Welcome. My name is Elias Maron, and this is the story God has written through my life one marked by pain, redemption, and a calling to serve both Arabs and Jews in the land of Israel.

I was born into two worlds, my father was Arab, my mother Jewish. I didn’t know her last name was Cohen until much later in life. By then, I had already been placed in an orphanage at the age of two, and by seven, I was moved to another one in Ramallah, where I grew up surrounded by confusion, hardship, and pain

The orphanage was run by Christians, but the school I attended was Muslim. There, I was taught to hate Jews, even while I was being raised without knowing that half of me belonged to them. I learned to throw stones at soldiers, to resent the Israeli presence, and to live with a deep identity wound that had no name.

Years later, everything changed. I was summoned to join the Israeli army, a shock for a young man who had spent his life resisting the very flag he was now asked to serve. That’s when I found out the truth: because my mother was Jewish, I am Jewish too.

What followed was a long and painful journey through addiction, war, and spiritual darkness. But I am writing to you now as a man who has not only survived, but been redeemed.