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Reading this makes me tremble. I remember my mother and I speaking in the kitchen of her apartment, and I saw news reports coming in. I thought, "Oh no, not again..." Worrying about my family there. But then I saw the pictures... I didn't even want to show my mother. How can I? But she insisted. And then she started asking about my sons. Are they safe? Where are they? They're teenagers, so who knows what they're getting up to at times. Everyone was okay, thankfully. But then the day unfolded... worse and worse... more and more horror. This wasn't just a small, isolated attack. This was something beyond recognition. I couldn't sleep that night, thinking of these pictures of people of all ages... the first ones I saw were of elderly people slumped over, victims. No, I thought, this isn't happening. The people trying to escape in their cars, the Nova festival kids running for their lives. And then people online mocking us. My G-d. What has the world come to? Where are you Hashem? But I knew in my heart... yes, Israel will survive this, even if it seems darker than hell itself.
I remember when I first came to Israel as a young man, staying in a hostel in Jerusalem's Old City. Oh my, I thought, I have a whole big room to myself. I haven't showered in a few days. Take a shower, lay down, rest. No smartphone then. Just me, thinking, I have all of Jerusalem to explore, Shabbatons to attend, people to meet, study sessions galore. I fell asleep... for all of five minutes.
Then, suddenly, a group of IDF soldiers exploded into my room, laughing and talking in Hebrew. My own Hebrew was broken... but I could still talk to them - in English and broken Hebrew. We stayed up half the night talking and sharing stories. I'll never forget it. And I saw, in that moment, what Israel's youthful fighting force had to offer. I remembered that night on October 7th in the darkest hours. We will prevail, B'ezrat Hashem. We will prevail.
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