Agathe Lukassek

Andrzej Poczobut wolny! Witaj w polskim domu, Przyjacielu❤️🇵🇱

Eulogy by Dana Silberman Sitton - Shiri's Sister and Aunt to Kfir and Ariel: “Baz, Lulu, and Purpur. For a whole year I've been preparing myself for this moment, But nothing could truly prepare me adequately for saying goodbye to you. Baz has been Shiri's nickname since we were children. I've already shared how much we looked forward to becoming aunts. Shiri and I decided that when we had children, they couldn't call us by our first names—only "Aunt"! And so it was. Lia, Alon, and Erez were blessed with an aunt like no other, caring, loving, and protective. Shiri and I grew up in a home filled with love, compassion, and understanding. Dad and Mom raised us to be strong women, to love others and respect differences. When we were children, I was the annoying sister; Shiri was always the innocent and sweet one. Shiri wanted to clean the table—I would lie on it. Shiri wanted to watch television—I would suddenly feel compelled to dance in front of it. I admit I tormented her a bit and always waited for her reaction. "Why don't you get back at me?" I would ask. And Shiri would say, "Wait until I'm older, then I'll get you back." A few years ago, I reminded her that I was still waiting... When our children came along, I told her about their antics and she said, "See? Now they're getting you back for everything you did to me." When Shiri and I would pick up the children from kindergarten, we would go straight to Mom and Dad's house. We'd open the door, and they would immediately rush to hug and kiss their grandchildren and whisk them away. Shiri and I would look at each other and say, "Well, it seems we're unnecessary here." That's how deeply they loved their grandchildren—with such special love. Now Baz, you're here beside them, with them, so I'm not worried. My Lulu, A little redhead with a mischievous laugh, Playful yet gentle, Small but wise. I was privileged to be your aunt for only 4 years, But they were 4 years of being a proud aunt! I'll miss you so deeply, I'll miss our shared dinners with Lia, Alon, and Erez at Grandpa and Grandma's house, eating pizza from Grandpa's special recipe. I'll miss your walk, like a little man, Your laughter, your kind eyes, and your sweet hugs. Purpur, Sadly, I only had 9 months to cherish you. It wasn't difficult to fall in love with you immediately, Smiling and pure, And a redhead too—you didn't disappoint. You were both my beloved, special, and one-of-a-kind nephews! You'll be in our hearts for eternity and forever present in our lives. I want to ask your forgiveness on behalf of our leadership and military who weren't there for you that day, And who took so long to bring you back to your homeland. Please watch over us from above—five angels who are uniquely mine. Baz, hug Dad and Mom tightly for me and watch over them for me. Please send energies here to drive all evil from the world and leave only goodness. I promise you, as I promised Mom and Dad, that the monsters beyond the fence will not succeed in their mission. They will not defeat us, they will not break us. On the contrary, their mission failed because we united, because we grew stronger, because we became invincible. They lost. I hope you're up there embraced by Mom and Dad, playing and running through green fields of happiness and love. I promise you, Baz, and you, Lulu and Purpur, that no one will forget you. Lia, Alon, and Erez will grow up to be proud of you. You will be forever bound in our hearts and souls. I'm certain we'll meet again...”

Cannot stop watching this video of Ariel Bibas meeting his new baby brother Kfir for the first time. 😞💔💔 This one really destroys me. It hits different when you hear them actually speaking versus seeing pictures. Hamas needs to be wiped off this planet IMMEDIATLY.

I’m not Jewish, but there’s a reason that I’ve risked everything to speak up for the Jewish community. And when I say everything, I mean everything. I mean being blocked by friends that I grew up with, unfollowed by most friends and associates, accused of being a spy for the Mossad, IRGC, CIA etc, having my family accused of the same and having their lives put at risk to the extent of having to contact the FBI, being subjected to unthinkable smears, conspiracies, and rumors that are intended to blacklist me from everywhere and by everyone, but I still speak up despite it all, you know why? Because the same time that Jews had to watch their children being shot and kidnapped on October 7 Is the same time they had to watch half the world protest against the existence of their tiny Jewish state that is their only refuge from global genocide Is the same time they had to watch their friends, associates, celebrities, and the world’s body politic post paragliders in celebration of their massacre Is the same time they had to watch their synagogues go up in flames amid renewed pogroms in Europe Is the same time they had to be banned and blacklisted as persona non gratas of the world by trading the word “Jews” for “Zionists” Is the same time they had to be pushed back by human chains on college campuses and beaten unconscious for defying chants for their death Is the same time they had to watch a mentally ill rapper tell millions of his followers that he loves Hitler and supports the Holocaust Is the same time they had to watch the likes of Dan Bilzerian, Candace Owens, Jake Shields, and the rest of the “woke right” claim “Jewish supremacy” is the world’s biggest problem by citing obscure texts of the Talmud & claiming to “seek truth” while regurgitating antisemitic Soviet disinformation to justify their persecution Is the same time they had to watch the woke left claim that the victims of Islamist extremism deserved the October 7 horrors because their grandparents who fled Nazi Germany back to Palestine in refugee boats were actually “white colonizers” All while the world looks on and glibly asks, “what antisemitism?” That’s why I speak up. The most important thing I’ve realized is that nobody can take from you what doesn’t belong to them. They can silence, intimidate, threaten, and accuse you, but they can never take away the power of your voice when it bellows into the scorched earth the last hopeful, fragmented glimmers of truth. That belongs to you and nobody else, and in our lifetime, it may never be more important than now.