Every story has roots.
Every character carries a truth. Every tale is someone’s reality.

A note before the pages

Some stories do not begin with an idea, but with a reality.

I began writing Al Tira in July 2022 and completed it ten months later, long before the events of 7th October 2023. And yet, in ways I could not fully articulate at the time, the story was already shaped by the same questions, about fear, belief, and what remains of our humanity under the constant threat.

There was no single moment of inspiration. Al Tira emerged from a close examination of my own life, not from imagined desires, but from the forces that have truly shaped me. I wanted to speak honestly. To give shape to an inner landscape formed by memory, inheritance, and values passed down through generations.
Much of this story is rooted in what I learned from my parents: not through ideology, but through example. Through resilience without hatred. Through strength that did not harden into bitterness. Through the belief that understanding and compassion are not weaknesses, even or especially in times of fear.

Al Tira is more than a thriller. It is an exploration of what it means to remain human when certainty becomes dangerous, when silence feels safer than speech, and when fear demands obedience. It asks how identity is shaped, how loyalty is tested, and where personal responsibility begins in a world that constantly pushes us to look away.

This story was written as an act of refusal. A refusal to let fear have the final word.
AL TIRA – Fear not

Quotes

Music & Atmosphere

A curated soundscape that echoes the inner world of Al Tirarestraint, memory, tension, and the quiet weight of choice.

Can you find yourself in the characters?

Every story carries a reflection of someone — sometimes, it’s us.

Some values are not taught through instruction, but through presence.
Ester’s moral compass did not emerge from ideology or doctrine. It was shaped by people who had every reason to harden, and chose not to. By a generation that carried unimaginable loss, yet refused to pass bitterness forward.
The most enduring lesson she inherited was not survival, but restraint. Not memory as grievance, but memory as responsibility. The understanding that dignity is not selective, and that equality loses its meaning the moment it becomes conditional.
This inheritance does not explain Ester’s choices. It simply makes them possible.

The real thing

✦ Christmas in Greece is marked by sweets — melomakarona and kourabiedes — and by homes decorated with a tree or a small boat, a tradition based on the country’s long relationship with the sea. When the year changes, a vasilopita is cut. A coin is hidden inside, and whoever finds it is believed to carry luck into the year ahead.

✦In provincial Egypt, the zaffa is still performed much as it always was, with live musicians, ritual rhythms, and a strong sense of continuity.
In larger cities like Cairo and Alexandria, the tradition has shifted with modern times. At many weddings, live bands are replaced by DJs, blending fragments of traditional music with Egyptian electronic street pop — and sometimes foreign songs — reshaping the ritual without erasing it.

✦ Bruges has the largest bicycle-priority zone in Belgium, with more than 300 streets where cyclists have absolute right of way, and cars are not allowed to overtake them.
Throughout the day, hundreds of cyclists move through the city — Ester among them — carried forward by a rhythm that belongs entirely to bicycles.

✦ The tattooed number 111383 mentioned on Ester’s father’s arm is real. It was the actual number tattooed on my father’s arm in the concentration camp.
A short novella of mine, titled The Lucky 111383, is available in the On Reading section.

✦ In Israel, security has long ceased to feel exceptional. Armed soldiers and police are part of the landscape — in cafés, parks, beaches, shopping centers, airports, and bus stations, sometimes even off duty. It is taken for granted. And life goes on.

✦ Over the past two decades, thousands of people have been killed or injured in terrorist attacks across different parts of the world.
For many societies, terrorism is no longer an abstract threat but a recurring reality — one that quietly reshapes daily life, habits, and the way people assess risk, without ever fully stopping life itself.

✦ The incident Ester recalls from her childhood in Israel is real. The entire scene is real. When I was thirteen, an unattended bag beneath our café table in central Tel Aviv was identified as a bomb. The space was evacuated calmly. The device was neutralized. Many lives were spared.

Topography

The places that shaped the story — where it was written, remembered, and lived.

Working on the Details: The Martyrdom of Saint Cecilia by Orazio Riminaldi


In Florence


In Cairo


In Damascus


In Bruges