Dedicated to my husband and son, Zecharia and Benyamin David
David: There were Jews who were informers. The man informed the governor and the governor sent two soldiers to our house. My mother begged: “I am a widow, have mercy on me”. The soldiers ignored her pleads. Back in the day, when my father was alive, we used to bribe the soldiers who came to our house with food. We hid the pots between the straw.
When the Imam died, the pogroms began. It was the Lord’s gift to us to come to the Land of Israel. The pogroms...read more