Poem: That Great Diaspora

Being brave doesn’t mean we are not afraid. It means we keep showing up: at synagogue, on social media, at the Shabbat table, in the face of the world’s confusion and hate.

As a Moroccan activist of the Sunni sect, I’m not outraged by Israel’s decision to go to war against Iran, and I am not here for symbolic outrage.

While at war there’s never a better time for ice cream, with whipped cream and sprinkles, and a bomb shelter on top. 

I understand now why my dad was always so grateful to see a smile on our faces.

When you hear the boom, there is a split second where you wonder if this is it, if the structure around you will crumple up like a piece of notebook paper and the lights will go out suddenly and forever.