Hot Pot Magazine

By Saskia Müller

I remember the smell of matzo ball soup
On Friday evenings at my grandmother’s house
The soft glow of candlelight as we recited the prayers
And the warmth of family all around

I recall the crunch of the apples dipped in honey
Welcoming in a new year full of hope and sweetness
The colourful dreidels spinning on Chanukah nights
And the joy of playing with cousins and friends

I reminisce on the ancient tales of Passover
Of slavery and freedom, of power and miracles
The bitter herbs tasted, the seder plate passed around
And the unbridled laughter of relatives gathered near

I cherish the memories of growing up Jewish
Of learning our traditions and values steeped in history
Of feeling connected to something greater than myself
And knowing that I belong to a community that spans the world

These childhood memories are etched in my mind
A testament to my faith and the stories of my people
A reminder of the beauty and richness of my heritage
And the love and comfort of family by my side

Originally from London but now rooted in the South East of England, Saskia has been writing all her life. She started off writing short stories about historical figures like King Henry VIII and Winston Churchill, but now she writes a bit of everything. Saskia is currently in her first year majoring in Creating Writing and History and has had work published in Riot Rage, Sustainability for Students, and GERTA.