i don’t put my religious sense in front of others. but…it’s times like this. spirituality isn’t just in words. when i look at the Masada and i think of the Promise Land, i just can’t believe how lucky we are.
and we have this beautiful desert. these beautiful sands. the wide, blue ocean.
when people speak of Moses parting the seas and people taking their breathtaking first few steps across the sand, i think of our grandparents arriving after the Shoah. when they arrived, they felt a true sense of life, purity and love. they knew that they were safe.
i feel really close to our faith. it’s not at school, i don’t feel the need to broadcast it.
i like being respectful and going to services, listening to testimonies from survivors and taking in each breath with gratitude.
i’m really glad the Homeland Project is my 1st assignment. i am proud of our heritage. this is clear. this, to me, is safe.
my faith will never wake up and tell me that it no longer loves me. i should’ve just focused on this all along.
my people vs. your people. GO!