Spending Shabbat in a 7-family settlement atop a hill in Samaria.
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
Someone yelled at Yaakov for carrying coffee on Shabbat. Here's what he learned from the experience.
Children accustomed to hearing the booms of missile interceptions and air raid sirens, had witnessed something even more rare; lightening striking the earth right next to them!
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