LIORA ARGAMANI MOTHER OF HOSTAGE NOAM ARGAMAN-DYING WISH TO SEE NOAM ONE LAST TIME

"My heart really hurts...I want to see her one more time" Liora Argamani, mother of hostage Noa Argamani, is battling stage 4 brain cancer. 

Her dying wish is to see her daughter one last time.

                       

THE BLOOD OF MY ANCESTORS CRIES OUT TO ME

“I never was close to my Grandmother, Chaya Sara. Sure, I lived next door to her most of my life and saw her every day. She was an, undeniable, imposing and impressive presence in my childhood and early adulthood, but I never understood her. 

My view of her was bias, since she was the proverbial mother in law who called my mother every morning at 6:30 am, to make sure that my father had ample food provisions for the day at the knitting factory she ran. 

My grandmother could even unnerve the Lubavitcher Rebbe, who she knew before anyone did, since she was BFFs with his mom. When my father had his tonsils out, the Rebbe was just on the cusp of becoming THE Rebbe and called the house to see how my father was feeling. He simply said this is “Mendel Schneerson”. 

You see the previous Rebbe had sent her husband all over the world and she was left to raise the kids all by herself. Essentially, she was a single mother. She was tough, resilient and a handful. As she used to say about herself, “I’m trootful”. 

To be brutally honest, I never got a hug or an acknowledgement of “love” from her. I struggled to understand that, but on a day like today, I understand. 

MAN, DO I. This woman lost a mother and two brothers in the Vilna Ghetto. People were being massacred and murdered. If they weren’t running from Stalin, they ran from Hitler. 

Everyone wanted to kill Jews and they did. My grandfather was in and out of prison, just for being a pious Jew. 

She gave birth to her eldest alone and sent a messenger with the name of her firstborn “Frieda”, which is Yiddish for “Joy”. I can’t wrap my limited brain around how a woman who is suffering can still hope. 

When pain and trauma is so embedded in the recesses of your soul, you MUST detach or it kills you. She needed to be there for her family, so she toughened up. This, I can relate to. A bit too much. 

She traveled through Russia, deep into Asia to save her family. All the while she had to earn money. 

Since she was “on the lam”, there wasn’t much employment to be had, so she became a bartender to support her family. She procured false papers and after the war, she met my grandfather in Paris. 

She had smuggled her four children with her and miraculously was reunited with  my great grandfather and he moved in with her until he passed away in the 1970’s. 

I was named “Shaina” after his wife who had been murdered by the Nazis. 

But, you see. The Phoenix does rise out of the ashes. 

I lost many of my relatives in the Holocaust. When I was younger, NO ONE would talk about it. The branded numbers from the concentration camps were on many arms of the people I knew and loved. It was everywhere and a “normal” part of my childhood. 

I thought that I had more of a chance of seeing a unicorn on Eastern Parkway, than see people murdered and attacked for being Jewish. 

And those murders being celebrated. 

The blood of my ancestors cries out to me. My grandmother, Chaya Sara does too. #NeverAgain #October7Massacre"

YAFFA ADAR-85 YEAR OLD ISRAELI HOSTAGE VICTIM GETS CONCERT INVITATION FROM ANDREA BOCELLI

The 85-year-old former Hamas hostage and Holocaust survivor Yaffa Adar whispered songs of Andrea Bocelli to herself every morning while in captivity to give her courage for a new day. The granddaughter Adva Adar of released hostage Yaffa Adar (85) is reading the letter Andrea Bocelli wrote to Yaffa.Happy tears ❤️. Bocelli has invited her to one of his shows and or perform a private concert for her. He will pay for her to travel to wherever he is for the concert. “I wish I could hug you,Bocelli wrote". I say BRAVO!

NAAMA LEVY-ISRAELI HOSTAGE-BRING HER HOME

The mother of a 19-year-old women held hostage in Gaza published a heartfelt plea Friday for her daughter’s release and warned time was running out. Naama Levy was seen in a video from Gaza on October 7 following her kidnapping with her hands tied and bloodied sweatpants, giving rise to widespread speculation that she had been sexually abused by her abductors. “You have seen the video of my daughter Naama Levy,” Ayelet Levy Shachar wrote on the Free Press website. “Everyone has. You have seen her dragged by her long brown hair from the back of a Jeep at gunpoint, somewhere in Gaza, her gray sweatpants covered in blood. “You may have perhaps noticed that her ankles are cut, that she’s barefoot and limping. She is seriously injured. She is frightened. And I, her mother, am helpless in these moments of horror.” Levy Shahar underlined fears that Hamas terrorists are continuing to abuse her and other women in captivity, as mounting evidence points to multiple instances in which terrorists on October 7 raped and sexually assaulted women before executing them. “There are seventeen young women still in captivity. They range in age from 18 to 26. I think of what they, and my Naama, could be subjected to at every moment of the day. Each minute is an eternity in hell,” she wrote. “On Monday, State Department spokesman Matthew Miller said that one of the reasons Hamas doesn’t want to release the young female hostages is they don’t want these women to be able to talk about what happened to them during their time in custody. Everyone knows exactly what he means,” Levy Shahar continued.

“What would you do if your daughter was being held hostage by violent rapists and murderers for two months? Perhaps the better question is: What wouldn’t you do?” she asked. Levy was taken captive by Hamas terrorists from the Nahal Oz army base. She had just finished her course the previous Wednesday to become an observation soldier at Nahal Oz, tasked with monitoring the border. She arrived at the army base on Thursday and was taken hostage on Saturday morning. Long before Hamas’s October 7 onslaught — when thousands of terrorists streamed over the border, killed some 1,200 people, the majority of them civilians, and kidnapping some 240 more — surveillance soldiers from Nahal Oz reported signs of unusual activity along the tumultuous Gaza border, situated a kilometer from them.

THE MASSACRE OF 1500 JEWS IN ISRAEL BY TERRORISTS ON OCTOBER 7TH, 2023-NEVER AGAIN IS NOW!

 

REMEMBER THEIR NAMES!
One month ago today on October 7th,2023 over 1,400 Israeli men, women and children were brutally massacred by Hamas terrorists. 

Some of the victims have still not been identified because their bodies were so mutilated    

Remember their names. 

May their memory be a blessing but they will never rest in peace because they suffered such horrific deaths by the terrorists whose only interest is to murder all the Jewish people in the world.

                        
  NEVER AGAIN IS NOW!

ANOTHER BIRTHDAY-STEVEN NATHANIEL WOLKOFF

  

ANOTHER BIRTHDAY

My older son Steven Nathaniel Wolkoff would have been 46 years old today.

What can a parent say on the birthday of their dead child?

A living child asks for a birthday party. 

As they become older, you, as the parent, ask them what they want for their birthday. There’s dialogue. 

It’s tradition to remember your child's birthday, to not do so ignores that they lived.

But what exactly is a parent supposed to do on the birthday of their child when he is gone?

Not gone, as in out of town or at the beach, or out of the country. Gone as in, no longer alive.

A dead child doesn’t want. 

A dead son asks for nothing.

What does a mom or dad and siblings do?

Where’s the rule book for recognizing birthdays of a dead child?

Steven was born on the first day of Fall and died on the first day of Summer. 

There is something odd to me about the the significance of the equinox and solstice in his life and its parallel meaning to the Earth. 

If the autumnal equinox represents balance, then the summer solstice was most certainly the day we felt our world come to a deafening halt on the longest day of the year.

Steven lies dead in a grave because of the negligence and indifference of those who killed him, stole his life at the age of 30, and have tried to erase that he ever lived.

I mourn what was, what could of been, and what will never be.

You deserved so much better my son, it just wasn't meant to be. 

Love, Dad 

MOM-DOROTHY WOLKOFF

  

I thought of you with love today
but that is nothing new

I thought about you yesterday
and days before that too,
I think of you in silence
I often speak your name

All I have are memories
and your picture in a frame.

Your memory is my keepsake
with which I’ll never part
I have you in my heart.

Hug me strongly, and carry me home

Dear Mom, one more kiss again

I thought of you today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have are memories and your picture in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake from which I’ll never part. God has you in His arms, I have you in my heart.

See more at: http://www.idlehearts.com/?p=24438I thought of you with love today

Today is the day that my Mother, Dorothy Wolkoff died on June 30th,1997. It was sudden and there was never a chance to say goodbye.
 

My mom was the strongest, toughest, most courageous, gentle, caring person I have ever known. 

Biology aside, mom's can be magical human beings. A mother's love is unlimited, it can heal us, make us feel safe, and inspire us. My mother was all that and more. How lucky I am.

She taught me much, but in particular, emphasized the importance of self pride, work/life ethics, compassion, caring, and being humble. 

In spite of her hard life, she provided for my sister and myself, by doing whatever was necessary for us to live, we never lacked for anything because of her grueling unselfish efforts. 

My mother was the only one who believed in me, particularly during my youth, and stubbornly never gave up, no matter how much I screwed up. 

Without her support during my most difficult years as a youngster, a wild acting out teenager, she ALWAYS stood up to me, for me, guided me, and refused to give in, or give up on me. It was not easy for her to do that, but she would not back down, ever.

My mother literally saved my life many times, she was one of a kind, I will always remember and love her for that. I told my mom in many different ways over the years how much she eventually contributed to my taking the correct productive path with my life all because of her. 

I spent much of my adult life making my mother proud of me, telling her how much I loved her. 

Whatever is good in me, came from my mother. 

I love and miss you mom.