Remembering Simcha Esther Gershan.
Through our child's cancer, we're learning that God is beyond all odds.
In the non-kosher deli section, my father taught me that "If it feels good, do it" is a lie.
All I knew about being Jewish was that we were anti-establishment.
My descent into madness.
For one Hungarian family, being Jewish was a curse. Then basketball changed everything.
Everyone dies, some sooner than later. It's how we choose to live our lives that matters.
Growing up in the Soviet Union, I felt there was something shameful about being Jewish.
Need a minyan? Nothing is too complicated for the Oprah show.
Divorce feels like the death of something once so precious and dear.
Something was missing, which turned out to be myself
I was like a wind-up toy going a mile a minute, until one day I fell off the table.
Rivka Wiesenfeld was a selfless dynamo who used every ounce of energy to give to others.
Like the Purim miracle, God's intervention turned our worst fears to joy.
One German mother's extraordinary response to the Holocaust.
Despite her doubts and fears, my mother had the courage to let her blind son take risks and explore the world.
On the front lines with an IDF rabbi.
My father's disloyalty undermined my relationship with God.
Aish.com looks back at some of the most popular articles of the year.
Lavi Greenspan lost his sight at age 26. The last thing he wants is for you to feel sorry for him.
How volunteering in a remote part of the world profoundly impacted my Jewish identity.
Yesterday I prayed for a clear head and a productive work day. Instead, my baby lost consciousness and stopped breathing.
Our seemingly insignificant actions are part of a cosmic symphony.
Despite time and space being relative, our ability to try is a constant.
The author addresses some of the many comments regarding his struggle with homosexuality.
Do I try to find the hidden meaning in my life at this moment or pretend that I'm free to give up?
People who do great things become great people.
Back on that lonely, star-filled night when I was eight years old, I felt that everything was rotten and nobody cared.
Ori Murray knew how to handle any punch that came his way, until life dealt him a blow he never expected.
One morning at school, my perfect bubble burst when I found bumps in my neck.
Am I brave enough to believe?
A young poet's search for spirituality and his desire to reach out to his dying mother lead him to places he could never have imagined.