My Story – Group 1

My Modest Life- Alaa Assadi.

I grew up in a warm family, which contains seven members: parents, three girls, and two boys. I am the youngest spoiled daughter; I used to be lazy. At the same time, I loved to stand in the kitchen and see my mother cooking, so I learned how to cook. My favorite thing to do was to bake cakes; I find it very joyful. Everyone at home like to eat from my handmade cakes. Unfortunately and happily, I am going to leave my parents’ house in two months. I will move to my own home with my chosen partner to start our long journey together, I hope it to be full of happiness. I have strange-mixed feelings that are hard to explain, I feel happy and excited that my life will begin as I chose. On the other hand, I can’t imagine myself leaving  home, where I grew up, and not being the spoiled lazy daughter anymore, asking myself: “Will I be able to wake up in the morning without seeing my sister’s face!?“.

My family poem – Daniella Buchnik

It was dark and cold, on a very thin hole.

I looked left and right but I couldn’t find.

My sister Rachel, was next to me – I swear!

But no longer, now she is just a shade.

I told mom and dad I will take care of her,

So, what now, I shout, where is she now?

That’s my story, you should all know,

It was not a game to come as far,

But now, we all are as one.

FAMILY – Fares Bakrih

Home Is a place to live and feel safe, it’s something which is hard to put in words. I lived in the USA for five years and all the time I felt something missing, someone to talk with. I had this deep feeling in my heart. Even though I had everything in the USA, somehow I always found myself thinking about my family whom I missed. That was the main reason that I came back home to my sweet family and started to look for a different direction or a new way of life.

My Family – Salma Ismael

It is said that what happens in our childhood best forms our personalities as adults. Spending a great deal of my childhood growing up at my grandpa’s house, with my aunts and uncles, is the most significant thing which helped shape who I am now and who I’ll always be. There, I learned right from wrong; I learned how to give and help others; I learned what is love and care; I learned what family really is; I learned to embrace kindness and forgiveness; I learned how to be strong and fearless; whatever good I have in me now, I largely owe it to them.

When I was a child of almost three and a half years old, I remember always wanting to climb on top of a wall separating my grandpa’s yard from his garden. The wall was barely 50 cm tall. I wasn’t allowed to do that, of course, in fear that I might fall and break some bones. I was a thin little girl.

My Favorite Holiday – Anat Elya

I was born in Israel to a father who was born in ‘Palestine’ (as appears on his birth certificate) and a mother who was born in Turkey and made ‘Aliya’ as a young child with ‘Aliyat HaNoar’ and was brought up on a Kibbutz. My family represents the essence of the Zionist Ideology of the Melting pot. I was brought up on stories about the birth of Israel and the cease on Jerusalem when my father was just a child. I remember my father’s participation in the 1973 war and his injury as a reserve soldier. Some of my childhood memories involve being the daughter of an Israeli Diplomat in several countries around the world and the pride I took at that role.

Growing up, Independence Day was my favorite holiday. It was the one day in the year that my family would hold off any mundane activity and be concerned with family, friends and especially – the love for the Land of Israel.

Memories- Roy Asbet.

My family has been in Israel for almost 150 years. Throughout my childhood, my grandparents have always reminded me how difficult it was to settle and build a house. They would remind of all the hard-ships, long working hours through day and night. They would reminisce about how they saved coin by coin from each and every job or income. And they were always proud when spoke about their children, all nine of them. These stories, and I am sure there were more, helped shape the next generation as well. Hard working is necessary so do not fear it, just do it. And most of all they kept believing in themselves when times were difficult. That is what I will remember most from their stories.