A bris between missile alerts was the ultimate show of Jewish defiance against a tyrannical enemy
“I’m not doing this!” the mother screamed. “Tell everyone they can go home — I won’t hold my baby’s Bris while rockets are on the way.” It’s not every day a mohel has to balance such tensions, but when war breaks out, the eighth day waits for no one. The event was scheduled for Shabbat […]
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