In Israel, when the siren sounds on Yom Hashoah - Holocaust remembrance day - everything stops. Cars on the highway pull over. People stand in the middle of the street. Nobody runs. Nobody moves. You stand. You face it. You remember together.
Not all sirens in Israel mean run. Some sirens mean stop, remember, and never forget.
As Shabbat comes in and we light the candles tonight, I am thinking of them.
The ones who didn't make it. The ones who survived and carried the weight of both. And the one survivor who walked into that room this week and put a face, a voice, a heartbeat to the Holocaust. We are running out of time to be in the same room as it.
It is on the next generations now. Not only the descendants of survivors. All of us.
We light the candles. We tell the stories. We make sure Never Again means Never Again.
Shabbat Shalom 💙
Inbal











