نسمة نهار

Three Levantine Arabic diary entries from the Jewish New Year season — a late-night Selichot prayer while sick, Tzom Gedaliah (the fast day right after Rosh Hashanah), and a sleepless morning after the kids took over the bed.

Life got busy and the daily posts stopped for a while — a quick note explaining the gap, missing readers, and picking the habit back up.

A restless week of insomnia, failed remedies, and accidentally learning Latin American history through a four-hour podcast.

I’m too tired to do anything today — except, it turns out, dishes, job applications, a 2:30 meeting, a walk, and a swim at the nearby spring.

A 5:30 wake-up in Shami Arabic — coffee, a walk to the synagogue, Jerusalem Talmud, morning prayers, then breakfast and the job hunt.

Two interviews, one rejection, one maybe — and the strange feeling that the world moved without asking permission.

An update since the move.

Moving time, and I’m a wreck.

A packed day of moving tasks, CKAD prep, and interviews has me on edge.

Signing a new lease in Jerusalem means it is time to pack up and move again.