Tombstone from Cochin, India

Behold I have not plowed nor have I planted, I have not prayed for the rain. And suddenly, see! My fields have grown Sun-blessed grain instead of thistle. Is it the aftergrowth of ancient produce,…

A song I engraved on the tombstone (matzevet) of my master, my father, may he be remembered for the life of the world to come. The holy seed shall be its stock (matzavtah; Isaiah 6:13), is it not the…

Yesterday morning Roi was murdered. He was lulled by the quiet of the spring morning and did not notice those lying in wait in the furrow. Today, let us not cast aspersions at the murderers. How can…