A Jewish Journey of Identity and Courage

What is Israel for you? “I was thinking,” I said to my parents at the end of dinner, after we’d gone over the guest list for my Bat Mitzvah once more. My sister Karen was at a friend’s house, so it was just the three of us. It felt like the perfect opportunity to talk since their full attention was on me. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” Dad asked. “I’ve noticed that people don’t really understand Israel. They think they know a lot, but most of what they believe is wrong,” I explained, and both of them looked at me, waiting for me to continue. “So, I was thinking—maybe I could talk to my teacher about having a class on Israel.” Mom and Dad exchanged glances, communicating silently. “What do you think?” I prompted when their silence stretched on. “It’s a lovely idea, and you’re right—people often rely on prejudice when they discuss Israel. But are you sure you want to dive into this? It can be a controversial topic,” Mom said, and Dad nodded in agreement. “And don’t forget that kids can be especially cruel,” Dad added. “Trust me, I know,” I replied, recalling the hurtful comments I’d heard over the years. “But that’s exactly why this is important to me.” Mom and Dad began clearing the leftover food and dirty dishes. I overheard them speaking in Hebrew, and even without catching every word, I understood enough to know they were worried my idea might hurt me socially—that other kids might distance themselves from me. “If they’re truly my friends, they’ll stick around after the lesson,” I said as I stepped into the kitchen. They both turned to me, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry. I have Olivia, and if

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