25/09/2026
This week, Jews around the world move out of their homes. Into temporary dwellings. Into the Sukkah. πΏ
For eight days we live with the reminder that nothing is permanent. That shelter is a gift, not a given. That vulnerability is part of the human experience.
We sit under the stars. We feel the wind. And then we go back inside.
But for some of our boys, that feeling doesn't end after eight days.
For them, temporary is Tuesday. It's the sofa they're not sure they can stay on. The room they might lose by the weekend. The street they've already spent nights on.
No Yom Tov to mark the end of it. No warm home waiting on the other side.
That's the reality we walk into every single day at The Boys Clubhouse.
We find the roof. We sort the paperwork. We sit with them through the uncertainty until slowly it starts to feel a little more permanent. A little more theirs.
Chag Sameach to everyone celebrating. ππΏ
May this Sukkos be a reminder that a home is never something to take for granted β and that there is always someone who needs help finding one.