ARUR HAMAN

  Look upon the millennia of Jewish history and there is a pattern easily discernible. For a reason sometimes undisclosed, generally because the people of Israel sought after the wrong gods, worshipping idols or incorrect ideas and goals, and the punishment, a bad time. Then a rebirth, a regrowth, a time of relatively more peace, prosperity and security, though always and forever, the proverbial go bag needed to be stowed within easy reach. Over and over again, be it Chanukah or Purim or the destruction of the two Temples, the existence of which are denied by the Arabs even as they built their Mosque of Omar on top of its ruins. Tossed away relics discovered in illegal projects, which came from those very Temples. But then again, truth apparently has no role nor place within the twisted versions the Palestinians and indeed, too many Arabs in general, present to the world.

Instead of peace, shared prosperity, they avow, pledge loyalty to a series of lies calculated to harm Jews, in particular Israeli Jews. They subscribe to a set of beliefs which ennobles violence, praises vicious hate, awards murder and inhumanity with ululations of joy. They claim pride and joy when a child destroys others in suicidal attacks upon civilians, the more the loss, the better in their eyes. This is the twisted demented group of fanatics with whom Israel is supposed to, urged to negotiate with. One side a nation which values life, going above and beyond to save their citizens even as the security of the nation is harmed by these actions of rescue and repatriation. On the other side, animals in thin human disguise who relish and rejoice in death, in quantities of blood shed, targeting the harmless and helpless as preferred targets of their homicidal intent. Who think nothing of burning people alive, slaughtering babies, terrorizing children, and tormenting the elderly. Not to forget the beatings administered to their hostages, just for the heck of it. How indeed does one combat this, present the actual truth to a world which would rather rejoice in the destruction of Jews. Forever. Soon. Now.

Arur, curses be upon them. We call upon G-d to remember His promise, that those who work with us will be blessed and those who wish us only harm, strive mightily to do their best to make it so, will be cursed, powerful curses of great depth and destruction. Apparently, G-d wishes to reassure His people that He always has our backs. At times, too many times, one has to wonder about His vision, as the torments of His people are immense, hopes of life and security destroyed yet again, as their blood overflows the land, shed in violence and hate, unbelievable in its crazed insanity and inhumanity. 

We were to be blessed, sheltered beneath His umbrella. Where is that umbrella now as we stand almost naked and unprotected under the harsh rain, the world ringing us with shouts of hate and violence and threat even as they acclaim the killers of Your people. Even the least of them all, the babies. Where is the guardian of Kfir and Ariel? Where is the guard of our children, our elderly parents and grandparents? Why, we cry to the Heavens are we the ones cursed rather than those who curse us. 

I cannot answer those questions as I seek answers for myself. At present all I can do is question and cry, live in anguish and constant worry and fear. Baruch, Blessed, we are told, taught in school, in the Torah, in the words of our prophets. We are also warned of the results of straying from the proper path, idolizing false gods. Truly though, do we deserve all that has been done, all that we suffer though the millennia? Are we the only ones needing so severe a chiding? I think not, Lord and I challenge You to change Your ways, to think compassionately, to be more of the parent than the harsh unmerciful judge. Have patience with us, ameliorating punishment with love of that parent to that child. Surely consequences need not be so harsh, so debilitating, so powerful and existential. 

A brave woman recently wrote "there are no walls high enough, no weapons powerful enough, no excuse righteous enough" to justify the war we are within. I take off my hat to her in her bravery as she lives through the worst a parent can endure, the loss of a child. However, we also must look to the truth. The people who attacked us, who slaughtered our people, who chopped babies, who have 'lost' read killed, over 40 kidnapped victims, including Kfir, Ariel, mother, murdered prisoners of war, engaged in rape as weapon of war, what are we supposed to do? We must defend ourselves, commanded to do so and until the enemy turns to reality, to desire a just peace, well, our hands are tied until the enemy returns to sanity and reality.   

This enemy, its enablers have the gall of the Devil as they use the picture of a five year old Jewish victim of Palestinian terror as a symbol of a Palestinian child killed by Israel. Indeed, beyond belief, yet there it is. They capture truth and turn it on its head, capture easily led souls with lies, urge them, goad them, to go forward with acts and words of hate. When we defend ourselves, when we demand action against egregious vitriolic words inciting violence, when we are against acts of violence, we are met with a profound deafness and silence or minimized and conflated with myriad other hates.  

Well, we Jews have always survived. That umbrella can be late, tragically way too late, but eventually it does open. We are strong. We are successful. We are a contributing, hopeful people. We will maintain our beliefs even as they are challenged. We are proud and defiant, always arising, permanent phoenixes arising literally from the ashes. In fact, I believe that much Jew hatred is resentment of our resilience and refreshed success, our belief in hard work and its benefits, and that we remember to give back to the people at large that which we have been granted, allowed to achieve.   

 As the partisans sang in defiance, "We are here," we are told to never forget that. Never. Not then and not now. Be it the Jews of the Diaspora or the Jews living in OUR- ancient homeland, we are here and so we will always be. Always under the umbrella of the One Above, albeit it out for repair at inconvenient times. WE ARE HERE.

We must look within ourselves and find resources we never knew we possessed. We must be strong and optimistic, even as reality tells us otherwise. We have been here before too many times and have overcome challenges many, many times, and will continue to do so.

Now, join us as we pray and fight for the safety of all Jews in the world, be they in captivity or spread throughout the world. We can overcome challenges, defeat all the reincarnated Hamans, our enemies who desire our extinction.  

 Join us in the battle for Yitzy. We need a miracle. We need to pour our voices into the ears of G-d, now plugged with sound blockers. He must remove them, put on glasses and see this child so needful of His attention and power. His mercy, for Yitzy and the tormented grieving family, helpless even as the efforts are earthshaking, hopefully Heaven shaking.  

We need a miracle. We pray for a double miracle. The safety of our people, in a world at peace and the lifesaving miracle we need for Yitzy.

Pray for no more Hamans.

Pray for peace.

Pray with us, for Yitzy. We love him so.

Answer the pleas of so many, now multiplied by so many, so much. Heal our Yitzy, our so sweet treasure. We need him more than You. 

 HEAL, CURE YITZY

YITZCHOK ELIMELECH BEN CHANA SARAH

DEAR G-D, I PLEAD WITH YOU.

HEAR US.