The Rescue and the Return. Day 246. War Stories

Despite yesterday being Shabbat, when many people in Israel disconnect their phones, good news has a way of traveling very quickly.

In an operation of combined forces of Shabaq/Shin Bet; Yamam, the police elite counter terrorism unit; Shayetet 13, the Naval commandos; the paratroopers and the IDF armored vehicle units raided two separate residential buildings in Nuzeirat, central Gaza in a surprise mission carried out in broad daylight. The details of this daring operation had been worked out for several weeks requiring exact timing and complex planning. Defense Minister Yoav Gallant reported that it was “one of the most heroic and extraordinary operations I have witnessed over the course of 47 years serving in Israel’s defense.”

Four hostages were rescued alive from Gaza. You might remember seeing footage of the young Noa Argamiani,25,being abducted by a gang of terrorists on a motorcycle into Gaza, the look of abject terror on her face, arms pleading for help. She was being held in a location separate from the other three men who were saved: Shlomi Ziv,40, Andrey Kozlov, 27, and Almog Meir-Jan, age 21. Now they are liberated! Thanks be to G-d and the IDF. They are home.

“Don’t Kill Me!!!”

Helicopters touched down on the beaches under heavy fire, and simultaneously SWAT teams entered the two buildings (family homes in the middle of a busy city, aka refugee camp) separated by hundreds of meters. The two locations were each heavily protected by Hamas in the densely packed neighborhoods. Yet the decision had been made to rescue them from the busy civilian area. Hamas operatives were launching RPGs among the civilians to keep the hostages from being saved. It is horrible to learn that civilians were also killed, but they were being used as literal human shields. One of the IDF elite commandos, Arnon Zamora, was killed in the daring rescue, in what is now known as Operation Arnon. The army managed to eliminate the terrorists without any harm to the four held captive. Several IDF soldiers were lightly to moderately wounded by shrapnel.The entire mission took just under an hour to complete.

Hamas made the choice to locate the captives in very heavily populated civilian areas and worked to blend them in with the civilians. That choice cost many Palestinians their lives. UNWRA, Save the Children, Doctors Without Borders and the Red Crescent all operate in that area. Not once were any of these relief aid workers officially put in touch with the hostages that we yet know of. If they knew anything….or if anyone knew anything about where the hostages were being held, they had a moral duty, if only anonymously to report the information to the IDF or leak it to the internet. How many Palestinians are innocent and how many are complicit?

During the rescue operation, intense gunfire and RPG attacks targeted the elite special ops forces throughout the extraction. The IDF had no choice but to send in ground troops and Air Force backup. The IAF launched several targeted strikes in the area to protect the escapees. According to IDF reports, many Palestinian civilians were killed. Hamas also launched anti-aircraft missiles at Israeli helicopters during that intense time. They were unsuccessful in bringing down any aircraft. However, the escape vehicle was immobilized by heavy fire and ground troops had to transfer the four to a safer vehicle. This was when Cmdr. Zamora was shot.

All four evacuees were helicoptered without needing special assistance and taken to Sheba Medical Center where they were declared to be in good condition. After being medically examined, they were all reunited with their families. But the story does not end here.

Noa arrived home and was reunited with her father. It was his birthday. What a surprise for him, when IDF instructed him to go to Sheba to meet his daughter. Noa was able to fulfill the wish of her dying mother. Her mother has stage four terminal brain cancer, and all she prayed for was to be able to see her daughter before she died. Liora Argamani is from China. She came to study in Israel in 1994, met her husband, Yaakov, converted to Orthodox Judaism, became a citizen and married Yaakov. Liora petitioned the Chinese government to come to the aid of their daughter, but they adamantly refused to assist in any way.

Since her release, we have found out that while captive, Noa Argamani was forbidden to speak any Hebrew, but was taught and could only communicate in Arabic. Noah was held in a cramped closet of an upscale home belonging to an AlJazeera journalist, Abdallah Aljamal, and his father, a doctor at the Shifa Hospital Complex. The father also worked closely with Hamas, the Red Crescent (Red Cross) and UNRWA. The Gaza-based photojournalist often reported from the “March of Return” rioting at the border fence from 2021-2023. Noa told her family that her captors denied her showers, but eventually after months of pleading gave her a bucket of water and some soap. She was only allowed outside to get fresh air once every couple weeks. When she was allowed out, under heavy guard, she was completely covered in a burka so she would not be recognized.

Shlomi Ziv, 40, was working as a security director at the Nova Music Festival on October 7. He was responsible for getting hundreds of young concertgoers out of harm’s way to safety. He was brutally beaten, hogtied and taken hostage to Gaza where he stayed for 245 days. He was brought back home safely to his wife, children and family. It was an amazing reunion.

Almog Meir-Jan’s story is heartbreaking. When he was admitted to Sheba, his mother and grandfather were waiting for him. IDF representatives came to Almog’s father’s apartment to tell him the good news of his son’s rescue and imminent homecoming. There was no answer at the door. His sister, Dina, who had a key, entered the apartment and found Yossi Jan had passed away. His father, Almog’s father, believing he would never see his son again, and not knowing of the rescue operation, had died earlier that morning. They said he died of a broken heart. Dina told reporters that all the stress over repeated hostage release fails contributed to Yossi’s death. He just could not bear it any longer. He died twenty hours prior….

“To all the families of the hostages, we are with you. Please, please, do not break. Try to take care of yourselves too, your own health. Also for them. They will need you when they come back. And you never know. It might be now,” said their family rabbi.

Members of the family spoke with news reporters at a press conference. They said that Almog had kept some sort of special diary or calendar each day while he was being held in captivity. That way he would be able to know certain holidays and mark time. Today is his mother’s birthday…. another great gift.

Little has been written or spoken of the last captive, Andrey Kozlov. All the information I could gather was that he lives in Israel with his brother. His parents from Russia, were notified and landed in Israel (by plane) this morning. The family was reunited with Andrey at Sheba.

Last night our time, many of the major US news networks reported on the entire event. Only they got it completely wrong. They called it a hostage release. I state: There were no negotiations. There was no deal struck with Hamas leaders. There was no hostage release. It was a planned rescue, an intense military operation. There is a huge difference.

This morning, we also heard that President Biden had worked closely with the Israeli government and shared intelligence with them. As far as we know here, or has been reported, there could be nothing further from the truth. However, after taking credit for this, if there is even a shred of truth to the story, is this the intelligence that Biden threatened to hold back if Israel didn’t do what he wanted? Would this have meant the hostages could have been rescued sooner if politics were not played? Just throwing it out there, but we will see, as I have no doubt the matter will be completely exposed-

In the meantime:

WRONG AGAIN!!!!!!

We pray for the safe release of all the other 119 steed held in captivity.

Northern Heat. War Update 6 June, 2024

Temperatures have dramatically risen in the North of Israel over the past two weeks. The heat of summer is here, and despite the absence of reporting over the mainstream media, Iranian proxies are dialing up the heat on Israel militarily.

The Israeli government/IDF were warned by the global community not to enter the last Hamas stronghold, Rafia/Rafah in Southern Gaza. As it turned out, the IDF, after relocating as many Gazan civilians as possible to safer territory in the middle of the Strip, did enter Rafia with surgical precision. They acted upon intelligence gathered by drone surveillance and through interviewing captured Hamas terrorists. Engaging in the most extreme urban warfare known to date, with the use of drones, robotics and trained dogs, the IDF battalion have dismantled intricately and intensely booby trapped buildings and hidden underground shafts and tunnels. Over 70 tunnels were found leading into Egypt. Some of these were large enough for a small truck to fit through. These were used for smuggling weapons in and people (hostages? Hamas leaders?) out. The “Philadelphia Corridor,” aka the border between Gaza and Egypt has been successfully secured.

As soon as Israeli troops entered Rafia, missiles were launched by Hama into central Israel. The Houthis in Yemen targeted several tankers and ships in the Gulf of Adin/Arabian Sea and the Red Sea. Missiles, intercepted by Iron Dome and David’s Sling, were sent towards Eilat, Israel’s southernmost city. Iraqi and Syrian missiles and drones were launched into the Golan Heights. Every day there has been continuous shelling (rockets, missiles, suicide drones, RPGs, antitank artillery) from Hizbulla in Lebanon into the Galilee.

The attacks have increased to now over 100 incursions per day. Missiles have been targeting cities further south and deeper into Israeli territory as far as Akko, Maalot, Karmiel and the Tsfat area. Iron Dome and the IAF have been successful in preventing any of them from reaching their intended targets. Drones, which are very hard to detect by radar, have been carrying incendiary materials in their payloads. This has caused major brushfires near the northern border which have destroyed thousands of dunams (acreage) of vineyards, orchards, farmland, grazing pastureland and forested areas. The environmental damage between the ravaged land and the air pollution is catastrophic.

It has been reported that Northern Israel is the only place where firefighters are “fighting fires while under fire.” They have to wear special protective gear and carry pistols and machine guns, as they are always being shot at by the Hizbulla militias. The brushfires are raging for several reasons:

  • Because of the heat and entrance into the dry season, most of the underbrush has dried out. There is much thicker dried material this year due to the abundance of rains this past winter
  • The airplanes that carry fire-retardant are not able to fly. They are large and slow and fly low to the ground, making them easy targets for RPGs
  • Hizbulla has been sending over suicide drones laden with incendiary materials that explode into fireballs when their payload is released.
  • For the past week, Israel has been experiencing an early summer heat wave with high winds, helping any fire started to easily spread out of control

There are over 73,000 people displaced from their homes near the Lebanese border since 8 October. Included in these are Jewish agricultural kibbutzim, Druze towns, Circassian villages, and a several villages of Orthodox Christian, Maronite Israeli Christians of Lebanese dissent, and Aramean Christians. Many of these Christian communities have fled Islamic persecution in Nazareth and Cana and other formerly Christian areas in Israel (as well as Lebanese Christians who fled to safety as refugees during the 2nd Lebanese war). The Iranian backed militias have stated they will continue to shell the area in order to prevent Israelis from moving back – to whatever is now left of their homes.

Thus far, 14 IDF soldiers have been killed and 10 civilians. Yesterday afternoon, there was a football practice (soccer) in the beautiful Druze town of Hurfeish. The Hizbulla drone dropped its payload onto the field. 11 people were injured, several critically. They were evacuated to nearby Western Galilee Hospital. Have you heard about this attack on innocent civilian youth in your media? If not, why? These were not Jewish people, they were Druze Israeli citizens. It was a calculated, precise strike.

Hizbulla has been improving their weaponry and methods of attack. They have been studying to find out what works and what is most effective. Several military bases have incurred direct hits, including the decommissioning of our intelligence balloon. Over the past 8 months, over 4000 projectiles have been fired upon the North.

Yesterday, Prime Minister Netanyahu visited the area. He issued a statement that Israel is “ prepared for very intense action in the North” in order to restore security and allow the displaced to return home. President Isaac Herzog said that “Israel has been attacked every single day for months by Iran’s proxies in Lebanon, who crudely violate international treaties. The world must wake up and understand that Israel is left with no choice but to defend its citizens.” And Gen. Herzi HaLevi said that any day, Israel will make critical decisions on how and when to respond with full force.

With that said, the international press will begin to fully cover this ongoing story only when Israel fully engages with its neighbors to the North. We have received reliable news from one of the commanders of the Northern Reserve units, that the Christian population of Southern Lebanon have been killed or chased from their homes by the Islamic terrorists. In their place, Islamic terrorists from Pakistan and Afghanistan have taken over their residences and established weapons storage and rocket launching sites. The Israeli Air Force has made surgical strikes on these locations and targeted known terror bases as far north as the Bekaa Valley. So far, it has been a tit for tat. Several high ranking members of Hizbulla have been killed by IAF in targeted air strikes.

We have no way of foretelling what will happen exactly – or when- or with what intensity. We do know that Hizbulla has over 150,000 missiles pointed at us. Everyone I have talked with says something must be done and that there will be an all-out war. It is only a matter of time. Everyone knows this is when Israel will truly stand alone and be forced into ceasefire and peace talks. We pray there will be no kidnappings or repeat of the October Massacre. We pray that as much as Israel has tried to protect innocent Gazan civilians from harm’s way, that she will also have the same respect for her own civilian population.

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Blindsided

We started off the weekend with a real BANG here in Israel. Literally. There were loud booming sounds around 8am as IDF jets scrambled and intercepted a rocket and a suicide drone over Akko, only about 12 miles down the road. Akko is a world heritage sight on the gorgeous Mediterranean coastline. It is famous for its Crusader structures – immense hospital, Knights Templar dining hall, fortress, tunnels, chapels – as well as its rich history as a trading town and jewel of the Sultanate. This multicultural Arab Muslim and Christian as well as Jewish city is host to a thriving souk, several historic mosques, Franciscan and Orthodox churches, as well as a farmers’ market and numerous synagogues. There’s no other place quite like it, and whenever we have visitors, we make it a point to take them here. Hizbulla has no regard whether they are targeting Jew or Gentile, modern or historical, as long as it’s Israel.

I’m writing another (paid) article on comedy during the war. Israelis find things to make fun of or we would surely go mad. There has to be humor even in the darkest recesses. It’s one of our coping mechanisms and means of survival. So, hopefully by now everyone has heard that the US was building a pier to be able to unload groceries to Hamas…Oops. I mean Gaza. Kinda like door to door same day delivery. Because dropping MREs from airplanes and killing innocent civilians when the parcels fell on their heads just didn’t work. And for some reason, the Biden admin didn’t believe that the 180+ truckloads/ day that Israel was allowing in was getting hijacked by the terrorist organization. How could it be?

So the US sunk over $320 million taxpayer dollars to build a pier. Only, the army engineers were being shot at and were dodging Hamas launched RPGs, so they subcontracted the project over to the UK naval engineers who charged an additional unholy amount to the US. Well, the pier was up and operational for about ten days before it was reported that Hamas operatives were stealing the food off trucks before it could reach the civilian population. “We couldn’t believe it. Eleven trucks were cleaned out by Palestinians on the journey to the World Food Program warehouse in Deir ElBala,” a UN official told Reuters.” “They just basically mounted on top of the trucks and helped themselves to the food parcels.”

A Gaza civilian told our Arutz 12 News, “There is a lot of theft of the aid. It is no longer just Hamas. We see how Gazans just help themselves. There is no one to secure it and in the end it does not reach us. It winds up on the black market in Khan Younis and Rafia. Israel just pulled out of the middle of Gaza and now reverting us in chaos. Every man for himself, looking out for his own interests. Just anarchy.” The news reported that since the start of the war, Hamas has made over $500 million selling stolen goods at inflated prices to those with the most cash.

Also, as if this is not irony enough, the American-designed pier wasn’t built to withstand waves any taller than 3 feet nor could it handle sustained winds of less than 15mph, I kid you not. In fact, every trial of this type of pier has been a complete failure. So you’ll never guess what happened…. No really. I dare you to take a guess.

As Deputy Press Secretary for the Pentagon, Sabrina Singh, stated: On Saturday, May 25, four U.S. army vessels supporting the maritime humanitarian aid mission in Gaza were affected by heavy sea states, causing the motorized pier sections, which are used to stabilize the Trident Pier, to break free from their anchors due to a loss in power. Two of the pier sections washed ashore North of Gaza on the Ashkelon Beach. The other two had to be searched for with the assist of the Israeli navy recovered. Now highly damaged, they remain ‘in the shop’ being fixed by a bunch of local Israeli dockworkers and welders in Ashdod. They will then be towed back to Gaza and reinstated. I’m sure you can only imagine the memes and comedy sketches that have been going around on this subject.

So later Friday, I had morning coffee with another lovely neighbor who I hope to introduce you to soon. Then it was off to write a blogpost, followed by last minute cooking and cleaning for Shabbat. Hizbulla terrorists had been firing rockets and launching suicide drones into Northern Israel and parts of the Golan Heights all day. I believe there were over one hundred, sending many people scrambling into shelters. About an hour before sunset, when preparations are usually at their busiest (Shabbat is like a Thanksgiving meal…only it happens every week), we heard six very loud crashing booms. It sounded like steel beams being dropped into the large metal roll-off trash bin across the street. The whole house shook and the windows rattled. And my red alerts for this area were going crazy. Incoming!!!!

So what did John & I do? We rushed outside with our phones hearing the jets overhead. I needed to get shots of any action. I guess we’re bona fide Israelis now. Many of our neighbors were also in the street looking up, pointing and snapping photos. I managed to capture the puffs of smoke after the Iron Dome interception of six ballistic missiles overhead.

So being officially Israeli, I quickly uploaded all the excitement to my Instagram account @eemahleh and got back to making the salads. John went back in the house and finished setting the table. And the red alerts continued, just not so close to us.

OK. So let me confess. I am addicted to my iPhone. My entire life revolves around it. I’m sure you understand: appointments, recipes, prayers, news, photos, phone, entertainment and more. It’s all there. But on Shabbat, many of us in Israel put aside our electronics for the time of rest. So I didn’t see or hear the news. Few of us did.

Friday evening, shortly after Israelis, religious and secular, sat down to the traditional Friday night (family) meal, phones and TVs off, Joe Biden made his speech. I had heard people say get ready, because his poll numbers seemed to drop after the Trump verdict. Dropping polls never spell out good news for Israel. And BANG! Blindsided!

President Biden in an egregious and bold move on Shabbat, when Israel would neither hear nor respond, held a press conference. Not only was the premise an outright fabrication, but it put our government in a horribly tight spot. I will post the X statement he made to illustrate the point. Note the wording…

Israel has offered a roadmap…”. Neither Netanyahu nor the Knesset members nor the military had any inkling this was constructed, much less even a thing. It came out of nowhere. There was no plan. There were no talks. There was no agreement. Biden was painting Israel into a corner when there would be no immediate response. Shabbat, remember. It was very tricksy. Very evil to do this behind a sovereign government’s back.

Netanyahu has said repeatedly that our mission in Gaza will not be finished militarily until there is no capability from Hamas to regroup, rearm or re-attack. The IDF would not stop the pressure on Hamas until all the hostages were found or brought home. Israel has given Hamas 11 different terms of negotiations including military pauses, trading captives for convicted Palestinian prisoners (and has released 180 in jail for capital crimes since October 7), and has increased aid into Gaza. Hamas has always refused the deals. Flatly.

There will be no withdrawal as long as they continue to lob missiles into central Israel, which is still happening on a near daily basis, albeit with less frequency and intensity. When they wish to surrender completely to the IDF; when Hamas will give back all the hostages live and dead, then the war will be completely over. Not until then. Not when they want to commit the same atrocities and massacre over and over again.

So Biden unrolled his plan for complete Israeli withdrawal from Gaza. For Palestinians to move back into the Northern part of Gaza, where the IDF was just recently still uncovering terror tunnels shafts, rocket launchers next to schools, and arms caches inside mosques. He unrolled his plan for the IDF to withdraw from Gaza as part of plan two….if Israel left in plan one, why was plan two including this? Nothing makes sense. And to trade Israelis held captives for the release of hundreds more terrorists to go back into Gaza. Yes. That insures the complete safety of Israel.

“… the temporary ceasefire would become, in the words of the Israeli proposal, ‘ the cessation of hostilities permanently.’” stated Biden. Hello? The Israeli proposal? What proposal? Sir, there was no such proposal! Phase three insures the return of the dead bodies held by the terrorists since 7 October in return for a complete reconstruction of Gaza. By who? At whose expense? On whose oversight?

Biden then went on in his speech to take a jab at our right-fielded Knesset members who “want to keep fighting for years and hostages are not a priority for them” Shame! He absolutely smeared BenGvir and Smotrich and other government members including Netanyahu. He is trying to divide and throw political dissent into our country, something Israel fell for last year, something that made Israel weak. He then went on to outright threaten the Israeli people with impending economic, military and social defeat if this plan was not supported.

In an unprecedented move, Prime Minister Netanyahu broke with Sabbath tradition and made a public speech. It was a defiant retort to the White House administration. He reiterated that Israel’s conditions for ending the war remain unchanged. Hamas must no longer be able to pose a threat to the state of Israel. Of course, Hamas praised the ‘deal’ and accepted the terms of Israeli withdrawal, permanent ceasefire and increased aid and reparation packages.

So, do you see, that by Hamas accepting and Israel rejecting a plan forward (that they never even saw), makes Israel the bad guy? The international community will pipe up in the coming days: Israel won’t stop fighting. Israel won’t play fair. Israel just won’t give up. Israel just wants genocide. All eyes on Rafah – and away from Biden’s dropping poll numbers.

And of course, the literal backstory… Former President Obama is fully on board with and backs Biden’s (oooooopsy…I thought it was Israel’s) plan to go forward.

That’s all I have to say, except that all day we’ve been getting red alerts. Bombs on the Golan, rockets fired at Akko, Rosh HaNikra, Nahariyya, Shavei Tsiyon, Achziv – all prime tourist destinations for their natural beauty, stunning coastline, historical sites, or great nightlife. I just received news (another paid article I do yearly: to cover the summer festivals in Israel) that the Tsfat Music Fest, Eilat Jazz festival, Karmi’el Dance Festival are all cancelled due to the war and due to large crowds not being allowed. I am to be updated on the Tel Aviv White Nights, summer concert series in different locations, and other annual citywide extravaganzas. Add to that, our favorite summer haunts are shut down because – you know – the war.

Sliding into the Weekend

First, I want to thank you, my dear readers. You are the best!! I collected several heartfelt notes and letters both in my messages and direct email for our neighbors, the Aviv family. They lost their son, a beautiful peaceful windsurfer, who fell while on reserve duty in Gaza. I took them in a lovely ribbon-tied envelope last week. Emmi, Ido’s mom, was overwhelmed to tears. Both Emmi and Mark were absolutely shocked to know that people across the globe stand with them and support Israel. Every single Israeli I’m talking with feels so alone now. We all cried and I hugged both Emmi and Dasha (Ido’s fiancée- the wedding was supposed to be next month). We held each other close for a long while. I’ll be taking them another meal next Thursday, so your letters of comfort and encouragement are still wanted.

Speaking of neighbors: it’s time you met a few of my neighbors. Aryeh and Leah are 94 and 92 years old. They were born here and their passports and documents from pre-1948 label them as Palestinians. They were born under British mandated Palestine and their families have been here since the 1800s. They have been married 73 years. Every evening, Aryeh and Leah go on a long neighborhood walk, which is how we first met them.

Leah loved my hollyhocks, so I gave her some seeds. She gave me a gorgeous red amaryllis. I shared my baby Italian and Native American tomato plants with her. Turns out Aryeh was an engineer just like my husband and he worked for years at Raphael, which is very much like Teledyne where John worked. Leah was a school teacher for decades. They are still avid hikers, and have traveled the world with their children and grandchildren. And…… they, too, are “collectors of found objects.”

It’s been a hobby/obsession of mine to pick things up from our travels and walks: flowers to press, shells from the beach, coral (leading to my arrest here the first year), pinecones, fossils and rocks. My kids used to make fun of me. John has gotten used to it and has become a pretty good “picker” himself. So, last week when we visited our neighbors, we were amazed. Geodes, rocks, fossils – each from a special place with a unique history and a story.

This past weekend was the Jewish holiday of Lag b’Omer, a celebration of the Light of Creation, holy Light, the Light of the World through the Scriptures, which is sometimes compared to fire. It also commemorates the life of Rabbi Shimon bar Yochai (Rashbi) and the miracles associated with him. Lag b’Omer is always a huge holiday here in Israel. Whether religious or secular, it’s a fun family festival where huge bonfires are lit. Kids sing and dance around the bonfires and families roast potatoes and eggs and meat wrapped in foil in the hot coals. The ultra religious make a pilgrimage to Mt. Meron, Rashbi’s tomb. This year, because of the war, everything was cancelled. No bonfires. No large gatherings. Especially Meron, which is a closed military area. It’s quite depressing.

Wednesday, John and I decided to drive up to Tsfat, about 30 minutes away. Nestled at the top of a mountain, it’s one of my favorite cities. This is the usually-busy tourist season. We would be having guests and taking them there this time of year. Big Bar Mitzvah and wedding parties would, in normal circumstances, be processing with musical fanfare down the already bustling cobblestones alleyways. Tsfat – sometimes transliterated Safed or Tzfat or Zefat, dates from Biblical times and is one of Israel’s four Holy Cities.

Tsfat was the home of the mystics and kabbalists. Today there are still many ultra Orthodox, but also there the hipsters, the hippies and the artists. Galleries line the streets of the Old City displaying high quality professional artwork like weaving, sculpture, painting, incredible jewelry and various crafts. They are known for their pieces of Judaica. And it’s a great place to shop for presents. We had an engagement party coming up and two weddings, and an anniversary.

The drive up, although always gorgeous scenery-wise, was somber. Much of the area is so close to the border, people are not traveling there. We get drones and missile attacks from Lebanon several times a day. The city was a ghost town. No tourists. Empty streets. Most shops are closed. In Israel, when a person dies, a black and white notice goes up informing the public of who died, where the funeral and where/when house of mourning will be held. This time in Tsfat, posters were plastered throughout the city. Death notices. A sad but also clever way of saying the city and its businesses had died.

Luckily, the candle shop was open. Safed Candles are amazing handmade, all-beeswax candles…for Shabbat, Havdalah, Chanukah and every day use. Plus this business, open for over 50 years, has lots of other beautiful Judaica. And now, because there is no business, everything was on sale. To fulfill a request from my oldest daughter I bought 6 pairs of long golden beeswax tapers for only about $15. She’ll be delighted. Plus I scored a few other colorful handmade gifts. One other gallery was open. We felt so sorry for the shop owner who had four small kids and no income for nearly eight months. So we bought a few items: Roman glass earrings for my daughters, an engagement gift and anniversary gift.

all-beeswax candles…for Shabbat, Havdalah, Chanukah and every day use. Plus this business, open for over 50 years, has lots of other beautiful Judaica. And now, because there is no business, everything was on sale. To fulfill a request from my oldest daughter I bought 6 pairs of long golden beeswax tapers for only about $15. She’ll be delighted. Plus I scored a few other colorful handmade gifts. One other gallery was open. We felt so sorry for the shop owner who had four small kids and no income for nearly eight months. So we bought a few items: Roman glass earrings for my daughters, an engagement gift and anniversary gift.

We stopped to admire the views from Tsfat. Mount Meron, which has been shelled daily (it’s a high point, literally, and a military intelligence installation. The day was so clear, there was no trouble at all seeing directly over the mountains into Lebanon – now all Hizbulla. Thankfully, there was no action, but John couldn’t leave quickly enough.

The highlight of our week happened last night. We were invited to an irusim, an engagement party. John had coached Pri’el in baseball as a kid and now he’s marrying his sweetheart, Bat’El. The cutest couple! But I’d never been to this type of party. The bride is from a Mizrachi Jewish family (Mid Eastern) and they have their own traditions. I was expecting a short, informal religious ritual where a rabbi blesses the newly engaged couple, basically a formal betrothal. I was totally wrong. No ceremony. No religious service.

Once again, most of the women were dressed fairly elegantly. Nope, not me. I kinda stuck out like an American sore thumb… and John in a short sleeve Hawaiian shirt. What were we thinking? We’ve been to funerals and weddings where people wore jeans, but the Mizrachi are different. Or rather we were- the men wore jackets, the women nice dresses. The young friends of Pri’El…. very casual, several in army uniforms.

The bride’s dowry and a gift table was set up for everyone to see. Gifts from the bride’s parents. All beautiful housewares – in white and black and gold. All wrapped beautifully in cellophane with silver or black ribbon. And my rainbow colored gift bag from America that said congratulations with the colorful tissue paper tucked inside. Totally out of place.

The music! Live DJ, drummers, guys singing these melodiously Arabic sounding Hebrew songs. The bride and groom-to-be wore all white. And the food! Hors-doeuvres, salads of the Middle Eastern variety (Baba ganoush, dolma, tabbouleh, humous, lox, pickled fish, cabbage salads, lentil salad….). Then the first course- skewered salmon grilled over a fire. Wow. Then the large platters of meat – kabobs, sausages, brisket, steak pieces). So the party was at 7:30. And I had made dinner and we ate beforehand. Oooopps!

And of course, the dancing. The guys all dancing separately from the girls in circles. The joy. Spontaneous eruptions in different places. And then the young couple and friends sneaking out into the courtyard for a dance together…but never touching. All so pure, and innocent, beautiful and joyful.

After all the food and dance, the father of the bride-to-be presented his future son-in-law with a magnificent gold watch. Rolex??? Then our good friends, the parents of the groom presented Bat’El with gold earrings, a necklace, bracelet and ankle bracelet. It is a tradition in the Mizrachi culture to give gifts of gold.

Then came the next high point. The engaged couple paraded through the room like prince and princess with families behind. Then the bride’s mom and the Kallah instructor (the bride has a special female escort and instructor of the laws of family purity…well save that one for another time) handed a crystal bowl filled with chocolate pudding??? and two candles to Bat’El. They each lit a candle. They then took the bowl of pudding???? with the lite candles and proceeded to wave it in circles over the heads of the engaged couple. So weird. While the chazzan chanted and the people clapped along. PriEl’s friends were dancing on the chairs – it was very very cool.

O.K. So I found out it wasn’t pudding. Or mud. Or a bowl of poo. It was Hannah. And now the ceremony begins as the bride’s mother and grandmother henna’d the palms of the engaged couple. And put a cool seal on to, tying it behind the hand. And next all the women line up to get their hands henna’d too.

By this time, it was getting on to midnight, and the desserts and rest of the festivities were going strong. We were beyond exhausted so John and I took our leave. It was quite the cultural experience- and a lot of fun. But now, preparations for Shabbat begin in earnest, so…more news next week.

Please, if you haven’t already done so, I ask you to write little notes of comfort for and solidarity with the grieving Aviv family. I will present them next Thursday. I can’t tell you how much a little note means to these people. To know they are not alone. Just put them in the comments section. And have a peaceful, relaxing weekend.

The Pendulum Swings: And Time Goes Wild

Writers of the history, stand with me. Look into my eyes and see, People go away but never say goodbye. Someone stole the moon tonight, took my light. Everything is black and white. Who’s the fool who told you boys don’t cry? Ours of hours and powers and flowers. Life is no game for the cowards, And time goes wild. Every day I’m losing my mind, Holding on in this mysterious ride. Dancing in this storm. We’ve got nothing to hide. Take me home and leave the world behind. Baby, promise me that Never Again – I’m still wet from this October Rain. October Rain.

These are the original lyrics from the Israeli (and Eurovision) hit song, Hurricane/October Rain. Our lives are a pendulum. And time goes wild. Emotions swing back and forth at a rapid pace, as the rollercoaster ride I blogged about just last week. As I was doing a web search for the lyrics to October Rain, or any mention of the song for that matter… they were there two days ago!!! The only thing I could find was “Sorry, we ran into an error displaying these results. Please try again.” It’s gone… Luckily I downloaded a live performance of Eden Golan singing the song to the families of the hostages live in Tel Aviv two nights ago.

On a brighter note, and to ‘schep nakhas,’ from the Yiddish to brag: I looked forward so much to going down to Herzliya last night. John and I were going to the Reichman University, Raphael Recanati International School, to attend my son’s awards ceremony. Max was number one in his class (School of Government and Foreign Policy) for all three years with the highest grade point average and lots and lots of hard work. He will be graduating summa cum laude in two weeks.

On the way down we heard the news on the radio: news of the video clip that was just released from October 7. In one of the tunnels in Rafa, the IDF found the usual ammunition, weaponry, intelligence. This time there included video evidence. A large group of beautiful young girls, taken from their IDF base (they were watching the computer screens for border breaches, but the screens had gone black and their communications lines were cut. Some were still asleep in their beds at 6:39am when the Hamas terrorists broke in), they wear badly beaten, bloodied, hog-tied and lined up against a wall. In the video, you can hear the Hamas leader say “these are the ones who can get pregnant. Look at that one. So beautiful.” They are all hauled off at gunpoint into a stolen IDF jeep and taken into Gaza. It’s unbearable to watch.

I cannot even imagine being a parent and being informed that your hostage daughter was essentially a sex slave. And to see the video which is too graphic to reproduce here (you can still see edited versions on YouTube.. I have the long original version,which I really want to show, but will refrain at this time). The parents gave the go ahead for the film to be released in its entirety because it is so important to them for the entire world to know the brutal truth of what is happening. And still NBC News reports, “ New Oct. 7 video appears to show Hamas abducting…” and CNN and the New York Times headlines, “Recently released footage allegedly shows Israeli girls taken into Gaza.” This is absolutely insane! And their versions were highly edited and shortened.

Appears to show???

When we arrived at Reichman, a beautiful table with refreshments – little sandwiches, bourekas, quiches, fruits, juices – had been set up at the event site. It was lovely to see all the parents and friends who had shown up to honor the recipients. And to see several people I knew in the crowd: my good friend’s daughter and her family were there for their best friends; Max’s friends and their families showed up from abroad. It was a lovely reunion. But everywhere were the reminders:

Before the awards were given out, there was a memorial service for the nine soldiers who had been students at RU and killed in the line of duty. 55% of all Reichman University students are in the IDF, in both active duty and in the reserves. It is the most of any Israeli school percentage wise. 4500 of the 8000 who attend classes have or are currently serving in this present war. This is not even to mention alumni. As the service progressed, Jonathan Davis President of the School, learned of the death of a tenth student, just fallen in combat in Gaza. The most poignant for me was Joseph Gitarts. He was a friend of Max’s. They were on the debate team and had traveled through Europe together. Joseph was an honor student and ranked first in his class in Communications. He will be remembered by the memorial garden planted in his honor in the middle of campus. His sister was there to receive his honors.

The rest of the awards program was uneventful, yet inspiring. Students had come to the International School from over 100 countries – from all over the world including Dubai, Saudi Arabia, Africa, South America, India, Taiwan and of course, a Europe and North America. The university slogan is “Live in Israel. Study in English.” The growing curriculum offers both undergraduate and graduate degrees in Business, Psychology, Computer Science, Health and Medical related services (research), Government, Economics and Sustainability.

Max, a Rhodes Finalist, will be attending grad school in the UK next semester

And life goes on. This morning I found out my adorable neighbor and friend, Yanna, is pregnant with her second child. We are so excited. I can’t begin to tell you how many women we know who are pregnant now. Life is a precious gift here in Israel. Children are cherished. Families are strong. It’s a sign of the overall health and optimism of this country.

We continue to pray for all those who are held captive. The US has been stymieing Israel’s ability to fight the war as a true war. They fought us tooth and nail on entering the last Hamas stronghold, Rafah. It was revealed yesterday that the Biden Admin withheld crucial intelligence from the Israeli war cabinet on Rafah. They knew about the over 70 tunnels that led into Egypt. These tunnels served as a means to resupply the terrorists with weapons, missiles and ammunition. They served as a major mode of transportation and escape for the top brass, like Ismail Haniyeh. Do they know anything about the whereabouts of the remaining hostages? Could they have been taken into Egypt?

On a happier note, I’ve gotten several requests for the recipe of my non-dairy cornbread. In a Kosher kitchen, according to Rabbinical (not Scriptural) tradition, dairy and meat cannot be combined in the same meal in any way. So if you keep Kosher, you find ways around- because grilled chicken and BBQ ribs just cry out for cornbread. So here goes:

Non-Dairy “Buttermilk” Cornbread

Ingredients:

  • 2 cups plant-based milk (I use rice milk for this one)
  • 2 TBSP lemon juice
  • 2/3 cup sunflower/safflower oil
  • 2 large/extra large eggs
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1 1/2 cups cornmeal
  • 2 1/2 cups flour (I use Bob’s Red Mill 1:1 Gluten free)
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 TBSP baking powder
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • Optional (1 drained can of corn, cut up chili peppers)

Grease a 9X9 baking pan or a muffin tin and set oven to 350*/170*.In a large bowl, add the lemon juice to the plant milk and set aside for a few minutes. The milk might curdle like buttermilk(or not). Stir together dry ingredients. Into the curdled milk, mix in the eggs, oil and sugar. Stir until thoroughly incorporated. Add in the dry ingredients and mix together. If using the canned corn or jalapeños or chilis, now is the time to add them in. Pour into the pan and bake 20-25 minutes until golden brown. Poke with cake tested for doneness. For muffins, the time in the oven is 12-15 minutes. We use the leftovers crumbled in a bowl with maple syrup and milk for breakfast. Heat in the microwave for one minute. It’s delicious!

Surreal Spring

The last few days have been both surreal and restful. It’s truly amazing to what people get accustomed.

I woke up early on Friday morning to work in my rooftop garden. Everything is growing like gangbusters now. We’ve had surprise rains and the weather has turned warm. Harvested carrots. Planted more radishes and lettuces. Did some weeding. And separated the seemingly hundreds of tomatoes that are growing from last year’s dropped fruits. I’ll be distributing them to neighbors all this week.

Every once in a while as I’m up on the balcony I hear a few thunderous booms off in the distance. Antitank artillery from Hizbulla. This followed by helicopters or jets taking off to strike the launch sites. Life continues as usual as children are outside playing without a care. It’s Friday so the neighbor across the street is washing his car. People are out walking their dogs as if nothing is going on just a few miles North.

John and I take decide to go for a hike before it gets too hot or too late in the day. We take the dog with us and the scenery is breathtaking. We have our favorite spot… a paved walking path two miles around the ridge of a mountain overlooking Haifa and the Mediterranean. And the jets strafe the sky overhead. My phone gets continual dings, alerts of rockets launched from Gaza into the South of Israel.

We stop off at our favorite nursery on the way home. Each roundabout before a village is ringed with Israeli flags and bright yellow flags, a reminder of the hostages still held in captivity.

Different communities have set up “bring them home” displays: posters of the hostages; yellow banners, ribbons and kites; empty chairs. It serves as a stark reminder against the beauty of the Galilee spring.

The nursery is incredibly crowded with families loading up on plants. The days are getting longer and there’s more time for planting. Planting gardens. A sign of hope. A symbol of beauty and pride in the neighborhood. As we are each one of us choosing our herbs, flowers, and fruit trees there are more very loud bombs in the distance. It sounds like a crane that has dropped a load of cement blocks. Plumes of smoke rise from the mountain range in the distance and no one gives the slightest jump. It is all way too surreal. And has become way too familiar. If they stop us from living- going to work/school, shopping, meeting friends, doing our normal activities….then they’ve won. Our enemies cannot stop us.

By the time we got home, I had no time to plant the flowers in our front garden, write a blog, prepare dinner and get ready for the Sabbath, so… I saved the blogging for today.

We were supposed to have friends from the middle of the country (Tel Aviv area) for dinner both last Tuesday and last Wednesday, but neither family was able. We were going to have a Tex-Mex American cook-out. I saved the ingredients for when local friends visited on Thursday and for Shabbat dinner.

We had barbecued chicken on the grill, American potato salad, and Texas baked beans in the crockpot. Oh my word! There ain’t no eatin’ like that round these parts. I served a delicious cornbread (made with oil, no dairy) with jalapeño jelly. And pickled corn salad.

We invited our Israeli neighbors over on Friday to share the bounty. But the most different and delicious part for them (besides the Texas ranger cookies I’d baked a ton of ) were the fried green tomatoes!

Leah and Aryeh had never heard of, seen or tried them before and were over the moon!

Fried Green Tomatoes

Serves 4. Pareve (neither meat nor dairy)

Ingredients:

  • 1/3 cup mayonnaise
  • 1/2 fresh squeezed lemon juiced
  • 4 drops Tabasco sauce
  • Sea salt & freshly ground pepper
  • 3/4 cup flour
  • 2 large eggs, beaten
  • 1 cup cornmeal
  • 2 tsp Old Bay Spice Mix
  • 3-4 medium green tomatoes, sliced 1/2 inch thickness (ends off)
  • 1/4 cup vegetable oil (sunflower,etc)

In a small bowl, mix mayo, lemon juice & Tabasco & set aside. In 3 separate shallow dishes place flour, beaten eggs & cornmeal. Season each with the Old Bay. Heat oil in large skillet until shimmery. While oil heating, dip tomato slices first in flour to coat, then egg, then cornmeal. Fry tomatoes in oil working in batches. About 3-4 minutes each side. Transfer to wire rack with paper towels at bottom. Serve while hot with the sauce on top.

(We just got back from taking our dog on a walk as I was writing this….John & I needed a break. As it turns out, two separate neighbors stopped me to ask about that American food… with the tomatoes. And the cornbread and jalapeño jelly…we’ll be having more guests next week!)

This next salad was so so simple to make. Pretty standard fare. Avocados and tomatoes. But the nuts!!!! Took it to a whole higher level! Not only delicious but healthy too.

Tomato Avocado Salad

Serves 4 Pareve (vegan)

Ingredients:

  • 1 large medium ripe avocado
  • 2 cups (1pint) cherry tomatoes
  • 1/3 cup walnuts
  • Extra virgin olive oil
  • Juice of 1 small fresh squeezed lemon lime
  • Sea salt, pepper
  • (Optional 1 1/2 TBSP pumpkin seed oil)

Cube avocado into small chunks and place in bowl. Halve cherry tomatoes and place in bowl. Toast walnuts until golden brown in olive oil or pumpkinseed oil (highly recommend!!!) Let cool and add to salad. Drizzle lime juice & small amount of olive oil over top . Sprinkle with sea salt and cracked black pepper .

The fact there is a war going on just a few miles from us is surreal. It will curb some of our outings this summer, but we will find new places to hike and new villages to visit. Our enemies will not stop us from living. It’s the Israeli spirit-

The Rollercoaster

Taken in 2015… my first Independence Day, re-posted with greeting for 2024

Life in Israel at this time can be likened to a rollercoaster ride. Not just the extreme and arduous uphill climbs with exhilarating views at the top which last for a microsecond before you come crashing down at breakneck speed, but the stomach punching curves and loop-de-loops as well.

The past few days have been just that: attending a funeral at house of mourning of a young soldier followed by a beautiful spring drive with the scenery of the rolling countryside and visit with friends. The day of Remembrance of Holocaust Victims. Being on a major highway when the two minute alarm sounds nationwide. All the cars come to a stop. The people get out. Everyone bows their head in honor and prayer for all those that were murdered in the Shoah and its Middle Eastern counterpart, the Farhud ( yes. It happened throughout the MidEast as well, just without concentration camps). We do not have a television (cable connection), but all the Israeli stations had memorial services and programs dedicated to that near genocide throughout the day last week.

The week following Yom ha Shaoah continues as normal, with the hustle and bustle of daily routine. The weather has been variable as well: blisteringly hot for a day or two followed by a day of heavy humidity, then surprise wind and thunderstorms, lightning and thunder and a half hour of intense pouring rain followed by sunshine. All to happen again.

On Sunday, the radio stations started playing soft, melancholy music again. Songs of love and loss; patriotic hymns; heartfelt Psalms that are all too real these days; songs of promised return of a loved one. Just after dark there is another two minute national siren and the entire country plunges into silence (well, almost the entire country). There are ceremonies to honor all those that have fallen, both in the military and also victims of terror. All day, the television spotlights those who gave their lives defending the country and its citizens, and of those citizens who were murdered by terrorism.

I had planned to go to a sunrise service in our city. It was a prayer and memorial service for the six soldiers in our community that were killed since 7 October. But just as I was leaving, the floodgates of heaven opened up and a torrential rain started that lasted over 40 minutes. It was as if the heavens were crying. Later that day I heard other news from Be’ersheva in the South – a true miracle. From Batsheva Nagel in Be’ersheva:

rsheva:

Unbelievable! On Friday there was a crazy sandstorm that lasted about five minutes. I was standing outside at the park with my three children and I remember thinking it’s gonna be a very windy Shabbos. We ran inside into our apartment, because sand and paper and leaves were just flying everywhere. But then it just stopped. It was really bizarre. Seemed out of the blue because it was such a nice sunny day and all of the moms were out with their kids taking a break. Be’er Sheva hasn’t had a siren in months and the parks were just full of kids. But this huge gust of wind, sand flying everywhere forced everybody back home. About 10 minutes later the red alert siren sounded. Five rockets launched at Be’er Sheva, one landing in a playground that had been full of children just 10 minutes earlier, causing massive damage. The random (HaShem) gust of wind saved all of our lives. We are surrounded by open miracles and the fact of HaShem’s ahava (love) and rachmones (mercy).

I read this on my WhatsApp group of women and my heart is boosted. It is a true miracle that no one was killed or hurt. A few apartments surrounding the park were mildly damaged by shrapnel. Yet the day is somber. There is no noise except for the booming of Hizbulla missiles landing a few miles to the North and IDF jets strafing the sky. Memorial Day is a national holiday where most people are off work. Everyone visits cemeteries to pay respects to those that have been “unalived.” This afternoon, the streets leading to our local cemetery are so packed and there is no parking, you have to walk for nearly a mile, then stand in line for quite awhile just to get it. People are milling about the front entrance. Reserve duty soldiers, both men and women, with their machine guns strapped to their backs. People carrying Israeli flags, teddy bears and other mementos to adorn the graves of the recently buried. The roller coaster is definitely headed downwards.

Coming back home, I ask friends and neighbors what the citywide schedule is for the next 24 hours. Israel, at sunset of Yom ha Zikkaron, Memorial Day, goes straight into Yom haAtzmaut, Independence Day. It’s the 76th anniversary of the State of Israel. Usually there are huge concerts. The biggest music stars and pop groups tour the country going from one city to the next putting on great performances. We usually enjoy 3-4 really great free shows in our local amphitheater that night. This year, there are no concerts. Especially now. No groups larger than 250 are supposed to be in public. No sitting duck targets. Just too risky.

This night is different from all other Independence Days. Usually we enjoy a rousing fireworks show, but due to PTSD and trauma, fireworks displays are now banned in Israel. There used to be great parties and celebrations. This year the night is still. No music blaring from peoples’ backyard parties. The next day, I again wake up to a silent day. Even though the children are off school, there is no loud laughing and playing as kids ride bikes and are running around outside. Many of our friends have expressed fear that on this day in particular, we will be attacked as it is Nakba Day (the Day of Disgrace) for the Muslim population.

Since 1948-

John and I had planned fun backyard barbecues for friends on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. We’ve finally gotten the jungle under control, the flowers are all in bloom, and we’ve uncovered the grill and bought the meats and veg. I was busy making salads when we received the first message. The lovely new couple we just met recently (they’ve just moved here over the past year) are packing up and leaving. Back to the French countryside of Normandy where it is quieter and less risky. They gave their landlord notice, and will be out by this Thursday. Wow. That’s a shock. I hear from our neighbor that most of the regular Yom haAtzmaut activities the city sponsors are not happening. No parades. No block parties with street vendors. No huge activities for the children. Grilling and picnics in the local parks are all that’s going on. The excitement of the day has turned a sharp corner.

The rollercoaster car turns upside down when our friends from the Tel Aviv area decide not to come up. Everyone seems to want to be staying close to home. All people are talking about is the fact that the United States has cut off all arms shipments to Israel. We have been betrayed by our best friends. Individuals around the world are writing in of their support, but it seems to pale in comparison to Israeli’s despair. Will there be enough anti-missile missiles for our Iron Dome? Now that we have been thoroughly isolated, Will other countries perceive Israel as weak and vulnerable and attack us?

Prime Minister Netanyahu makes a speech to the nation saying that although the people of the US have been and will continue to be our friends, we are fully capable of defending ourselves. If we have to, we will go it alone. If the need ever arises we will fight with our fingernails. (Oy vey!) The UN decides to officially recognize Palestine as an official state. This is all a reward to Hamas to keep fighting. Th United States has declared through Gen. Miley and Secretary of State. Of State Blinken that we are not allowed to enter Rafah, the last Hamas stronghold. They say they have intelligence withheld unless there is a ceasefire. The Pentagon knows the whereabouts of Hamas leader Yahya Sinwar. He is not even in Rafah. The UN comes out with updated count of the number of civilians killed since the war started. It has been adjusted and is less than half of what was originally stated. There is no genocide….but the world no longer cares because they have already heard that over 18,000 children were killed and the rollercoaster lurches ahead faster.

As I am writing this (still excited to see some great friends at tomorrow’s planned barbecue), we can hear bombs falling from Hizbulla rocket launches. I get my red alerts on my phone and about 3 minutes later, there is a loud, low thud and the house rumbles a tiny bit. We go on with what we are doing. I’m writing this blog. My husband is on speaker phone going over financial planning with our son. “Did you hear that? Did you feel that? It was up in Meron. In Sasa. In Zion…that’s where the girl that makes my pottery lived.” We continue with our work.

Speaking with a neighbor yesterday, Gil said that those border towns are pretty much unrecognizable now. He has a son and daughter-in-law and their young family who lived up near Shlomi. He said they haven’t been able to get up to see if the house is even standing or in what condition because it’s an active military zone. They have been displaced for six months now, living at the hotel at Kibbutz Ginosar on Lake Kinneret (Sea of Galilee). Gil told us that about 80% of the homes are uninhabitable. The rocket barrages, anti-tank missiles and RPGs have destroyed the border villages with Lebanon.

We have our son’s Dean’s List ceremony next week, a friend’s daughter’s wedding the week after that. Then his graduation. Then a family reunion in Florida. We have a lot to look forward to. No more steep, sudden plunges please. No more unexpected turns. Let me off the rollercoaster for a while and put me on a beautiful carousel…

The Beersheva missile miracle!

A Huge Favor to my Readers

Yesterday afternoon I went to the shivah house, the house of mourning for the family of Ido Aviv. He had fallen in Gaza as a result of friendly fire. Of course, the home was packed with people sitting on the large, tiled patio and inside the home in the living room and the dining area. There were soldiers, young people older folk, Orthodox and secular Jewish people, Christians and Druze.

In the entrance to their home was a huge sail from a surfboard. It was Ido’s. He loved the water and was not only an avid sailer, windsurfer and surfboarder, but a surf instructor. The sail had a huge Magen David…the Israeli flag emblazoned upon it. All of his army buddies and his friends signed the sail. Notes that said how much they’d miss him, how much they love him. “Sail into the horizon, my good friend…” the words of a beautiful Hebrew song. And of course, on an easel, photographs of the fallen soldier.

I waited to speak to Emmi, Ido’s mother. I gave her a huge hug, held her tight, and we both cried together. I had known her as an acquaintance and daughter-in law of a woman in the English Speakers Club and charitable group we were in together. I can’t begin to imagine the pain. I sat down and spoke for quite some time to the father of Ido’s fiancée. Oh my G-d. How incredibly sad. They had grown up together, knowing each other since they were three. Her father told me the Aviv’s were their best friends and Ido was like a son to him. And he said, “Ido was loved by everybody. Just look around at all his friends here. They have been here for three days and just keep pouring in. Can you believe a 28 year old could have spread so much happiness? His heart was always for the other person and what he could do for them.”

Dear faithful readers, whether you leave comments on this particular blog or not; whether you leave me emails or personal messages or not. I am calling upon you right now. Please. We, as Israelis are in a fight not only to keep the enemies that surround us at bay, but in a true fight against terrorists and proxies of terrorists. Many of us feel we are alone in this fight. All the nations seem to be lining up again us. Even the United States. All we see is news of riots, arrest warrants for our administration and cries of genocide, atrocities committed and apartheid…all untrue.

So please. A simple favor. Will you please send me either in the comment section below or any way that you can – your love and thanks and support for this grieving family. I will deliver them in just ten days, our Remembrance Day for fallen soldiers. I just know it would mean so much to this family to know they do not stand alone.

I thank you in advance. The parents’ names are Mark and Emmi. They speak English (Mark is from the former South African country of Rhodesia). The Aviv’s have other younger adult sons, but I do not know their names-

May we all have a peaceful and joyous Shabbat and weekend,

Tamar

Mourning & Evening. Day 208

Once again, I had plans to write a completely different post. One day soon, I will answer some of the most pressing questions that I have been receiving. But that is not today.

Yesterday morning, I received news from a friend who first saw it on a Facebook post. The city had also sent out text messages to the residents. Of course, it was announced in the news and spread throughout the army. The family was notified and then the relatives and friends. Another solder had fallen from our city. A 28 year old reservist in the tank division in Gaza.

In the Jewish religion, a body is supposed to be buried within 24 hours. Ido Aviv had been killed on Sunday night, but it was a holiday (last day of Passover/day of complete rest like Shabbat) , so the funeral was set for 3pm Tuesday. My friends and I showed up over an hour early. This was the fifth or sixth funeral since 7October. Forgive me for losing count.

The streets leading up to the cemetery were already lined with people holding Israeli flags, some singing softly in unison. This is typical here. Citizens form a patriotic display on both sides of the streets for the family in honor of the fallen. An hour early and there were already scores of groups gathered in the parking lot, at the entrance to the cemetery and throughout the cemetery itself. I’ve never seen so many soldiers, both regular and reservists, gathered in one place. Young and middle aged men and women.

The tent had been erected graveside, covered with Israeli and battalion flags. Chairs set up for the family. Seven soldiers stood at attention at each end of the gravesite. Within minutes of our getting there, hundreds of people were gathered round. It is so truly moving. I’m on crutches, so a soldier insisted people make room for our party at one side of the barrier just outside the mourning tent. He insisted that I sit down, finding me an extra chair, and made sure I had a bottle of water. Soldiers hand out water bottles to all the people at any kind of event. It’s pretty crazy how considerate these people are.

A large crowd had already gathered 45 minutes before the funeral began.

We stood next to two sisters. I asked them if they knew Ido. They had just heard the news as well from the town. They did not know him personally. Their parents were around somewhere with the two younger siblings, but the girls wanted a front row view. One was 14, the other 17. The older sister was hugging the younger and both were visibly crying. Then their 16 year old brother joined them. It brought back memories of my teenage years and how emotional I became during the Yom Kippur War upon hearing the news of all the fallen soldiers. Soon they, too, will be called up to defend the State of Israel. An older soldier, came over to hug the younger sister and just be there to comfort her. There was absolutely no ulterior motive as he put his arm around her and gave her a packet of tissue.

A group of reservists from Ido’s battalion

Of course the mayor and mayor emeritus showed up along with the head of the regional council and other government officials. Because there were higher ranking military and so many soldiers gathered, the drones in the sky and circling helicopters were incessant. I’m still not used to any of this. I don’t think I’ll ever get accustomed to it.

As the family arrived, I realized I knew them. They are Anglos, and members of our local English Speakers club. I recognized the parents, and know the grandparents. They are also our neighbors, living three streets down from us. This makes the fourth soldier in our neighborhood who has been killed. It is not getting any easier. On the contrary.

The opening Psalms were read. Then the Kaddish prayer, or Mourners’ Prayer, praising, glorifying and extolling G-d above all, for eternity. It is probably the last thing a mourner wants to do, but essential to keep the tie with faith in the Eternal this time.

I did not know Ido Aviv, but he looks like a Biblical hero

The father spoke first. A beautiful eulogy to an oldest son. Incredibly moving. Incredibly tragic. Each member of the family spoke: the grandfathers, the teenage brothers, and then the mother. It is always the eulogy of the mother to her beloved child, a part of her soul that has been ripped away, the hugs she will no longer give or receive, her futile attempt to reconcile that fact that her beloved son sacrificed his own life – her life – for the country. Hearts rip out at this point in the service. To hear the anguish of a mourning mother.

Soldiers, grown men weep. They hug and hold one another. They tenderly wiper the tears from their face, and holding the face of their brother in arms, wipe the tears from his face. I really can’t take it. I push it all deep deep deep down inside me. The bottle of my soul seems like it will soon spill out. His fiancée speaks. They have been together for six years and were planning their wedding, their home, their family. She will not wear the dress she picked out. She will not be escorted to the marriage canopy. There is not a dry eye.

Ido’s friends and army buddies give short eulogies. He loves the sea. He loves to surf. He is a surf instructor. Ido and Dasha had plans to travel to Sri Lanka. His smile. He helped everyone. He was a leader and commander of his troop and everyone loved and respected him. He had an amazing spirit. He loved his country….

Members of his battalion laid floral wreaths at the grave. So many flowers. The grave is completely covered. More Psalms and ElMalay Rakhamim…a prayer to the most merciful G-d was chanted. Kaddish said again. And it was over. We estimated that, as usual there were about 2000 or more present.

Later that night, long after I’ve been sitting up in bed catching up on the days’ news, we read that Ido and another soldier were killed by friendly fire, it seems. The worst news of all. From my (rough) translation of the Hebrew: on the evening of the holiday, following two-sided shooting by our forces and Hamas terrorists in a corridor near the Turkish hospital in the center of the Strip. A tank mounted a charge and was hit by an anti tank missile. Another tank came out of a secure area and returned fire at a building that was outside the boundaries of its sector, where our forces were stationed. Ido and Kalkidan (another IDF soldier) fell, and another fighter was seriously wounded.

This morning eight friends and my son sent me the same post. Tomorrow, my friend and I will go to the house of the mourning family to pay our respects. In Judaism, the family mourns for seven days, sitting on the floor or on low chairs receiving guests. The army sets up a large tent outside on the street and provides chairs and tables of refreshments. There will be photographs from the life of the fallen soldier. People arrive with foods a which will be set up for those coming to pay their respects. Usually, when a soldiers dies, hundreds and hundreds of people come each night to pay their respects to the family. They come from all over the country. Not just Jewish people, but Druze and Christians and others who are there to comfort and offer support. I’ve never ever seen anything like this anywhere else. Living in Israel has been the most beautiful, most connected experience. And the most heartbreaking-

Day 205 Hippuch

Let me introduce those of you who might not know to a new word in Hebrew. “Hippuch”, pronounced Hee POOKH’ with that guttural sound at the end, is a very common word here. It means flipped. Upside down in an ironic sort of way that you’d never expect. Like the ending of that movie, it was totally hippuch. It’s a great way to describe the world right now.

Good is evil. Evil is good. Genders are completely interchangeable at any given instant and if you don’t acknowledge how a person feels or labels itself, then you are the one with huge problems. What is legal for some is totally against the law for others if certain acts are committed. It’s all about freedom and tolerance unless, of course, you are the one that needs to be cancelled. A person has autonomy over their own body except when it’s mandated that a certain treatment must be given. My friends, we are living in a world of absolute hippuch.

It has been pretty evident by the past few weeks’ display on university campuses across the U.S. What started out as a “grassroots” movement has turned out to be incredibly well funded and incredibly well organized. Yes. I write of the pro-Palestine ceasefire/peace movement. They are all for peace except “Long live the Intifada.” Or as we say, “the infants.” To be clear, an intifada is an armed, Islamic movement that wishes to rid the world of infidels (Jews, Christians, LGBTQBiPOC+++, and other undesirables). As in eradication. Intifada is to bring the whole world under domination of Allah. A peaceful movement for sure.

These are not just young college kids involved in the resistance movement, but professors and outside organizers. These are the people that are fighting injustice and oppression of the Palestinians. Yet Hamas are the ones who have oppressed the people of Gaza (73% of Arabs living in the West Bank of Israel still support Hamas… that’s hippuch). We hear nothing of that.

The people that screamed “Believe ALL women” just two years back are the ones who demand proof, yet still deny rape, torture and sexual abuse of the Israeli women, men and children at the hands of Hamas and the Gazans. The demands that the Red Cross or Red Crescent be given access to the captured Hamas terrorists are the same people who have denied the captive Israelis humanitarian visits and delivery of/access to their lifesaving medicines.

“What do we want? Ceasefire! When do we want it? NOW!” Sounds nice. We all want an end to this horrible situation. Truly. Yet why did these same people at Columbia, NYU, Yale, Harvard and other schools cheer when Iran launched over 300 intercontinental ballistic missiles and suicide drones laden with explosives at Israel??? Total hippuch. Last week the chant was “Bomb, bomb Tel Aviv!”

A beautiful, young, Jewish university student- a senior now- who really has a soft heart for the underprivileged and the victim… someone who we are very, very close with…has recently joined up with the pro-Palestine resistance movement. She is now sending my husband and me regular messages, articles, posts about her most recent cause. The ultimate hippuch.

Even though she was raised in a Jewish home, I don’t believe she understands the definition of “Zionist.” She has informed us that as a Jew, she is not antiSemitic, but anti Zionist. She knows we live in Israel.

Zionism is the belief that the Jewish people have the right to live autonomously and sovereignly in their own ancestral and ancient homeland, Israel. That’s all. Nothing more. To colonize one’s own home, a home that as Mark Twain put it in his travel diary, The Innocents Abroad, in 1885, “…it was a vast wasteland. An uninhabitable wilderness of rock and bleak and barren landscape. Nary a tree or shrub for miles and no one except the occasional Bedouin seeking bakshish.” To colonize one’s own land, keeping the same language spoken for over 3000 years, the same religion, the old cities, is not the definition of colonization.

“An apartheid state” she writes continually. We’ve invited her several times to come see for herself. Take a Birthright tour. She would see a land where all citizens whether, brown, white, black or yellow; whether Jewish, Muslim, Christian, Jew or Baha’i are given the exact same rights and opportunities. Where the LGBT community has Pride ingparades and civil rights. Where true Democracy is happening.

Ms. M (she/her) attended an Interfaith Intersectional Passover Seder last week at the Liberated Zone on her campus. Instead of a commemoration of the Children of Israel’s exodus from slavery under Pharaoh in Egypt, it was a modern day representation of social injustice. The traditional Seder plate was replaced by a large hand-drawn-canvas plate. The evening/night event was held in the morning for brunch. Instead of unleavened matzah, there was a generic Middle Eastern pita and humus, which was ‘culturally appropriated by the Israelis from the Palestinians.’ The Muslims respected the Jews and it was a big loving peace fest. If only the real world was more like this-

Canvas “Seder plate” for the Liberation Seder

She gave us a Podcast to listen to of her Columbia University compatriots. Three Jewish girls demanding the university divest from Israel in all ways: research, exchange programs, funding, products received that are Israeli manufactured. They speak eloquently of the love they have received from the Muslim students. The food shared. The peace movement. And how they have been kicked off campus, arrested, and their tents taken down They have no support- The podcast is called ‘On the Nose’ on open. Spotify and is sponsored by Jewish Currents.

I did my own sleuthing and what do you know? Hippuch! This grassroots movement was well in the planning for months by Jewish Voice for Peace, a radical leftist progressive Jewish organization funded by the Open Society and ultimately George Soros and Peter Beinart. Green and green and white two person tents were distributed by the thousands to campuses all across America over the past three weeks. Leaders were brought in to train the student organizers. Food has been delivered… halal and vegan, of course. Sound systems supplied. Posters and placards handed out. Chants taught. Ultimate hippuch? The podcasters are paid and the interviewees were given honorariums as well as relocation options after dorms were closed to them. The arrests lasted all of 3-5 hours for process and release/no bail/no charges.

The three girls on the podcast decried the fact that Conservative politicians were allowed onto their closed campus as a publicity and propaganda stunt. They said nothing about Ilhan Omar’s visit.

Even though it’s all about peace and tolerance, at Columbia, lead activist Khymani James, has called for the outright murder, eradication and killing of all Zionists “They should not have the right to live. They shouldn’t be allowed to exist.” At USC today, a Hamas supporter graffitied “Say no to genocide” in red paint onto the Tommy Trojan mascot. At UCLA, a journalist was denied entry into the enclave (university square) as it was a student- proclaimed media free zone. Protesting the ‘Open air prisons of Gaza’ the students locked arms, completely encircled the reporter, and refused movement to him unless he surrender his camera. Now that is the definition of hippuch.

To complain they are not being fairly treated by letting the students and professors have their encampments, yet when the Columbia U CEO locks Professor (Shai Davidai) out of the school and fires him is hippuch. To vandalaze the dorm rooms and doors of Jewish students on campuses (spray painting ‘Jew here’ ‘Jew go home’ Zionist sympathizer’ and swastikas and Stars of David). For the campus rabbis, chaplains and Jewish Student Organization heads to call up the students and tell them to leave campus and return to their homes for their own safety….isnt just hippuch anymore. It’s 1939 again. Germany. Nazi regime.Jewish kids are now afraid to live in their once- safe communities. Barred from classes. Barred from businesses.

The war here in Israel has been on delay for the past six weeks as hostage negotiations and US/UN/ICJ appeasements and deals are being made. The Biden administration is supporting the prosecution of Israeli officials for war crimes at the International Criminal Court, which means all of our top democratically elected officials here in Israel including Netanyahu, President Herzi, Defense Minister Gallant, Head of the IDF Herzi Halevi counts face potential extradition and areest (if they leave Israel).

The invasion of Rafah, the last Hamas stronghold is on hold. Awaiting a hostage deal. Awaiting Secretary of State Blinken to arrive in Israel Tuesday, his tenth visit since 7 October. Awaiting an appeasement- an ultimatum by the Biden admin: give up on Rafah and accept a peace deal with Saudi Arabia. Of course this is to cement Biden re-election. A probable Nobel Peace Prize for bringing peace to the Middle East. Hippuch.

Putting pressure on Israel like this, they know, is sure to topple our current administration. It’s by design. The White House wants Bibi gone. If the Rafah operation does not happen after scores of promises and assurances Hamas would be brought down in its entirety and the hostages liberated by force, if necessary, members of the IDF have stated they would personally take off their uniforms, take the government, and finish the war.

And the last example of hippuch: in a meeting between US Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the military and Israel’s Secretary of Defense…the US is now expecting a “zero civilian casualty report” in any further stage of the war in Gaza against Hamas. It’s a war. There, unfortunately, will be casualties. It goes above and beyond upside down.