Today is יום הקדיש הכללי (The General Kaddish day).
In this special day we say Kaddish (sanctification prayer) in memory of all of the holocaust victims that their burial places are unknown.

That made me think about all of those people who died just because they were Jewish..
they were young, ambitious, with dreams and loves and hobbies.. and their dreams were destroyed in just one moment.

We don't know their names, we don't know who they were, we just know that they were a part from the 6,000,000 murdered Jews. The only thing that testifies their existence is a piece of paper in Yad Vashem. No photographs, no relatives.. just a paper that someone who once saw them wrote.

And I thought, that it must be horrible to die like that.. because you want to leave a mark in this world after you die, and they have nothing.. nobody remembers them.. they're a part of a number, just a number,..
I want to be remembered, I want people to remember my personality, I want to make my dreams come true.. and the murdered ones can't, couldn't.

So that's what we did in school - we wrote a lot of names of murdered ones which their burial places are unknown on a paper shaped like a flower, and we hang it on a wall. The wall had a few words on it:

"לכל איש יש שם"
(Every Person Has A Name)


we remembered them, by their names.



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may all of our soldiers come back home safe and sound from Gaza.