As hard as I try I cannot. It is an impossible task, which grows in darkness with every blink of an eye, every beat of a shattered heart. I rub my eyes, in vain efforts to rub them out of existence, these ugly, impossible scenes. I scream in a mighty silent voice, rendered unspeakable. The thoughts, the scenes running before me, though I refuse to look at the pictures circulating on social media via the animals as they post and boast!!
Their boasts? Their "achievements" against the enemy, those fierce fighters - babies, toddlers, crying in fright and confusion, ripped away from equally screaming parents - or deceased -and then decapitate! Heads sliced off, rolling to a bumpy stop, that bright, sweet, shiny little person cut down, dead in the name of insanity, by depraved creatures from hell. In acts of brutality that only these monsters residing in the bodies of humans can imagine and bring to a godawful reality, straight from the lowest depths of the worst levels of hell.
Nothing has changed, has it. The worst day of death for Jews since the Holocaust, butchered because they are Jews, denied again, yet again, the right to live in peace within their homes and nation. Immersed in pools of blood and hate, raised and inculcated with that hate, encouraged to grow that hate, children grew up to become butchers of humanity, killers of babies, the worst of the worst, even as they raised rifles to the skies, ululating in perverted claims of victory.
I cannot. They cannot be erased from my mind's eye. They stick to the lens. They will not go away. In fact, they grow worse, exponentially so, as substitutions of faces takes place. No!!!! Your heart screams, you nearly faint at the sight, that gruesome sight that will not go away, that adheres to the very smallest ion of your soul. It will not go away. Worst of the worst become even worse than that, as the realities, the possibilities grow ever stronger.
This is not a nightmare from which one awakes, sweating, frightened, and then relieved that it was merely a bad dream. Most unfortunately it was not a dream; it was a reminder of what happens to Jews in a world constantly awash in a sea of hatred and violence. Yet again, a holiday selected as the perfect time to engage in further massacre of Jews, to remain true to the gory, horrific traditions so powerfully manifested in the Holocaust and its historical descendants, such as October 7, 8, 9, 10 and on and on. No, this is not yet over, not by a long shot. The Angel of Death will be very busy very soon, working overtime. Once again, ever and always, again.
Lord Above, I demand answers. Who am I to demand answers from You? If even possible at all. I am a Jew. That gives me the right to question You, to demand to know why we are always the go to donors of blood, of people, of our children? Why!!! Why!!! Loyal to You through the very difficult millennia, why have so many, so many innocents, been written in the wrong Book for this year? Why???? Have we not paid our dues, prepaid even? To be a Jew in a world often hostile to the point of death is not easy, yet even so, we remain Your People. A bit of a break, well earned, paid for with our blood, would be very timely and oh so welcomed right now.
The USA government says this:
"Terrorist groups, lone-actor terrorists and other violent extremists continue plotting possible attacks in Israel and the West Bank and Gaza,"
And the parents say this:
“This family have big hole in hearts, not going to recover from that.
Can we not try to say and live Shalom, Salaam? First though, we must take care of business. Warned in the Bible that there are those who must be dealt with very strongly, very harsh, it is because if not, they will rise up in every generation, with a new descendant with the same goal of evil. Proactive is the answer, though harder, in every which way.
Innocents in Gaza? No, a certain oxymoron. They are fed hatred for Jews with their food, their games, their books. They attend military summer camps, are fed lies as truths, a perverted history. Their parents give or acquiesce to the coopting of children as soldiers bred to kill Israelis as the prime duty. They cheer evil and partake of the spoils. r. No, there are no innocents or too few to warrant saving, even as Abraham faced a similar situation as he begged to spare Sodom and Gomorrah from their well-deserved fate. Not enough to matter was the reality and just consequence was dispensed.
Life is hard. Harsh violent death is harder - on the dead and the living.
Together, folks, together.
If we remain strong, determined, we can find a way, bear up under the awful reality we are facing and come out the other side as better, grounded people.
There is a young boy of great courage who is fighting cancer, goes cooperatively to the hospital knowing the harsh medicine awaiting. The positive outcome, a future rife with possibilities awaits, along with the prayers of so many.
Together. In tandem. Together.
Let us all remember who the true innocents are.
Let us work together to build a better world.
Together let us eliminate those ugly visons from our eyes and thoughts. No more a reality.
Only and always together.
Together, always together.
United for good.
Together.
Together.
HEAL THE WORLD.
HEAL YITZY!
Yitzchak Elimelech ben Chana Sarah
May he be granted refuah shelaymah bimheyrah beyameinu.
AMEN. AMEN
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