I realized that I am an integral part of that man who wished to win – I am also a part of a nation; I felt like I was standing there and shouting, “I won.”
As I powerfully belted out the song, Ani Maamin B’emunah Sheleima – which means “I believe in God with full faith” – a thought suddenly crossed my mind.
The first issue the girls had to deal with was finding sponsors willing to donate goods and services for the event.
Girls don't usually learn Gemara. Everyone knows that.
The poetry slam required entrants to compose original poetry with powerful imagery and energetic rhythm bringing their poems to life – making it palpable to the audience.
“I was so inspired by the beautiful lessons I learned and by the holiness around me that I just couldn't stop writing songs!” she says.
Every moment was a gift. I held each one, savoring.
We arrived in Auschwitz on Thursday, January 30, 2014. My seminary was taking us to see where the prisoners were kept. When we got...
From the moment Israel was declared a Jewish state, it has been the subject of controversy and struggle.
David looked up. “Hatzlacha, Dina,” he smiled. “I hope everything goes well.”
There’s so much he could do Resources are not few He refuses to end all His SILENCE.
Playing a musical instrument can help build faith in yourself as you observe yourself do something splendidly.
The task of studying Latin may not be a worthy endeavor to most of the population, but for those who plan on going into medicine or law it may not be such a bad idea.
JLIC campus couples serve as tremendous role models for Jewish students on campus...
A program that started with a handful of volunteers has grown exponentially to include students from a wider array of backgrounds.
People’s clothing can earn them a derogative title, or even an assumption of their personality! This is wrong in so many ways.
In the hands of a child with talent, passion and persistence, an instrument can change a life.
We aren't at a platform; we are underground, just sitting there.
Garbage in your streets, my city Wind-blown litter, lonely men
I love you in your blazing heat my aching feet dragging in your streets.