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“The next day, when I came home from the library, there was a small, used red record player in my room. I found my mother in the kitchen and spotted a bandage taped to her arm. “Ma,” I asked. “Where did you get the money for the record player?” “I had it saved,” she lied. My father lived well, had a large house and an expensive imported car, wanted for little, and gave nothing. My mother lived on welfare in a slum and sold her blood to the Red Cross to get me a record player. “Education is everything, Johnny,” she said, as she headed for the refrigerator to get me food. “You get smart like regular people and you don’t have to live like this no more.” She and I were not hugging types, but I put my hand on her shoulder as she washed the dishes with her back to me and she said, in best Brooklynese, “So go and enjoy, already.” My father always said I was my mother’s son and I was proud of that. On her good days, she was a good and noble thing to be a part of. That evening, I plugged in the red record player and placed it by the window. My mother and I took the kitchen chairs out to the porch and listened to Beethoven’s Sixth Symphony from beginning to end, as we watched the oil-stained waters of the Mad River roll by. It was a good night, another good night, one of many that have blessed my life.”

“Ich glaube nicht an Vorahnungen. Und doch muss ich später immer wieder an diesen Moment denken. Warum lief mein Sohn nicht wie sonst nach der Betreuung in meine Arme? Warum hielt er sich so verzweifelt an Marwa fest, als ob er sie nach dem Wochenende nicht wiedersehen würde? Wenn das eigene Leben sich radikal ändert, erhält Gewöhnliches plötzlich eine Bedeutung. Wird zu dem Versuch zu erklären, was sich nicht erklären lässt. Gibt dem «Zuvor» ein Gewicht, um das «Danach» begreifbarer zu machen. Ich dachte nach dem 7. Oktober 2023 oft: Vielleicht spürte Oz, dass dies ein Abschied sein würde. Dass dieser Donnerstagnachmittag, der 5. Oktober, nicht nur der Beginn eines sonnigen Herbst-Wochenendes in Israel war. Sondern dass weniger als 48 Stunden später eine Katastrophe geschehen würde, die alles veränderte. Das Leben unserer Familie. Das Leben von Marwa. Und das Land, das wir alle unser Zuhause nennen.”

“Some people when they see cheese, chocolate or cake they don't think of calories.”

“Putriku, bagaimana kau tahan sedemikian banyak penderitaan dan kepedihan? Bagaimana aku menahannya bersamamu dulu? Selalu kurasa, putriku, bahwa engkau mampu melakukan apa saja, memindahkan gunung atau menghancurkan batu-batu karang, walaupun tubuhmu kecil dan lemah seperti juga diriku. Namun ketika kaki-kakimu yang kecil mungil menendang-nendang dinding lambungku, aku berkata kepada diriku: Tuhan, kekuatan yang apa ada dalam tubuhku ini? Gerakanmu kuat ketika kau masih sebuah janin dan mengguncangku dari dalam, sebagaimana gunung berapi yang mengguncang bumi. Namun kutahu bahwa engkau sekecil diriku, tulang-tulangmu kecil seperti tulang-tulang ayahmu, setinggi dan serampingnenekmu, sedangkan kedua kakimu sebesar kaki para nabi. Ketika kau lahir, nenekmu mengatupkan bibirnya dalam kesedihan dan berkata: Ah, seorang anak perempuan dan jelek lagi! Bencana ganda! Kutegangkan otot-otot lambungku untuk menahan rasa sakit di rahimku dan menghentikan darah dan sambil bernafas dengan sulit karena kelahiranmu sukar dan aku menderita seakan-akan kulahirkan sebuah gunung, kukatakan kepada nenekmu: Bagiku ia lebih berharga daripada seisi dunia ini! Kudekap engkau ke dadaku dan aku pun tertidur nyenyak. Dapatkah aku, Putriku, kembali menikmati saat tidur nyenyak ketika engkau berada di dalam diriku atau setidak-tidaknya dekat denganku sehingga dapat kuulurkan tanganku untuk menyentuhmu? Atau ketika engkau berada di kamarmu di sebelah kamarku sehingga aku dapat berjingkat untuk menjengukmu waktu kau tidur?”

“When they laid you in the crook of my arms like a bouquet and I looked into your eyes, dark bits of evening sky, I thought, of course this is you, like a person who has never seen the sea can recognize it instantly. They pulled you from me like a cork and all the love flowed out. I adored you with the squandering passion of spring that shoots green from every pore. You dug me out like a well. You lit the deadwood of my heart. You pinned me to the earth with the points of stars. I was sure that kind of love would be enough. I thought I was your mother. How could I have known that over and over you would crack the sky like lightning, illuminating all my fears, my weaknesses, my sins. Massive the burden this flesh must learn to bear, like mules of love.”

“my mother the sparrow my mother the nest my mother the branches my mother the leaves my mother the tree who cut and whittled herself to build me a boat offering safe passage my eyes watch our slow sailing reflection in the water in its stillness, it's almost impossible to tell if the tiny yellow lights scattered across its surface are mirrored stars or crocodile eyes”

“From her thighs, she gives you life And how you treat she who gives you life Shows how much you value the life given to you by the Creator. And from seed to dust There is ONE soul above all others -- That you must always show patience, respect, and trust And this woman is your mother. And when your soul departs your body And your deeds are weighed against the feather There is only one soul who can save yours And this woman is your mother. And when the heart of the universe Asks her hair and mind, Whether you were gentle and kind to her Her heart will be forced to remain silent And her hair will speak freely as a separate entity, Very much like the seaweed in the sea -- It will reveal all that it has heard and seen. This woman whose heart has seen yours, First before anybody else in the world, And whose womb had opened the door For your eyes to experience light and more -- Is your very own MOTHER. So, no matter whether your mother has been cruel, Manipulative, abusive, mentally sick, or simply childish How you treat her is the ultimate test. If she misguides you, forgive her and show her the right way With simple wisdom, gentleness, and kindness. And always remember, That the queen in the Creator's kingdom, Who sits on the throne of all existence, Is exactly the same as in yours. And her name is, THE DIVINE MOTHER.”

“You're alive and safe, and I will not let any evil befall you. And you know that you can trust me. Because I love you.' At her words my throat closed up and choked me. I wondered how she knew them to say. All my life, without knowing it, I had wanted someone to say those words to me, and have them to be true and believable. It was like watching someone give to another the gift you had always longed for.”

“We mothers have a wonderfully precious and truly powerful role to play in the future self-images of our daughters. The truth is, the most effective way to inculcate in our daughters a fighting chance at life-long self-love and empowerment is not in the books we read to them, or the workshops we send them to, or the media we do or do not expose them to, or even the things we tell them, rather it is in the reflection of self-love and empowerment they see in us, their mothers. The model of our own empowerment gives our daughters permission to be powerful. Of course, culture and societal norms mold our view of ourselves as women, but the beliefs and behaviors of our mothers are far more influential.”