Children of our Past

The ninth of Av. Soaked with the tears of countless who still mourn the destruction of 2,000 years. Please, God, please, let it be enough. End this bitter exile, and redeem us! And the echo that brings our cry back to our own ears seems to say, 'work with me to end it, and to redeem you...' (UPDATE: See the Muqata for another extremely apropos pictoral post.)

Nothing connects me to the pain and sorrow of our history more deeply than the children. Who does not see their own little boy or girl in the pain of a starving child's eyes? Stronger than any קינה, more powerful than six million names, here are the faces that haunt me day and night...