A Jewish Journey of Identity and Courage

few were absorbed in their phones, while others were curiously surveying the room. It seemed they, too, didn’t know anyone, as they remained silent. Just then, a girl with long, curly black hair approached us. She wore a necklace with a golden Star of David, and a small ring sparkled on her nose. “Welcome! My name is Shelly, and I’ll be your guide,” she said with a warm smile, her Israeli accent unmistakable. “Nice to meet you, I’m Dana,” my mom replied, glancing at me. “And you are?” Shelly asked. “I’m Emma,” I replied, my voice trembling with excitement. “Welcome, Emma. Please take your seat; we’re about to begin.” Shelly placed her arm gently on my shoulder and led me inside. “Have fun, sweetheart,” my mom said as she disappeared down the hallway. I followed Shelly to an available seat, slightly off to the side, between two unfamiliar boys. My heart raced, and I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. Everyone here is just like you, I reminded myself. I scanned the room; while there weren’t many kids, several seats remained empty. “Were you also forced to come here?” I jumped at the sudden voice. “What? No,” I mumbled, turning toward the speaker. A boy with bright hair and big blue eyes grinned at me. “You mean to tell me you came here willingly?” “Yes. I mean, it sounds interesting, doesn’t it?” I replied, uncertain. He shrugged. “Maybe, but I’d rather be somewhere else.” “Hi everyone!” Shelly called out, and the room quieted. “I’m Shelly, and I’m here to guide you through this special workshop. We’ll talk a bit about Judaism, a bit about Israel, but mostly about you. I’d love for each of you to share a few words about yourselves. Let’s start with you, David.”

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