What we endure is fragmentation, hunger, and loss. Our sighs and groans break our spirits as we lament: We once had Yemen; we ...

In Their era, the face of vitality has darkened with gloom. Our days are twisted by despair and regret. The spirit bleeds, ...

“Hashem” is a name that weighs heavily upon my shoulders. It is the fourth name in my identity, yet it has become a ...

Such contempt springs from individuals consumed by emptiness and bravado—those who thrive on pillaging and corruption and ...

There exists within us a passionate yearning for hope, driven by an insatiable curiosity that propels the pursuit and ...

Time passes, dear Father, as we struggle against formidable adversities. After a long period of quietude, decades have ...

Their disregard for your existence or bodily safety stems from your willingness to pose questions that provoke mental ...

I feel a piercing pang of regret as I confront the state of affairs that exists before me today—one that never entered my ...

When the door creaked open, even the slightest ray of light barely made its way inside. It trickled down from the upper floor, fracturing as it descended the staircase, moving like an aged man, weary ...

As my father’s age began to wane like a setting sun, trailing its pale red remnants, the mountain sighed with its sorrows and memories, heavy with longing, pain, and reproach.