Student Union opens ‘hasbara’ room in effort to fill public diplomacy vacuum.
She was getting dressed for a long-awaited date,
When her mother commented, “You should have lost some weight.”
Her excitement, her optimism quickly deflated.
And in the recesses of her soul, self-doubt inflated.
As she nervously began to style her hair,
Her sister remarked with a scornful stare,
“Your hair is a mess, you should have had it done.”
There’s no way he’ll think that you’re the ‘one.’
“You really are a pathetic sight.
Your shoes are ugly, your dress too tight.
Your color is out of style – you have no taste,
“He’ll know right away the evening’s a waste.”
When the boy finally knocked, she was close to tears,
Her stomach was churning, beset with so many fears.
She slowly left her room, her heart heavy with dread,
Wishing with desperation that she could stay home instead.
She was getting dressed for a long-awaited date,
When her mother commented, “You’re so pretty, you look great,”
Whatever nervousness she had felt quickly dissipated,
She smiled at the mirror as she calmly waited.
“You’ll knock his socks off,” her sister did declare,
“When he opens the door, I’m sure he’ll just stare,
“Don’t be surprised if he brings you back rather late,
He’ll certainly want to get to know his gorgeous date.”
“He’ll be so glad that he agreed to go out,
“That he’ll want another date – there is no doubt.
“You do look great in that beautiful dress,
And you’re smart and sweet natured – he’ll be so impressed.”
When they boy finally knocked, she had a big grin,
“Hurry up Tatty, please let him in,”
Her heart was racing, fueled by elation,
As she run down the steps in joyful anticipation.
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Written entirely through Frayda’s eyes, the reader is drawn by her unassuming personality.
Adopting an ancient exegetical approach that is based on midrashic readings of the text, thematic connections that span between various books of the Bible are revealed.
While Lipman comes from an ultra-Orthodox background and is an Orthodox rabbi, he offers a breath of fresh air when he suggests that “polarization caused by extremism and isolationism in the religious community may be the greatest internal threat to the future of the Jewish people”
Certainly today’s communication via e-mail, Facebook, Twitter and the like, including the ubiquitous Whatsapp, has reduced the need to talk with people and communicate at length.
These two special women utilized their incredibly painful experience as an opportunity to assist others.
Maybe we don’t have to lose that growth and unity that we have achieved, especially with the situation in Eretz Yisrael right now.
Sleepily, I watched him kissing Mai’s chubby thighs.
I have always insisted that everything that happens to anyone or anything is min Shamayim.
My teachers like me and they tell my parents that I am a great girl with good middos.
The chicken and waffle nuggets were fabulous and were like chicken in a dessert form.
“Have you forgotten your dreams?” The Hope Merchant asks a defeated and hopeless Lily when she “happens” upon his shop.
The universe was created by God out of nothing; it has not always existed.
A young lady in her early 20’s, “Sarah” was redt to “Shlomie” a boy from her home town who learned in an out-of-town yeshiva. The families know each other well, which in today’s shidduch scene is a big plus – since it was therefore unlikely the kids would “fall in” due to misinformation and misinterpretations.
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and that is precisely what almost always happens in situations where a reference knew someone had serious but hidden emotional issues, but did not reveal the information to the person making inquiries.
Time never stood still for anyone – why would I be the exception? In my hubris, I thought that somehow I would live forever – and I suspect we all have secretly felt that way, even though we know it’s a fantasy.
One can argue that forgetting something on a regular basis is a sign of advancing age and it’s time to for a neurological evaluation, but based on the number of young people who need to replace a lost smart phone (too bad it’s not smart enough to warn its owner that that they have become separated – or is there an app for that too?), I safely can say that losing “stuff” cuts across the generations.
For quite a few days in late December, Toronto was transformed into a breathtaking – literally and figuratively – frigid winter wonderland, where every twig, leaf, car door, and outdoor wire and cable was totally encased in ice. When the sun shone the landscape was blindingly brilliant as if billions of diamonds had been glued to everything the eye could see.
Outside is a winter-white wonderland replete with dazzling trees, wires, and sidewalks seemingly wrapped in glittery silver foil. It’s quite lovely to look at, which is about all I can do since I’m stuck indoors. Icicle-laden tree branches are bent and hunch-backed by the frozen heaviness of their popsicle-like burden, and the voices squawking from the battery-operated transistor radio I am listening to are warning people not to go out since walkways and roads are extremely slippery, and there is real danger from falling trees.
The necessity of speaking up when you “have a hunch” applies even more when it comes to shidduchim. One little girl did just that – she said something – and I was fortunate enough to be in town for the very joyful, lively wedding that resulted from her speaking up.
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