I was so stormy one Saturday and walked up from the house in Hebron, without prior notice to share
Borax, a cake for Shabbat ... and she does not speak. She really did not speak. She hugged m
I'm Iyar, sometimes the sun caresses and sometimes the cold and darkness prevail. The days of Iyar..
Teacher Dina is like an abstract and spiritual melody, a melody from which one can imagine magical w
What am I here for? Who thinks selfishly of the world that exists above, who longs for life and holi
I find myself sitting and talking to her for a whole hour just about the Beatles
We are sitting here in Jerusalem, and they are really sitting there in Washington, but he is sitting
I have nothing Tora to say - but on the other hand, a melody plays in my heart
Dina was all singing, she was all a tune, one big tune that would never end.
I gave a scream at home that they thought at least a squad of terrorists had entered through the win
I would move all my desires aside and I would say to myself one, two, three four, five ... I will ge
Overcome weaknesses also for the sake of personal example
Teacher Dina was like a mother to me
The dream that was cut short of being Dina's student
Teacher Dina was the only teacher I felt really saw me
Feel the light of Teacher Dina
The inner voice that Teacher Dina left in me
Lord of the world, do you have someone who realizes your great Torah in reality more than them? How
The chopper that teacher Dina handed out at the end of the twelfth
Only Teacher Dina was able to identify what was hidden deep deep in her soul
What kind of authority did she not have in the class?
One day I walked into Dina's house in the evening, Dina sitting and playing, and her class sitting o
My surprise at the matter is full of Eli's sincerity in the children and at eye level