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About Ashdod

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THE PROSTITUTE AND THE MESSIAH: REDEMPTION FROM THE MOST UNHOLY OF UNIONS (Parshat Vayeshev)

In the soil of Israel, survivors of Nazi concentration camps are planting a new home at Beer Ya'aqov. Across the hillside of Beer Ya’aqov, Fred Diament drove his tractor, cutting deep.

After the park, we head back home. I’m exhausted. I’m thinking, “How do parents do this every day?” I mean, I love the kids, but wow, they’re a handful.

Palestinian hunger striker says he’ll end fast, claims Israel agreed to set him free