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As fighter jets roared above and reports of “skirmishes”—because no one wanted to call it a war just yet—filled our

May 11, 2025

Yesterday, as I sat across from an old friend—one of those easy chairs-and-chai sort of friendships that stretch across decades—he

May 10, 2025

Was walking past the living room in my daughter’s house when I heard a sweet voice from my granddaughter’s tablet

May 9, 2025

So there I was, on a noble mission—to buy a loaf of bread. Simple, humble, unassuming bread. I marched confidently

May 8, 2025

Thank God for the retaliatory strikes. Because if they hadn’t happened, I’m quite sure we would’ve seen war break out—not

May 7, 2025

Was speaking last evening to a man whose wife is an army officer, posted somewhere near the treacherous snow-dusted stretches

May 6, 2025

Exactly two years ago, I found myself descending into the bowels of the earth—into the underground city of Derinkuyu in

May 5, 2025

It begins, quite innocently. You’ve had a delightful evening at your friend’s place. Good food, warm conversation, possibly a brief

May 4, 2025

I still remember that day. Not because it was special, but precisely because I tried to make it sound like

May 3, 2025

The newspapers are dying. They were once proud. Noble. The Fourth Estate! Guardians of democracy! The ones who made politicians

May 2, 2025

There was wailing next door. Not muffled sobs but full-throated, guttural wailing. My wife looked up from her tea, her

May 1, 2025

I often wonder what went through Moses’ mind as he stood with the Red Sea in front and the sound

April 30, 2025

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