Our Stories

Sunrise in Boston

As I chat with my friend Debra, the Rebbetzin from Boston I realize that here is a lady who is not afraid of the dark. I think back to my...

My Village

I am often asked about Shariya village itself, about its history, its culture and flavor. Pertinent questions, ones which provide the...

The Horse and His Rider

There are days when something beyond our limited human comprehension transpires. When within the course of a few hours, lives forever...

Harbi's New Home

This has been an emotional week, one that has left us in awe and wonder of the journey that we are being allowed to pursue here in an off...

Lessons Learned

I will never forget the day I met Noori. He was one of too many psychologists I was interviewing. Each one was what I call, “copy paste”,...

I Have a Dream

“I loved my childhood. I grew up with my family in Tel Azer, where my father had a small supermarket for grocery supplies. I loved...

Miss Sue

We have a family update this week. Recently our beloved ESL teacher, Miss Sue, became sick. "Her girls" as they are known both to us and...

My Window

The great fire of Shariya Camp broke out during the Friday afternoon siesta time on June 4th. It took two months until those displaced...

The Body Shop for Broken Cars

Do you remember going to a supermarket with a super clear list in hand, yet walking out with a totally different purchase, asking...

9/1

The end of each month leaves me hoping for a quiet month ahead. We were glad to say goodbye to August. We had made it into a good month,...

Nit Ein, Nit Zwei

As the end of the Hebraic year is on my horizon, and with that the realization that we are way past the mid-way mark of 2021, I have been...

The Kids from the Land of Suddenly

We are not in the position to allow elephants into our room. Due to the nature of a 2014 “Suddenly,” following 72 “Suddenlies” for the...