I’m an Orthodox Jew who has a Jewish home and has been involved in social media since the age of 9.
I am also an atheist who identifies as agnostic and agnostic about religion.
In addition, I have lived in Israel for five years and have attended several conferences and events in Israel, where I have encountered both secular and religious Israelis.
I have had several people contact me asking if I was interested in promoting my Jewish community on social media.
I told them I was looking to promote the local Israeli community in my community.
I knew this would be an awkward situation for a number of reasons.
First, I don’t have a synagogue or synagogue-affiliated organization, which means I would be spending my time doing outreach and speaking about the local Jewish community and not speaking with people in the wider community about the same issue.
And second, I wasn’t planning to speak with anyone about my faith at all, which would be impossible if I didn’t have one.
I didn, however, want to make my community appear like the mainstay of Israeli society and the only Jewish community in Israel.
To my surprise, people asked me about my personal background.
I explained that I am of mixed heritage.
My father is Armenian, my mother is Turkish.
When I was born, my father was a farmer and my mother was a shopkeeper in a Jewish grocery store.
My parents, who immigrated from Iran in 1980, were not married.
My grandmothers family moved to Israel in 1978, and my parents immigrated to Israel from Iran at the age the oldest of my siblings was born.
My mother is Israeli-American and my father is Israeli.
In order to become Jewish in Israel and live in Israel without a rabbi or synagogue, I had to grow up in a place where people thought I was Jewish.
I spent a lot of time talking to people about my background.
People said they felt like I was different from them and their parents and didn’t fit into Israeli society.
I would find this hard to accept.
When people would tell me I was not Jewish, I would say, “Oh, well, I’m a Christian.”
I felt like they were telling me something that I knew was untrue.
I felt the opposite of welcome.
People would say things like, “Your parents are from Iran.”
I would respond, “No, they are Jewish.”
And I would reply, “They are from Israel.”
I could not believe that someone would say this to me.
So I stopped talking to them.
When one of my friends from college told me that she was planning to marry an Arab man in Israel so she could be a Jew, I said, “Really?”
I thought that was very important to me and was planning on going to Israel to be married to a Jew.
Then, one day, someone I had known for quite a while called me up to tell me that they were looking for a Jewish girl who could help them find a bride for their wedding.
I said that I would love to do it, but they asked me what my religious background was.
I responded that I don