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ืžื” ืืชื” ื™ื•ื“ืข ืขืœ ื’ืขื’ื•ืข ื”ื•ื ืืกื•ืคื” ืฉืœ ืžื•ื ื•ืœื•ื’ื™ื ืื™ืฉื™ื™ื ืฉืœ ื ืฉื•ืช ื ื•ืคืœื™ื ืžืžืœื—ืžื•ืช ื™ืฉืจืืœ โ€“ ื ืฉื™ื ืืžื™ืฆื•ืช ืฉื‘ื—ืจื• ืœืกืคืจ ืœื ื• ืขืœ ืื”ื‘ื”. ืžืื—ื•ืจื™ ื’ืœื™ืžืช ื”ื’ื‘ื•ืจื” ื•ื”ื™ื’ื•ืŸ, ืžืฆื˜ื™ื™ืจืช ืื”ื‘ื” ืžืžืฉื™ืช: ืจื’ืขื™ื ืฉืœ ืงืจื‘ื”, ืฆื—ื•ืง ื•ืชืงื•ื•ื” โ€“ ืœืฆื“ ืขื™ื™ืคื•ืช, ืฉื‘ืจ ื•ื›ืื‘.ย 


ื™ื•ืชืจ ืžืฉื”ื•ื ืกืคืจ ืขืœ ืฉื›ื•ืœ, ื”ื•ื ืกืคืจ ืขืœ ื—ื™ื™ื. ื”ื“ืกื” ื‘ืŸ ืืจื™ ืžื‘ื™ืื” ื—"ื™ ืกื™ืคื•ืจื™ื ืืžื™ืชื™ื™ื, ืฉื ืจืงืžื• ืžืชื•ืš ืฉื™ื—ื•ืช ืขืžื•ืงื•ืช ืขื ื ืฉื™ื ื–ืงื•ืคื•ืช. ื”ื™ื ืœื ืฉืืœื” ืื•ืชืŸ "ืžื” ื–ืืช ืื”ื‘ื”" โ€“ ืื‘ืœ ื”ืชืฉื•ื‘ื” ืขื•ืœื” ืžืืœื™ื” ืžื›ืœ ื“ืฃ, ื•ืžื–ืžื™ื ื” ื’ื ืื•ืชื ื• ืœื”ืืžื™ืŸ ื‘ืื”ื‘ื”, ืœืœืžื•ื“ ืื•ืชื” ื•ืœื—ื™ื•ืช ืื•ืชื”.

What is love?

Two beautiful, radiant people gaze into each otherโ€™s eyes with a romantic look, violins playing in the background, and a promise in the air that theyโ€™ll stay together foreverโ€ฆ Is that love?

But maybe love is when Chaim brings Rivka clementines from the grocery store because he knows how much she loves them.

Or when Shmuelik says to Iris, โ€œI just want you, for once, to accept me the way your mom accepts your dad.โ€

Or when Yonatan and Yaara make their usual evening salad together: lettuce, cucumber, cherry tomatoes, mushrooms, and croutons.

Or when Ibrahim and Nadine go running together, and he holds her hand.
Or when Noga leaves the house without a head covering and shouts to Noam, โ€œBye, Iโ€™m heading down to Eilat!โ€

Or when Hadar sits in the staging area before entering Gaza and sketches doves and pomegranates for Ednaโ€™s wedding invitation.

Or when Yael sits on the swing, and suddenly a sharp pain cuts through herโ€”and in that moment, without knowing why, she realizes heโ€™s been killed.

Or when Zohara puts on the torn sweatshirt Yaniv wore on their first date and goes to identify him at Shura Camp.

Or when Iris stands over the grave of the love of her life and says, โ€œShmuelik, forgive me. I choose life.โ€

"Mah Atah Yode'a Al Gaagua" is a collection of personal monologues by women whose partners fell in Israelโ€™s warsโ€”brave women who chose to tell us about love. Behind the cloak of heroism and grief, a very real love emerges: moments of closeness, laughter, and hopeโ€”alongside exhaustion, heartbreak, and pain.

More than it is a book about loss, it is a book about life.

Hadassa Ben Ari brings eighteen true stories, woven from deep conversations with strong, dignified women. She didnโ€™t ask them, โ€œWhat is love?โ€โ€”but the answer rises naturally from every page, inviting us too to believe in love, to learn and live it.ย 

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Mah Atah Yode'a Al Gaagua

ืžื” ืืชื” ื™ื•ื“ืข ืขืœ ื’ืขื’ื•ืข ื”ื•ื ืืกื•ืคื” ืฉืœ ืžื•ื ื•ืœื•ื’ื™ื ืื™ืฉื™ื™ื ืฉืœ ื ืฉื•ืช ื ื•ืคืœื™ื ืžืžืœื—ืžื•ืช ื™ืฉืจืืœ โ€“ ื ืฉื™ื ืืžื™ืฆื•ืช ืฉื‘ื—ืจื• ืœืกืคืจ ืœื ื• ืขืœ ืื”ื‘ื”. ืžืื—ื•ืจื™ ื’ืœื™ืžืช ื”ื’ื‘ื•ืจื” ื•ื”ื™ื’ื•ืŸ, ืžืฆื˜ื™ื™ืจืช ืื”ื‘ื” ืžืžืฉื™ืช: ืจื’ืขื™ื ืฉืœ ืงืจื‘ื”, ืฆื—ื•ืง ื•ืชืงื•ื•ื” โ€“ ืœืฆื“ ืขื™ื™ืคื•ืช, ืฉื‘ืจ ื•ื›ืื‘.ย 


ื™ื•ืชืจ ืžืฉื”ื•ื ืกืคืจ ืขืœ ืฉื›ื•ืœ, ื”ื•ื ืกืคืจ ืขืœ ื—ื™ื™ื. ื”ื“ืกื” ื‘ืŸ ืืจื™ ืžื‘ื™ืื” ื—"ื™ ืกื™ืคื•ืจื™ื ืืžื™ืชื™ื™ื, ืฉื ืจืงืžื• ืžืชื•ืš ืฉื™ื—ื•ืช ืขืžื•ืงื•ืช ืขื ื ืฉื™ื ื–ืงื•ืคื•ืช. ื”ื™ื ืœื ืฉืืœื” ืื•ืชืŸ "ืžื” ื–ืืช ืื”ื‘ื”" โ€“ ืื‘ืœ ื”ืชืฉื•ื‘ื” ืขื•ืœื” ืžืืœื™ื” ืžื›ืœ ื“ืฃ, ื•ืžื–ืžื™ื ื” ื’ื ืื•ืชื ื• ืœื”ืืžื™ืŸ ื‘ืื”ื‘ื”, ืœืœืžื•ื“ ืื•ืชื” ื•ืœื—ื™ื•ืช ืื•ืชื”.

What is love?

Two beautiful, radiant people gaze into each otherโ€™s eyes with a romantic look, violins playing in the background, and a promise in the air that theyโ€™ll stay together foreverโ€ฆ Is that love?

But maybe love is when Chaim brings Rivka clementines from the grocery store because he knows how much she loves them.

Or when Shmuelik says to Iris, โ€œI just want you, for once, to accept me the way your mom accepts your dad.โ€

Or when Yonatan and Yaara make their usual evening salad together: lettuce, cucumber, cherry tomatoes, mushrooms, and croutons.

Or when Ibrahim and Nadine go running together, and he holds her hand.
Or when Noga leaves the house without a head covering and shouts to Noam, โ€œBye, Iโ€™m heading down to Eilat!โ€

Or when Hadar sits in the staging area before entering Gaza and sketches doves and pomegranates for Ednaโ€™s wedding invitation.

Or when Yael sits on the swing, and suddenly a sharp pain cuts through herโ€”and in that moment, without knowing why, she realizes heโ€™s been killed.

Or when Zohara puts on the torn sweatshirt Yaniv wore on their first date and goes to identify him at Shura Camp.

Or when Iris stands over the grave of the love of her life and says, โ€œShmuelik, forgive me. I choose life.โ€

"Mah Atah Yode'a Al Gaagua" is a collection of personal monologues by women whose partners fell in Israelโ€™s warsโ€”brave women who chose to tell us about love. Behind the cloak of heroism and grief, a very real love emerges: moments of closeness, laughter, and hopeโ€”alongside exhaustion, heartbreak, and pain.

More than it is a book about loss, it is a book about life.

Hadassa Ben Ari brings eighteen true stories, woven from deep conversations with strong, dignified women. She didnโ€™t ask them, โ€œWhat is love?โ€โ€”but the answer rises naturally from every page, inviting us too to believe in love, to learn and live it.ย 

Available in Hebrew only

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ืžื” ืืชื” ื™ื•ื“ืข ืขืœ ื’ืขื’ื•ืข ื”ื•ื ืืกื•ืคื” ืฉืœ ืžื•ื ื•ืœื•ื’ื™ื ืื™ืฉื™ื™ื ืฉืœ ื ืฉื•ืช ื ื•ืคืœื™ื ืžืžืœื—ืžื•ืช ื™ืฉืจืืœ โ€“ ื ืฉื™ื ืืžื™ืฆื•ืช ืฉื‘ื—ืจื• ืœืกืคืจ ืœื ื• ืขืœ ืื”ื‘ื”. ืžืื—ื•ืจื™ ื’ืœื™ืžืช ื”ื’ื‘ื•ืจื” ื•ื”ื™ื’ื•ืŸ, ืžืฆื˜ื™ื™ืจืช ืื”ื‘ื” ืžืžืฉื™ืช: ืจื’ืขื™ื ืฉืœ ืงืจื‘ื”, ืฆื—ื•ืง ื•ืชืงื•ื•ื” โ€“ ืœืฆื“ ืขื™ื™ืคื•ืช, ืฉื‘ืจ ื•ื›ืื‘.ย 


ื™ื•ืชืจ ืžืฉื”ื•ื ืกืคืจ ืขืœ ืฉื›ื•ืœ, ื”ื•ื ืกืคืจ ืขืœ ื—ื™ื™ื. ื”ื“ืกื” ื‘ืŸ ืืจื™ ืžื‘ื™ืื” ื—"ื™ ืกื™ืคื•ืจื™ื ืืžื™ืชื™ื™ื, ืฉื ืจืงืžื• ืžืชื•ืš ืฉื™ื—ื•ืช ืขืžื•ืงื•ืช ืขื ื ืฉื™ื ื–ืงื•ืคื•ืช. ื”ื™ื ืœื ืฉืืœื” ืื•ืชืŸ "ืžื” ื–ืืช ืื”ื‘ื”" โ€“ ืื‘ืœ ื”ืชืฉื•ื‘ื” ืขื•ืœื” ืžืืœื™ื” ืžื›ืœ ื“ืฃ, ื•ืžื–ืžื™ื ื” ื’ื ืื•ืชื ื• ืœื”ืืžื™ืŸ ื‘ืื”ื‘ื”, ืœืœืžื•ื“ ืื•ืชื” ื•ืœื—ื™ื•ืช ืื•ืชื”.

What is love?

Two beautiful, radiant people gaze into each otherโ€™s eyes with a romantic look, violins playing in the background, and a promise in the air that theyโ€™ll stay together foreverโ€ฆ Is that love?

But maybe love is when Chaim brings Rivka clementines from the grocery store because he knows how much she loves them.

Or when Shmuelik says to Iris, โ€œI just want you, for once, to accept me the way your mom accepts your dad.โ€

Or when Yonatan and Yaara make their usual evening salad together: lettuce, cucumber, cherry tomatoes, mushrooms, and croutons.

Or when Ibrahim and Nadine go running together, and he holds her hand.
Or when Noga leaves the house without a head covering and shouts to Noam, โ€œBye, Iโ€™m heading down to Eilat!โ€

Or when Hadar sits in the staging area before entering Gaza and sketches doves and pomegranates for Ednaโ€™s wedding invitation.

Or when Yael sits on the swing, and suddenly a sharp pain cuts through herโ€”and in that moment, without knowing why, she realizes heโ€™s been killed.

Or when Zohara puts on the torn sweatshirt Yaniv wore on their first date and goes to identify him at Shura Camp.

Or when Iris stands over the grave of the love of her life and says, โ€œShmuelik, forgive me. I choose life.โ€

"Mah Atah Yode'a Al Gaagua" is a collection of personal monologues by women whose partners fell in Israelโ€™s warsโ€”brave women who chose to tell us about love. Behind the cloak of heroism and grief, a very real love emerges: moments of closeness, laughter, and hopeโ€”alongside exhaustion, heartbreak, and pain.

More than it is a book about loss, it is a book about life.

Hadassa Ben Ari brings eighteen true stories, woven from deep conversations with strong, dignified women. She didnโ€™t ask them, โ€œWhat is love?โ€โ€”but the answer rises naturally from every page, inviting us too to believe in love, to learn and live it.ย 

Available in Hebrew only