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@NoaMagid Always

Forever in our hearts.

@israelititan Never forgotten

Never forget what we lost on October 7. Do you remember or not?

My father raised me with Jewish observance. Shma at night, Kiddush on Friday night. But the earliest memories I have of reading a sacred text with my father aren't of Genesis, or the Exodus from Egypt, or even of my Bar Mitzvah parsha. They're of reading the Declaration of Independence with him every July 4th. He would read them aloud with the same musical, passionate voice that compelled the attention of listeners at state affairs or class day ceremonies. We were a small family of four, often in those early years with another family we were close to, but we felt like a jury listening to the case that he was making in the highest of courts. "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal!" he would insist, his eyes meeting ours -- and then pause, waiting to see if any of us would dare to challenge him. I didn't understand many of the specific accusations that the Founding Fathers were laying at Britain's feet, but I knew by the end that my father believed America had the protection of divine Providence, and that he pledged his life, fortune and honor to this country that had taken him in, that had given him a home when he was stateless. To our fellow Americans, Shabbat Shalom and happy 250th anniversary of these blessed United States of America.

"I'm gonna be the dirtiest doctor ever. I'm gonna poison them slowly." - Ahmet Kerem Korkaya, a Turkish medical student who researched breast cancer and immunology. Korkaya is one of the 8 indicted last week by the Feds for terrorizing the University of Michigan & surrounding areas.

Love this picture. Synagogues in the US stayed open 24 hours to pray for the troops on D Day.

Never dare to forget how it all began.

@VividProwess Never Forgive or forget

Shiri Bibas and her dog, Tonto. Tonto was shot to death by Hamas on October 7th, and Shiri was kidnapped to Gaza along with her two young children, where they were all strangled to death by Gazan terrorists. I'll never let the world forget.

@MagicFlower22 You are loved and we wish we could turn back time

If you could tell them something what would you say?

@NoaMagid 😭😭😭

Every single day, we remember.

Every single day, we remember.

Next week is Passover. I wish Shiri Bibas and her two children, Kfir and Ariel, were here to celebrate it with us. They were brutally taken from us by Gazan terrorists. We will never forget them.

Young women are scrubbing Jewish orgs and leadership from resumes. Charging their names on rides here apps. Losing friends. None of this is okay. I join @JewishWomenIntl in my concerns about Jewish women in a post 10/7 world.

Never forget what Hamas did on October 7. Never forget the horrific show they put on when returning the Bibas family bodies. All the people who want peace and prosperous lives for Jews and Palestinians alike, understand that Hamas will never concede to that.

@MorEdge_Insight Who's cutting onions?

Dear HaShem, Please keep every single American soldier heading out to the Middle East safe and protected so that each may return to their loved ones and little ones. Amen 🇺🇸🙏🏼🫡

🇮🇷 47 years ago, I stood at a window in Tehran as a 3-year-old boy, smelling burning tires and hearing the chants that would steal my country. I didn’t have words for what was happening. Today, I am watching smoke rise over the same city — but this time the smoke is not the end of Iran. It is, God willing, the beginning of her resurrection. Several weeks ago I wrote in that the fever of 1979 was finally breaking. I never imagined I would wake up to see that fever confronted so directly. Israel — with the clear support of the United States — has launched a preemptive strike deep into Tehran and against the regime’s military machinery. Explosions in the capital. Military targets hit. The IRGC’s aura of invincibility, already cracked, is shattering in real time. I do not celebrate war. No decent person does. What I celebrate — what millions of Iranians inside the country and in the diaspora have prayed for in secret for decades — is the possibility that a regime which has no right to exist may finally be forced to go. This is the same regime that: - Armed and cheered the October 7 massacre against Israel for no reason other than pure genocidal hatred. - Murdered tens of thousands of its own sons and daughters who dared to walk peacefully in the streets demanding the most basic freedoms. - Gouges out the eyes of young women for the “crime” of wearing makeup. - Hangs teenagers from cranes for posting a tweet. - Exports terror, poverty, and darkness to every corner it can reach including the U.S. No nation, no people, should have to live under that. Not Israelis. Not Americans. Not Lebanese. Not Syrians. And certainly not Iranians. I am a physician who has spent his life trying to heal bodies and a son of Iran who has spent his life mourning a stolen homeland. What we are witnessing is not aggression — it is surgery. Painful, necessary surgery to remove a tumor that has metastasized for 47 years. The tumor is the Islamic Republic that has hijacked Iran. To the brave pilots and special operators of the Israeli Air Force and the men and women of the United States military now carrying out this mission: I pray for you with everything I have. May God shield you from harm. May every missile find its target and every soldier return home safely to the families who love them. You are not invaders. You are the answer to the prayers of millions who have whispered “enough” in the dark since 1979. You are giving our friends the chance to breathe free air again. The entire region will owe you a peace we have not known in my lifetime. To my fellow Iranians watching from inside the country right now, heart pounding, maybe hiding in basements or on rooftops: Hold on. The end is clearer than it has ever been. The regime’s fear is real. Their eyes — those same eyes that once stared down at us with absolute power — now show something they haven’t shown in decades: panic. The math has changed. The window of 1979 is finally closing. To the little three-year-old boy I once was — and to every little boy and girl in Tehran, Isfahan, Shiraz, and Tabriz today who hears explosions instead of lullabies: This time the sounds are not the closing of a door. They are the opening of one. The road ahead will not be easy. Transitions never are. But the direction is unmistakable. A secular, prosperous, free Iran is no longer a dream — it is becoming an inevitability. I have lived the stolen life so that others might not have to. Today, for the first time in 47 years, I allow myself to believe that the stealing is almost over. Thank you, Israel. Thank you, America. The Iranian people — the real Iran — will never forget. The fever is breaking. The dawn of 2026 is here. And this time, the light wins. 🇮🇷❤️🇮🇱🇺🇸

I think the worst part about sharing Arbel Yehoud's story is knowing that I have to include the part where a terrorist shot her puppy. I have to include it because there are so many people who will assume the terrorists were right to kidnap and assault a Jewish woman, no questions asked. But Hamas shooting a puppy that cried as it bled to death on the floor? Then that crowd starts wondering about the terrorist's "morality." We've been dehumanized to the point that we have to tell the world how poorly they treat animals, because we aren't even worth as much as a pet to you.

On October 6th, they were a family. On October 7th, they were burned alive and reduced to ashes by Hamas terrorists. Johnny, Tamar, Shahar, and Arbel (6), and Omer (4) Siman Tov. Some of you might have a short memory, but we don’t. May their memory be a blessing.