In that temporary shack we felt our permanence.
This Rosh Hashanah, electrify your life with purpose.
I don’t want to be stereotyped as the girl who lost her dad in 9/11.
Elijah the Prophet showed me what it means to be a Jewish princess.
I'll never forget the day we found out my father had cancer.
Nancy and Howard Kleinberg's love story is nothing short of a miracle.
The doctor told me I had a fatal disease, and at age 77 I realized I'm actually going to die.
A Torah scholar who perished in the Holocaust reveals the meaning of spiritual victory to a woman dying from cancer.
Our son nearly died in a car accident. Today we are witnessing the miracle of his recovery.
I have a message for my Korean exchange student, 20 years in the making.
A short Holocaust film, Grand Prize Winner of the Philips "Tell It Your Way" competition.
It was 10 pm when we got the call: "Your son was in a car accident. The situation is very serious. Come to the hospital immediately."
In commemoration of U.S. Memorial Day, a letter from an American Jewish soldier to his parents.
Giving a stranger my kidney was one of my life's most rewarding experiences.
Ric Elias had a front-row seat on Flight 1549, the plane that crash-landed in the Hudson River.
A Super Bowl champion shares inspiration from the Haggadah.
The son of a Jewish woman and an Arab man struggles with his identity. A true story.
I'll never forget the moment I was just a prop used in a larger, cosmic drama.
I felt I was the only Jew in the world. Thanks to Aish.com, now I feel part of this big, Jewish worldwide family.
If it wasn't for Aish.com, Communist Russia would have succeeded in destroying my family's ties to Judaism.
I was no spiritual seeker and wary of drinking the kosher Kool-Aid.
On stage I hid behind my mike stand. Until I discovered the music of my soul.
I was in excellent physical condition. I never smoked. How could I have lung cancer?
After taking another man's life, a petty criminal changes the direction of his life.
The guru's special mantra would give him a constant high. But there was an unexpected catch.
I was running away from my Jewish identity. A stranger's reproach turned my world around.
For this group of fifth graders, the cake could not have tasted better.
I wanted faith without duties, a God that provided not only the cure but also the motivation.
I've lost my connection to the past, and no matter how much time passes, there is a crevice in my heart.
Mrs. Rose Gibber taught me the importance of protecting the dignity of people, even an obnoxious kid like me.
It never occurred to me that it was right under my nose.
Being raised as a rather non-religious Jew, I'm often asked what it's like to have orthodox parents.