with the terrible news of another attack on a synagogue and the news a couple of days ago that an army vet deliberately drove into a south asian family thinking they were muslim, it can be hard to breathe sometimes.
this evening we celebrated mimouna at my house, a north african tradition according to which muslim neighbors bring bread and desserts to their jewish friends and celebrate the end of passover together. so we american jews and muslims decided to get together. we shared poems and ideas. we ate a lot of bread and sweets. we should have had moroccan mint tea but had chai instead – a pakistani addition 🙂
solidarity is the only place we can ever feel safe.
