“Amit asks those who wish to support his family to pray, have faith, and speak the name—”
—Interview with the brother of a hostage, July 2024
This story honors the October Seventh hostages thought to be alive as of 8/26/24 by speaking their names, or synonymous English words.
She found the book in a dream of the ocean, nestled in the carbonate arms of a red coral. Roughly the size of a dictionary, it caught her attention because, in contrast to the crimson of the coral and the dark of the ocean floor, it glowed deep gold. She lifted the book from its watery bed and carried it home through waves of alexandrite green and blue. When she awoke, it was perched on her night table, barnacles still clinging to its surface. She wiped it clean with the edge of her tee shirt to reveal two lions etched in gold on its cover, rearing up on powerful legs. One had mighty teeth and a flowing mane, and one was just a cub. It was a prayer book, she thought, or maybe a song book. But when she opened it, she saw it was a book of names, each written in a different hand, with two neat columns on every page.
She was ten years old, and her name was Eden. She was not surprised that a real book had been produced by a dream, because she understood that the line between our world and that of dreams is not a solid one. She had fine long hair, brushed by her mother into a ponytail each morning, and lived...
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