I could hear my father scream to my mom: WE HAVE TO GO NOW, IT'S TOO DANGEROUS. It was time to leave the country I called home towards a more urban life in London. Tears left my face in a hurry for many reasons. I'm going to miss the deers, weather, the air I breathe, the smell of my roses in the garden and most of all, my home. But, there was still a light that led the way and that was my religion. The candelabra gave peace to my home in London the same way it did in Afghanistan. I started to love London. The city, school, and synagogues were all daily pleasures which I put time and effort in. But, before this chapter of life started to reach its peak, a new chapter began. I went from loving the city of London to meeting the love of my life. We moved from London to New York where everything changed but those candles that I lit every Friday night before the Sabbath began. Instead of providing peace for my siblings and parents, it now provided peace to my husband and two children. It was in the center of my own circle of life. From these candles, I sent my children to a Jewish private school, had many new friends over for the holidays, and had a greater faith in God. I notice only today, though, that it wasn’t only the candles, but the journey that accompanied them.
 

– Alon

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