He was often jolted awake in a cold sweat by a recurring nightmare of deafening crashes and desperate cries. But Aidaan*, just seven, had never lived through any of that. He couldn’t even describe what was weighing him down. Those around him were at their wit’s end. As far as they could tell, nothing like this had ever happened in the family before. That was because Aidaan’s father, Shabir*, had never spoken of his own fear of clouds and winds, a fear so visceral that he refused to go out even in light rain. Had Shabir not died young, he...
Monitoring Antisemitism Intel
