Mezuzah, yes, mezuzah. Youโd be surprised how much depth there is in this little box that sticks to the door frame and looks like itโs holding a secret.
Sheโs not just any object. Sheโs a psychologist, a gatekeeper, an Mossad agent, and a spiritual GPS device – all in a box the size of a permanent marker.
The Vatican – If you think about it, there is no other place in the world where people in white coats make moral decisions for billions of people, and in the same breath explain to us – the Jews – how to conduct our affairs in the Land of Israel. After all, it’s like getting a lecture on veganism from a steakhouse chef.
We are a people who survived 3,000 years, rose from the ashes of great empires, built a progressive state in the heart of the Middle East – and then willingly choose to spend seven days in a makeshift tent in a parking lot. If that isnโt proof of Jewish tenacity, I donโt know what is.
There are days in the Jewish calendar that manage, in some supernatural, almost mystical way, to stop time. Yom Kippur is one of them. It doesn’t matter if you are a religious Israeli or a completely secular one who feels that the closest rabbi to you is the shawarma man at the Carmel Market. Perhaps this is the essence of true Zionism: a country where Yom Kippur is not a day off from work to go shopping, but a day off to stop.
In ancient times, a man was measured by the number of children he fathered. Later, by the number of miles he fought in the reserves. Today? By how spicy he can put in a pita without collapsing into an ambulance.
The friend who always comes when you don’t invite her, insists on staying too long, and throws you into bed with a set of sounds, lights, and smells you’re not ready for.
Two small boxes, lots of black leather, knots, wraps, a constant mantra, and your morning is no longer just a morning – it started with meaning.
If an animal had to be invented that could sleep 18 hours a day, demand food like a French chef, judge you silently, and suddenly attack you like a cruiser fighter – it would undoubtedly be the cat.
If youโve found yourself confused between burqa, hijab, niqab, chador, veil, and other names that sound more like postcolonial fusion restaurant menus than clothing items โ youโre not alone.
If you wonder why some women cover their faces, hair, bodies, or everything, including their eyes โ and you still have to pretend itโs a โfree choiceโ โ you already live in the liberal West of the 21st century, where reason has succumbed to relativism, and โwomenโs liberationโ includes the right to proudly walk into the sack.
What Are They Trying to Sell Us in the Name of โThe Protestโ
November 30, 2025
When โZionismโ Has Become a Curse Word in Philosophy Halls?
November 27, 2025
Current affairs / Leisure / Politics
What are they trying to sell us in pop culture?
September 26, 2025
