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We turn our eyes to Heaven, searching for the words to express our pain, our worry and our longing.

Do you dream of gunfire, explosions, and surprise attacks? Are you scared?

Do you know the joy of bringing a child to this world?
Or the helplessness, the pain and the worry?

I knock. No one answers. I try the door.  It is locked.  I look at Simcha. I panic.

There came my son, sending forth his own strength to support me in my weakness, “You can do this, Ima.  Keep going.”