Teddy’s 🌈 Mom and Billy

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He died with 200 children in a gas chamber, holding their hands until the end. He was a father to 200 souls who had no one else in the world. As the soldiers shouted and the world collapsed into madness, he looked at his children and smiled, telling them not to be afraid because they were going on a trip together. Janusz Korczak was a famous doctor and a brave Polish military officer who spent his entire life proving that children are the most important people on Earth. This wasn’t just a job for him—it was his life’s mission. In 1912, he founded a very special place called the Orphans’ Home in Warsaw, designed specifically for children who had lost their parents and had nobody else to protect them. He didn’t just look after their health; he respected them as complete human beings with deep feelings and big dreams. He even created a “Children’s Republic” inside the home, where the orphans had their own small government and even their own court to settle arguments fairly. To him, every child was a “precious gift” and a “creative flame” that adults were lucky enough to protect. He lived by one simple, powerful rule: you haven’t done enough for a child until you have done everything you possibly can. Because he lived by that rule, his responsibility grew even heavier when World War II began. When the Nazi occupation forced the Jewish population into the walled-off Warsaw Ghetto, Korczak moved all 200 of his children there to keep them together. In a place filled with hunger and disease, he became their father figure, their doctor, and their only shield. He spent every day begging for food and medicine just to keep them alive. Because Korczak was so famous and respected, he was offered several chances to escape to the “safe” side of the city and hide. He refused every single time. He knew that if he abandoned those 200 children to save his own life, everything he had ever taught about loyalty and love would be a lie. He stayed because a father does not leave his children when the storm arrives. The day they were taken away to the death camps, the streets witnessed something that looked more like a happy school parade than a march to a tragedy. Korczak wanted to protect the children’s hearts from the terrifying truth, so he told them they were finally going on a trip to the countryside. He had them wash their faces and dress in their very best clothes. They marched through the ghetto singing songs and carrying a bright green flag. Korczak walked at the very front of the line, standing tall in his military doctor’s uniform, carrying the two smallest children in his arms while the others clung to his pockets to stay close. Even the enemy soldiers watching them at the train station were moved to silence by the sight of such incredible dignity. When a soldier recognized him and offered him one last chance to walk away, Korczak didn’t even hesitate. “You do not understand,” he told the officer. “The children are not just my work. They are my life. I will not leave them now.” In the end, he followed his children all the way into the dark gas chambers of Treblinka. He stayed true to his word until his very last breath, holding their hands so they wouldn’t be afraid of the dark. When the chambers were opened later, they found him still leaning forward, surrounded by the sea of children who had huddled close to him for safety in their final moments. Janusz Korczak was a man who had every excuse to run, every reason to save himself, and every opportunity to look away, yet he chose to stand in the fire so his children wouldn’t have to stand there alone.

Sharon Refai was brutally murdered by Hamas on October 7. Remember her.

Many of you don’t know this, but Hamas murdered Shiri Bibas’s parents, Yossi and Margalit, on October 7. The remains of their burned bodies were found in the ashes 3 weeks later. Three generations were erased simply because they were Jewish. I’ll never let the world forget.

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Izabella Gandlin, 1996–2023. Murdered in cold blood by Hamas on October 7th. Her last dance was stolen, two weeks before her wedding day. Remember her name.

Kfir Bibas (9 months) was kidnapped from his home on October 7th. Palestinian militants later killed him, his brother, his mother, his dog, and his maternal grandparents. Three generations of one family: gone. Hamas has no right to exist. Never forget little Kfir💔

Some cats sleep tonight without a warm bed, a full bowl, or someone to call family. A little kindness can change their whole world. 🐾❤️

Daisy, 15 years old, and deaf. Daisy hears with her heart.. ♥️

I’ll never let the world forget how Gazans kidnapped an 8-month-old baby from his home and strangled him to death in a dark underground tunnel in Gaza alongside his mother and brother. His only “sin”? Being born Jewish. Kfir Bibas, forever in our hearts.

"Make sure the entire world knows how brutally my children were slaughtered." -Yarden Bibas.

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Every single day, we remember.

Sergeant Yarin Peled (20) was murdered by Hamas on 7th October massacre. She was a medic and had dreams of saving lives. Tragically Hamas attacked her base and mercilessly took her life along with others.

This week, Edith Eva Eger passed away at 99. At 16, she was deported to Auschwitz with her parents. They were murdered upon arrival. Edith, a ballet dancer and gymnast was forced to perform for Josef Mengele. In her memoir, The Choice, she writes: “Dance for me,” Mengele ordered. As he watched, he calmly decided who would live and who would die. “If I miss a step… it could be me.” “I dance. I dance. I dance in hell.” In that moment, she made a decision that stayed with her for life: “I am free in my mind. He never will be.” When Allied forces arrived, she was found barely alive in a pile of bodies - saved only because an American soldier noticed her hand move. After the war, she immigrated to the United States, built a family, and struggled with survivor’s guilt until meeting Viktor Frankl, whose guidance helped her heal. She went on to become a psychologist influenced by logotherapy and an existentialist approach to therapy. At 90, she published The Choice, which became an international bestseller. She later wrote The Ballerina of Auschwitz and The Gift.

Goodbye my angel Rex❤️ Rest in peace my baby 😔😔 Don't pass without giving him some love