Kfir Bibas was nine months old, a tiny baby with a giggle like windchimes. He was violently torn from his mother’s arms—a moment of savage separation. Instead of the softness of a lullaby, he was given a cage. Ariel Bibas was four. He…
Kfir Bibas was nine months old, a tiny baby with a giggle like windchimes. He was violently torn from his mother’s arms—a moment of savage separation. Instead of the softness of a lullaby, he was given a cage. Ariel Bibas was four. He…