I knew then that he was my soul and I was his voice.
Joseph Cox lives in Modiin, Israel with his wife and six children and is the author of City on the Heights, a thriller about transforming the Middle East (available on Kindle and via Book Depository).
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Ruth watched as the mobs came.
In some ways, I conceive of Hashem as the greatest of writers. Except, instead of working with fictional characters in a fictional world, he works with real people in the real world.
“Did the other guy leave?” I asked the cabbie.
“No other guy,” he answered, in a Filipino accent, “We’re here.”
bs”d It is amazing to me, the smell of the hay. There are so many things I can no longer smell. They’ve just vanished, bit by bit from my reality. All of my senses are dulled, like I’m retreating from the world. I look up, the barn is still far away. A long walk Read more
So, I was like “what the heck is going on here?”
“Providence will show you the error of your ways.”
But most of all, I fear that Hina’s voice will be lost forever.
Why have a child, who may or may not obey, when you can have a child-companion who will always be loyal to you?
And that was when I conceived of this war.
I must stand for life, even if it means others must be condemned to death.
When the nurses put my new baby in my arms, I just thought – ‘what a miracle
Their freedom is still not complete.
The morning that changed my life started like all the others.
“She never knew you but she would be so proud of who you have become.
I lived in their world. But I did not share their reality.
I still remember the day the kid showed up. I worked on the forty-third floor of a San Francisco offices tower. In a city that admired flatness, bureaucratic and corporate, some industries still valued exclusivity. I was in one of those lines of work. I was a venture capitalist. Not just any venture capitalist though, Read more
Mohammed read, and Mohammed interpreted. He heard the voices telling him that the Chinese, communist materialists, were the enemies of Islam.
He was there so I could convince him that was a bad idea.
“First,” he continues, “Why didn’t you abort your son?”