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.
What if living out the dreams of your ancestors keeps you up at night?
The reward of saving one life. A true story from the Holocaust.
An interview with Rabbi Noah Weinberg, of blessed memory.
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.
On the front lines with an IDF rabbi.
Aish.com looks back at some of the most popular articles of the year.
My evangelical coach made me discover what it means to be a Jew.
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.
I knew I possessed super powers. I just had to sort through the baggage of a few generations to find them.
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 night the hevra kadisha called. Despite my squeamishness, they needed my help.
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.
Bradley Cohen is trekking across Israel to raise funds for needy children.
I never doubted that the God who watched over my grandmother in Nazi Germany would watch over me as well.