What I’d Tell My Dad
I’ve never known a time when there was not an Israel. As a child I’d look up at the big map on my Hebrew School wall and knew it was the country that belonged to my people. When I was five, the only other nation whose shape I could recognize as easily as that skinny slice of land in the Middle East was the United States of America, where I was born. Israel was barely six years old then, yetGet More Articles—Subscribe Today!
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