Haviv Rettig Gur
I was going to write about the Torah portion. Then I read this and had no words left. Shiri Bibas, alone in Gaza, knowing that something much worse than death was happening to her, knowing her boys were being dragged into the fire. There is no consolation. Shabbat shalom.
Mijal Bitton
I haven’t stopped thinking about Shiri. About what it means to be a mother in unimaginable darkness. About the unbearable weight of loving your children so fiercely—even in the depths of Gaza. Our Torah gives us words for joy, but it also gives us words for grief. 🧵
