Welcome back.

In the last episode, I shared the path I walked — barefoot, sometimes broken — through the winding streets of Israel, seeking something ancient, something sacred: conversion. A way to become part of the people I had come to love so deeply.

I followed every step. I waited. I hoped. But in the end, the answer was no. The Rabbanut closed its doors, and I was left on the outside, watching.

But G-d — G-d had already begun writing a different story.

While I was still knocking on locked gates, I met someone. A man. An Israeli. And in that quiet unfolding, something unseen was taking root.

Two days after the denial, I conceived a child.

I didn’t become part of Israel through halachic approval or ritual entry. I became part of it through a deeper promise — not written by men, but spoken by G-d. Through blood, through love, through the life growing inside me.

When the rabbis said no, G-d said not this way — but My way.

This is the story of how I was woven into the land of my dreams — not by conversion, but by creation. Not by law, but by love.

This is Born of Us.

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