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I found myself hoping that what she meant was that she no longer was “entrenched” in the parsha now, but would still be associated with it. I think that everyone who is not a hermit and living isolated in a cave should be actively involved in networking on behalf of the singles in their communities, and helping someone else’s child get under a chuppah. No one should feel that they can “retire” from fulfilling the mitzvah of creating batim ne’emanim b’Yisrael.
We are the souls of the children who were never born,
The would-have-been-offspring of the lonely and forlorn,
We never came into being, our chance at life denied,
Never becoming a kaddish, or a community’s source of pride.
Our never-married potential parents, on the outside looking in,
Wished mazel tovs to others – but silently wept within.
“May it be my turn soon,” each would daily pray,
But in vain did they wait for that magical day.
As the years accumulated, so did our “parents’ ” distress,
Wondering in the darkness if they would ever find happiness.
Dealing daily with despair, they continued with their lives,
Yet fearing in their hearts that they would remain deprived.
If only those who knew them had gotten more involved,
So many wrenching worries could have been resolved,
With a bit more effort, so much depression would have dissolved,
For it is around the family that Yiddishkeit revolves.
They allowed themselves to hope that they would get relief,
They looked to their community with optimistic belief,
That someone would say something, someone would have a thought,
Fortified by interest, whether a suggestion worked or not.
You knew they were among you, singles wanting to meet,
They hoped that your input would rescue them from defeat.
But many of you gave up early, many never tried at all,
So apathetic to their plight, you never bothered to call.
These unfulfilled non-marrieds continued living on their own,
Never finding one another, they spent their lives alone.
So close, yet so far, their paths never crossed,
For them and for all of us – an immeasurable loss.
And we, the non-born children of unions that could have been,
We remain nameless, our faces never seen.
Not having a beginning, we are no one’s continuation,
A timeless chain interrupted, missing links of our nation.
As the offspring of men and women, warm, talented and bright,
To our parents and Am Yisrael, we would have been a light.
We had so much potential, we had so much to give,
But we are just wishful dreams, never given a chance to live.
We are the generations that never came to be,
We will never make a difference in our people’s destiny.
We will never learn Torah, nor have children of our own,
We were the seeds that should have blossomed,
But were never sown.
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What better proof do we need than the recent war with Hamas in Gaza, dubbed “Operation Protective Edge,” that transformed the pain and suffering of three families into a sense of unparalleled unity and outpouring of love of the entire nation of Israel?
So many families are mourning, and all along we mourned with them.
In addition to his great erudition, Rabi Akiva was known for his optimism.
What can we do to help him stop feeling so sad all the time?
Children with dyslexia or dysgraphia frequently have problems in social relationships.
Israel’s neighbors engaged in hostilities from the onset. The War of Independence was a hard-won battle. Aggression and enmity has followed for 66 years.
The contest will include student-created sculpture, computer graphic design, collage, videography, PowerPoint and painting.
David, an 8-year-old boy on the autism spectrum, recently attended a Friendship Circle event. As he entered he told his Dad, “I love coming to the FC programs ‘cause everyone loves each other.”
Goldsmith himself went on his own “voyage of discovery” to the places where his grandfather and uncle landed and were sent.
Frank proclaimed himself Zvi’s successor and the reincarnation of King David.
Almost immediately the audience began singing and clapping and continued almost without stop throughout the rest of the concert.
As of late, vintage has definitely been in vogue in the Orthodox community.
Unpleasant happenings are quickly discarded if they do not affect us directly.
It is so hurtful to heighten people’s sense of inadequacy and guilt in a matzav that is already horrendous and difficult to bear.
Make no mistake: in the wrong hands cars are weapons of mass destruction.
Where once divorce in heimische communities was relatively uncommon, nowadays every family has a son, daughter, sibling cousin who is divorced – sometimes twice or even three times!
Many go about the business of living frum, observant lives, but they are only going through the motions.
Lately I have been hearing quiet grumblings from people who admit that they regret not encouraging their sons to get a post-high school education after a year or two of learning.
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