#lightoverdarkness

🇮🇱 She was shot 12 times by Hamas. She stood back up. And she just turned 22. 🎂💙

On the morning of October 7th, Second Lieutenant Eden Ram was stationed at the Home Front Command base in Urim when Hamas’s Nukhba terrorists stormed through the border.

They shot her twelve times. In the chest. The stomach. The legs. She lost massive amounts of blood. She fought for every single heartbeat. And somehow—miraculously—she survived.

Doctors didn’t think she’d make it through the night. But Eden isn’t just a survivor. She’s a fighter. A warrior. A daughter of Israel.

For months, she underwent multiple surgeries, endured unimaginable pain, and re-learned how to walk. And this week—she stood tall and smiled as she celebrated her 22nd birthday.

💪🔥 This is what heroism looks like.

A woman who stared death in the face and chose life. A soldier who absorbed the bullets meant for her people. A soul who reminds us that light still wins.

Eden, you are a living miracle. May your life be filled with joy, healing, love, and endless blessings. Am Yisrael is so proud of you.

As winter settles in and the nights grow longer, Hanukkah arrives as a quiet but powerful reminder that light still wins. The Festival of Lights is not about spectacle or excess; it’s about remembrance, resilience, and faith carried forward one flame at a time.

Hanukkah tells an ancient story of perseverance. A small people, a threatened faith, and a miracle that came not through abundance, but through faithfulness. One day’s worth of oil burned for eight. That alone should stop us in our tracks. In a world obsessed with having more, Hanukkah teaches us the power of standing firm with what is right.

Each night, as the menorah is lit, we’re reminded that light does not need permission to shine. It doesn’t argue with darkness it simply exists, and darkness retreats. Every candle represents hope, endurance, and the quiet strength of tradition passed down through generations.

This season is also about family and community. Gathering together, sharing meals, laughter, and stories these are the things that anchor us when the world feels unstable. Hanukkah doesn’t rush. It asks us to slow down, to be present, to remember who we are and where we come from.

May the glow of the menorah warm your home and steady your heart. May it remind you that miracles still happen, that faith still matters, and that even the smallest light can change everything.

Wishing you joy, peace, and steadfast hope throughout Hanukkah and into the year ahead.

There are hours in life that feel like a room with no doors. No windows. Just echoes of what went wrong and shadows that seem to whisper louder than truth. And yet, it is precisely there, in that heavy silence, where something sacred begins to stir. “It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.” — Aristotle Whether spoken by him or carried through generations by those…