The personal stories of Forum members, about their lost loved ones
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Every PCFF member has lost someone to the conflict who was their entire universe: a cherished child, a loving mother, an adored brother, a beloved husband.
Here you can read the personal stories of Forum members, of their loved ones who are no longer present, about the journey from pain to hope and about choosing reconciliation and partnership rather than revenge.
We are constantly updating our database with stories and invite you to visit again.
My Dear Noam. For seven long years we do not meet and the letters to you
Despite the many years, I have vivid memories of my childhood in Vienna
My brother, Mahmoud el Khatib, was wounded in the heart on the 27th of August
Long ago, I loved the autumn. The gust of chilly winds
A disaster can strike your nation, your state, or even the house of your next door neighbor
Yaacov Shefer, my great grandfather, was born in
I'm married, a mother of eight children and a homemaker
The Yom Kippur War robbed the country of its innocence and took Giora from us.
My name is Achlas Ashtaya and I live in the village of Salem in the Nablus District
My father was a soldier in the Jordanian army and was killed in
On Land Day, March 30, 1997, my brother Abdallah was killed
Arnon, my big brother, Thirty Five years went by since the day you were killed
God made human beings unique by bestowing on them intelligence and the power of
I met Ziad, my former Palestinian husband, in Texas
when I was five years old and the Israeli occupation forces
Misgav Am is in a pastoral area overlooking southern Lebanon and Mt. Hermon
My name is Niv Sarig, age 35, from Kfar Sava, originally from Moshav Hibat Zion
My personal story begins and ends on the particular day of Yom Kippur:
I came to Israel from South Africa in 1967; I came as a volunteer after
I was born in Jerusalem in 1942, married Miri and had five kids, Tami, Hadas, Liat, Amir and Elad.
Once I was asked to stand here and talk to you I went through
My name is Yaacov, I was born in Poland in 1935
my father was killed when I was still a fetus in my mother's womb