| N.Y.U.b'ALIYAH |
| Shalom! Thank you very much for visiting our site. I hope that you find it interesting and thought provoking. If you are returning please surf around, new things are added all the time. N.Y.U.b'ALIYAH... huh? As a function of Gesher, N.Y.U.'s pro-Israel community, I have formed this group of students who are either interested in, or dedicated to, the idea of Aliyah. We represent all forms of Jewish life on N.Y.U.'s campus: secular to religious, left to right, male and female, socialist to revisionist. N.Y.U.b'ALIYAH is the Jewish community, and we represent all the different facets of the Jewish community here at N.Y.U. While we will always remain pluralist and diverse we are all dedicated to one simple thing, the permanent movement to the Land of Israel. Why? We are dedicated to Aliyah. Aliyah remains the truest expression of Zionism for dedicated Zionists. Only through Aliyah can we hope to complete, or begin, our journey towards creating a true Jewish homeland in Israel. Theodore Herzl was a visionary who captured the imagination of the Jewish people by calling for a Jewish State in the land of Israel. He organized the First World Zionist Congress of 1897 and lead the way towards establishing a Jewish homeland. We at N.Y.U.bALiyah believe, as Herzl did, that the Jewish people are homeward bound and that simply "If you will it, it is not dream." |
| Rosh Garin Aliyah |
| "Nu Where are yah?" When yah comin home?" |
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| Click on Scott Dubin for his page. |
| Aliyah NOW! - The following poem was written for and read at a Torchpac(now Gesher) Yom Hatzmaut rally in 2002. by: Scott "Simcha" Dubin I wanted to get up here and talk about the media's bias I wanted to get up here and talk about the hundreds dead I wanted to scream never again! But then I remembered something very important You see I'm in love with the State of Israel Oh you may laugh or chuckle, but I am head over heels for my homeland. You see it all started in 1999, got off my plane to find air so familiar Breathing scents my ancestors smelled, walking roads they helped build. You see I felt like home, felt like I just walked into my bubbie's house lovin it Lovin it's feel, it's spaces, it's beds , it's memories, it's unconditional love, it's pure beauty, it's funny green grim growing from beneath a plate of leftovers last time I came over, but I diverge You see I was in that home of my bubbie's bubbie's bubbies bubbies sabah Found my family there, found my roots, found my people, found G-d staring back at me from hills to many to name, okay soul I'll just name a few. Jerusalem, Haifa, Tel Aviv, Beersheva, Kiryat Arba, Rehovot, that place off ben yehuda street where you can get the best thai food in the world, that guy sitting the Western Wall singing tsedakah es misvois only to be drowned out by minchah minchah only to be drowned out by the beating of my heart so loud So here I stand cheeks stained with tears for my people tears for 466 of...my..people Cheeks stained for Paratroopers marching through holy streets to capture my holy wall Stained for chalutzim making deserts bloom Stained for children speaking a language dead for too long Stained for a sea where how your soul feel gets translated into motion...ha and they say it's the salt Stained for gurion, begen, jabotinsky, rabin mier, jonatan, guni, and the guy selling challah in Machne Yehudah Stained for those dressed in green protecting my plot of land unclaimed Stained for Israel So today on Yom Hatzmaut I make the most important statement I have ever made or will ever make I am making Aliyah I am returning to that land which I shed tears for, only to gather my tears up and make a REAL life for myself I am making Aliyah But I am not enough, no my generation arises for the dust The dust of six million plus 466 plus world trade centers plus Kent state plus amadu diallo plus boat loads of refugees getting pushed back into Miami waters plus the St. Luis sailing to freedom damnit I am making Aliyah Mom dad sis, bubbie and zaddie, friends, ancestors long dead, forefathers begging me to come home Today is my Independence Day and with only four words I'll be free, I'll be soaring to the land of my soul, I'll be walking on the highest cloud for the rest of my American days only finding I'll have to climb up when I get to Israel. With just four words. So if you agree and wanna say it, not to go tomorrow or even next year, but soon Just to get it out you see then go ahead after me I am making aliyah |
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