Words Between the Shadows

  Reflections Between the Shadows: Reading חטוף (Kidnapped) I didn’t expect a bottle of orange Fanta to pierce my heart. But then again, nothing about Eli Sharabi’s story comes gently. I read Kidnapped in Hebrew — in Eli’s own words. Line by line, his voice guided me through tunnels of silence, sorrow, and survival. No translator, however skilled, can carry the full weight of a silence lived in captivity. Eli’s pain hums through the unsaid. There is a moment that won’t leave me: Eli and his fellow hostages found a bottle of orange Fanta. They drank it together. Later, confronted by a guard, they denied it. Eli called this moment "HaNitzachon HaKatom" — The Little Orange Triumph. What was it, really? A drink? No. It was a quiet rebellion. A sip of defiance. A shared flame in a place designed to extinguish every ember of humanity. A bottle of orange soda. A whispered joke. A round of Shesh Besh played in silence. Moments like these became anchors of resistance ...

  Welcome to Words Between the Shadows Where memory whispers, and silence learns to speak. This is a space for words that rise from beneath — from tunnels and tears, from hidden histories and unspoken prayers. Here, you’ll find reflections on resilience, fragments of testimony, and the quiet fire of voices once veiled in silence. Because even in darkness, stories survive. And between the shadows, they shine.