכט באַלד פֿרײַהײטס־ליכט אױף דײַן געזיכט, אױף דײַן געזיכט
whyyyyy does everything feel bad all the time
Poland, 19th century. Egg decorated with micrographic text from the Song of Songs, handwritten in ink, 7 x 5.
“From the 18th century, and perhaps even earlier, hollow eggs on which sacred texts had been written in micrography were used to decorate European sukkahs. Not all the texts related directly to the holiday of Sukkot, the Festival of Booths: this example has Song of Songs 1-4:7 inscribed in minuscule letters. At times feathers were added to the hanging egg, so that it looked like a bird in flight."
Wild boars ❤️🐽
In a fiery keynote address opening the Re-Charging Reform Judaism conference on Wednesday morning, Ammiel Hirsch, Stephen Wise Free Synagogu
Reform Jewish establishment is scared as hell lmao
“Kissinger knew that few, if any, would believe his motives for the wiretapping of his aides and others were altruistic, including me, and so he sicced General Alexander Haig, his sometimes loyal deputy, on me. Haig called me a few times during the afternoon to inquire whether the story directly linking his boss to the wiretaps was going to be published the next morning.
Yes, I said. There was an astonishing final call at deadline, around 7:00 p.m. “You’re Jewish, aren’t you, Seymour?”
In all of our previous conversations, I’d been Sy. I again said yes. “Let me ask you one question then,” Haig said. “Do you honestly believe that Henry Kissinger, a Jewish refugee from Germany who lost thirteen members of his family to the Nazis, could engage in such police-state tactics as wiretapping his own aides? If there is any doubt, you owe it to yourself, your beliefs, and your nation to give us one day to prove that your story is wrong.”
I remember staring at my phone in astonishment. The story ran and Kissinger did not resign.”
— investigative journalist Seymour Hersh, then a Washington reporter for the New York Times, in his memoir “Reporter”
Palestinian children were prevented from going to school by razor wire and israeli soldiers — so they sat down and studied right in front of them (via AndreyX)
11 year old Huda, April 26, 2026, via CNN
Jewish Enameled Syrian Copper Tray, ca 1900. Decorated with the figures of Moses and Aaron with the Tablets of the Covenant and Hebrew inscriptions.
Shavuot - The Harvest. acrylic on canvas by Harry Lieberman, 1974. born in the shtetl Gniewoszów in the Pale of Settlement, Lieberman immigrated to the United States in 1906. he began painting when he was seventy-six years old and continued to paint for the rest of his life, inspired primarily by Jewish history, religion, and mysticism.
nearly 1/4 of american jews (24%) now support replacing israel with a binational state according to a new poll. beautiful
May 21, 1945 - British soldiers burn down Bergen-Belsen concentration camp as former prisoners look on. 70,000 prisoners of the Nazis were murdered in the camp. [video]/[video]
sally rooney is being translated to hebrew by a bds compliant hebrew publishing house. what a time to be alive
hashem save me from another campaign season that frames israeli democracy as being at stake and ignores the so-called democracy controls the lives and fates of millions of palestinians who can’t vote in the elections whether they’re in september or october, whether bennett or bibi woes the haredim
everyone should read the bund book
