Monday, February 28, 2011

The Comments on Rotter News!

Thank you!
And tonight's protest/mincha/walk/tehillim/march/maariv.

I'm stunned.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

From Dina's Diary

And then they told me that someone from my family picked up a tree stump and threw it at the window of one of Shchem's neighbors. Naturally, that set off all the bullies around and there was mad chaos. I had witnessed the chaos and I had witnessed the two main antagonists being dragged by soldiers but I had not realized that it was a case of ShimonNLevi. For me. Gulp.

On a lighter note, I tried explaining to Salamon that I was not out to kill Shchem's family and I had even warned some of their kids that their plastic-bag-over-head game was dangerous. He thus inscribed "And then I told them not to do it because it was dangerous, and I took away the plastic bag from them". Cuts in the officer at our side, "Yalla open a new tik for taking the bag away."

That was awesome.


But funniness aside, I'm all confused. I'm all mixed up inside. On the one hand, I just want to run away and never deal with all this again (including the huge fuss and ShimonNLevi's zealousness), but on the other hand, I want to walk out in pretty dresses all hours of day and night and never let anybody detect even a slight streak of fear or smallness.

I'm gonna be ok. I am already ok. I even went back there (guarded, of course) and pointed it all out. That made me feel better. As did my little trek around town, making sure everyone knows I am still here, I am still me and I am (still) untouchable.

I'm gonna stay.


P.S. "He's most likely to change his clothing anyhow", I told them when they wanted to hear the details of Shchem's attire. "Eh, not quite", said one, "they are stupid." Another one standing on the side offered, "And they don't have much clothes anyhow, believe me."

כאב של ג'ובניקים-כאב של לוחמים


לפעמים חלומות מתגשמים

That's just the current song, but while we're on topic, here are some current dream realities.

* Have to wake up in less than 5 hours to meet Eliana and Tehilla for a morning jog (in Chevron!)
* Met so many great girls last night and tonight that LIVE here (ie I will see em!)
* I have a snapfish album titled "Michal is da bomb" ("Chava is dumb" was originally part of it :D)
* I have free access to computer, bedroom, kitchen, washing machine n dryer, bathroom..and all free!
* And I just got a text from a remote friend asking how Shabbat was.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

"היא לא כל כך נורא"

True, I coughed (not choked, achi!).
But he nearly fainted and couldn't talk for a week.

I'm not so bad after all... :D

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Happiness-All or None.

No man can claim to have reached the ultimate truth
as long as there is another who has not.

No one is redeemed
until we are all redeemed.

Ultimate truth is an unlimited light
-and if it is unlimited,
how could it shine in one person's realm
and not in another's? (Tzvi Freeman)


On that note, please pray for

Tziporah bat Reginah,

rina alteh BAT tatiyanah michal, AVARAHAM son of Annammal, Tzofnat bat Bracha, NAOMI daughter of Dhanamma, rivka bas sheindel, Yosef Chaim ben Rana AND Yael bat Esther,


Saturday, February 19, 2011

My Yummy Friday :)))

It started off when I was able to sleep in but still wake up early enough that I didn't feel shleppy.
Nobody was home, I took my time getting ready, packed satisfactorily.
Mummy says if I need, I should wait, fresh milk is coming. (Meaaaaaaaning, the 9am trip didn't happen! WOOHOO!)
She invites me to Tair's hatzagah. I say I think I will not go.
Milk comes, challah comes, apple juice with no additives comes (heehee tfs) and I get invited again to the hatzagah.
They say we'll be back by 1:30, I do some calculations in my head, decide I can take the 2:15 bus, agree to come, and then she tells me she can drop me off at the kenyan which means I can make an earlier bus even. Woohoo! Off we go!
I am giggling half the way (we discuss the shekel entrance fee, wonder if there are VIP seats available, texted Auntie Nechama that I'm doing Teshuva for missing Thursday's production at the Matnas Romema), and half-smiling contentedly the other half, and then we finally get there. Mad dash across the street, run into the Chabad Gan (OMG!? Tair goes to Chabad?? Kanireh..We exchange semi-meaningful glances of disbelief), run out of the Chabad gan when we realize it's not there, head to Morah Riki and some other Morah and whew! Made it! I'm introduced as "ha'doda shel Tair", I'm grinning, Tair's dad wants to shake on it, I get confused and refuse, and then nearly kill it all by leaning into the guy next to me. Tair is yum, we blow kisses across the room towards each other, the song/play CRACKS me up ("Trofoti"), I can't stop giggling, Tair totally remembers and recognizes me, hugs me, asks me to come back to the next play, some little 4 year old boy asks us for our tickets, I'm giggling again, it's a good feeling to recognize Shimrit, one more hug from Tair, time to leave, get dropped off by the mall, hey takkeh, why don't we go in, hey takkeh why don't we ALL go in?? Yalla! On the way, I ask for water bottle, get told I can't have, it makes me giggle. Get there, transfer bags to the trunk of the car, swap numbers with the Ima, bathroom stop, H&M excitement and photo (since when?? wow, duly shocked/impressed/pleased. yes pleased), get taken to the "cheap but nice" clothes store, answer the girl that i'm looking for happiness but throw it right back at her when she says she wants it too (and only appreciative laughter from my side) head to the game room, "get tissues in case you lose" heehee I lost 2-7, there was no "last time" but I'm happy to think someone thinks there was, lol, pass the stationery store, realize I need a poster (perfect that I got to ask which color), yay it's not so expensive, I got a marker too "we might as well get a marker", want to buy something sweet but don't want to make me walk uh hullo it's fine, oh ya? oh yea. oh. yeah! hehe, let's exchange and get out money "this bank belongs to.. we can pick it up n carry it home, yeah but first we should add a last name with my new marker" agreed, go back upstairs to the sweets place (ha, outside the bathroom), I can't eat it cuz not kosher, discuss how we'll save it for shabbos and serve it then and everyone will be drooling, "it's too much money? but if it's for shabbos, it doesn't come out of ur account" "really? az yalla" BIG grin of pride beaming from my face. nearly knock the old lady down by bumping into her "sorry but i had to, you were gonna hit her" (sorta happy sorta irritated didn't make my announcement already), walking lazily happily comfortably, yalla Ima calls, perfect timing, go to the car, she insists on walking me to the stop, I'm SO grateful, told her "one small step for you, one big leap for me", wave goodbye and maturely wiggle my fingers on my nose, wide laughter from the driver seat :D (thank G-d!!), ask the older gentleman what bus he's waiting for. 167. Tells me the 160 should not be long in coming. Indeed he is correct. Some humorous/only in Israel moments happened, but I forget now. Bus driver and I recognize each other, I get my own seat, I text Chaya A. I'm coming, she's happy, I'm happy, realize I can get a ride, I text the Ima how good it is to feel like part of a family, not just a tourist, she answers me (woohoo!), "It was also fun for me that you came, I really feel like you are part of the family" woohoooo and when I told her that I don't have a base, she told me her house is my base. Wow. Unbelievable. "Of course you feel like that..because I am!" (hakol bglalcha chaver, "hakol bzchutcha chaver, hakol bzchutech chavera"), bus driver announces and then waits patiently for a hundred hours till I get off, Chaya takes me, nearly at her house we stop by the Teimani, friends drive by on the motorbike, ask if I'm from sheirut leumi, continue on home. Enough time to use the computer, tell Batsheva I'm coming, give the whiskey and milk pitcher, daven Mincha on the mirpeset, shower, get ready, personalize and put Chaya's achoti notepad stand on her desk, run down to make it there by 5:30, (totally taken aback by all the extra soldiers around) meet Shira, like her a lot, take Menuch to the playground, (I finally finally warn Batsheva not to freak out if half the table recognizes me, she handles it well heehee) she stops shrieking very soon (THANK GD!) I play Elimination/Chayei Sarah with all the girlies, cutest little kid is Pass, I get out, I get in, everyone is so helpful and explanatory, we follow Menutcha up the steps, nearly go into their apartment when they invite us, bring her back home, still have time to go the Mearah, see Eliezer, Esther and even Benaya, go back to Avraham Avinu, totally on time ha, didn't help nor feel obligated/guilty hehe, sit with Duby's family (today it hit me that I already heard about him, cuz of his name), surprisingly not annoyed by the girls, actually enjoying even, snatch mashke from Danny (etc), share fun moments with Batsheva, food is great, company is great, green napkins no purple ones around, so it's good nachal came this weekend, shocked to see Mr. Malawach with a kapote..and two little girls!..befriend them, flip em upside down in the kitchen (boys line/girls line), bring grape juice n challah n food "to my uncle in Charsina", go out to see Yossi's new chabad house, little Eliyahu comes along, as Yossi n Shneur lead the way, two girlies come with (confuse her with age vs name, bat sheva, har har but be'emet we was laughing hard), they are bursting with pride at their new chabad house, the drawings, the tzedakah box on the wall, the place where they gonna hang a flashlight, I offer to make flowers from napkins after Shabbat and he gets so excited. I burst with pride when he leads us in Pesukim, nearly started tearing, we go downstairs n play "mi mifached me'ha'dov hagadol?" again i'm laughing so hard that i'm doing this, we then play "chayalim", Eliyahu is serious as anything, I'm cracking up, Yossi gathers us and tells us very very seriously "Tonight. We are going to go. To the playground. And then. We will return. To the Chabad House. We are to walk. In a straight line." Off we march. I stay down with the girls who are scared lolll we return to the 'real' chabad house, I'm pleased to see girls are invited to the farbrengen, I translate Itzik's story, Baruch is impressed I'm here without anybody wanting to kill me, Nati lets me keep my stuff on the table. I march back to Tel Romeida, I learn from my new sefer and I drop in to my freshly made bed, happily sighing from every part of me.
Good Shabbos Chevron and Yerushalayim and all of Israel.
What a blessed day!

Friday, February 18, 2011

לילה טוב/Goodnight

400 times back n forth.
Reminds me not to fret; it's all good.
We're all good.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

A Letter From The Rebbe re EGYPT

Los Angeles California
The Rebbe comments on the writer's membership to B'nai B'rith and the significance of the organization's name—"B'rith" implying covenant made uniquely with Abraham, as stated in the Bible, a work also held sacred by Christians and Moslems. The Rebbe describes the importance of the Land of Israel within Jewish history and the distressing attempts by contemporary Jewish leaders to offer land under the illusory promise of peace.
The Rebbe then went on to address the failure of the Camp David Accords and the dishonesty of the Egyptian and PLO governments:
. . . . As you may have heard, when the Camp David negotiations were initiated, I considered it my sacred duty to call attention to the true nature of this disastrous expediency. There was no basis in law, nor in justice, nor in reality, to give in to pressure to sign an accord and treaty, by which one party gives all and the other party takes all; namely, the first giving away tangible and vital resources in terms of territory, fortifications, air fields, oil wells; the dismantling of settlements, etc., all vital to its security, while the other gives in return no more than promises, such as the establishment of communications, exchange of ambassadors, and "normalization" of relations, all of which could be revoked at any moment under one pretext or another. I warned that far from bringing real and lasting peace, this "accord" would only whet our enemies' appetite for more "grabs," encouraged by the weakened security position of their adversary. I also warned that it was folly to put one's trust in the USA's part of this agreement, for it was obvious that the USA was leaning heavily towards the Arab position.
Since the signing of the Camp David Accords and Treaty, the consequences it has spawned have turned out to be even worse than I feared. Now, some 18 months later, everyone can clearly see that Egypt never intended to keep its promises fully. Right from the moment it took over one segment of Sinai after another, it broke its pledge to keep these zones demilitarized, though for the sake of expediency this matter has been hushed up. Even at this moment Egypt is busily engaged in aggressive military preparations (the construction of tunnels under the Suez is but one glaring example). This should come as no surprise, given the record of broken Egyptian pledges in the period following the Yom Kippur War, and ever since 1948. At the same time, it is demanding, and obtaining, from the U.S., an ever-increasing supply of the most sophisticated weaponry, not to mention what is going to such other "moderate" Arab states as Saudi Arabia, Jordan, and even Iraq.
Such is the "even-handed" policy of our U.S. government. Be it also noted that even in regard to its own obligations in connection with the Camp David Accords, particularly the assurance of oil-supplies to compensate for the surrender of the oil wells in Sinai—developed with Jewish ingenuity and resources—it has found a convenient loophole, claiming that the situation is not "critical" as stipulated; which obliges the country to spend millions of dollars in overcharges on the open market, thus putting a critical squeeze on the economy of Eretz Yisrael, which is in dire enough straits as it is.
All the above is surely well known to you and, since you are connected with the news media, you probably know better than I what is going on behind the scenes in Washington and Cairo.
The question is: Now that we have a Camp David agreement signed, sealed and delivered, don't we have to live with it? Would it be legally and morally right to abrogate it unilaterally?
There are two major answers to this question. First of all, an agreement is binding on either party only as long as the other is carrying out its part. As noted above, and as a matter of record, the Egyptians have not acted in good faith and have broken, and are breaking, many of their pledges under the agreement. (To cite one more glaring example, which should have created a much greater public shock than the tiny ripples it started: By their own admission, once the fact was discovered, the Egyptians had been reporting to other Arab nations, as well as the PLO, on the negotiations conducted with the representatives of Eretz Yisrael under the Camp David Accords.) In view of the systematic violations of the agreement by the Egyptians, the other party need not feel either legally or morally obligated to abide by it.
The second answer, which is equally valid, is that the Camp David Accords were based on a presumption that invalidated them in the first place. Clearly, no government official has the right to sign away the very security of the people and country he represents, nor the security of the next generation and subsequent generations, for no person can possibly have such a mandate, actual or implied. Certainly, in the present case, no such mandate was given—on the contrary, there is an explicit and expressed unanimity that the security of the Land of Israel and its three-and-a-half million Jews is not negotiable. Since the Camp David agreement does indeed jeopardize the security of the people and land of Israel, no signature, or even ratification, can be binding.
Incidentally, it has now been publicly admitted by a high-ranking member of the government of Eretz Yisrael and leading representative in the negotiations, that the Camp David agreement was a mistake, and that the terms, at any rate, should have been reversed, namely, that Egypt should have been made to comply with its obligations before surrendering to it the Sinai and all that went with it.
In summary, despite the political differences, dissension and confusion in certain Jewish circles, both in the Land of Israel and here in the USA, there is no Jew in the world who will tolerate the thought of genocide of the Jewish people, "even" in the very Land of Israel, and we have a right to expect all decent non-Jews to share in this determination.
Hence, Jews everywhere must stop bickering and must demand in one voice: No more concessions! No more giveaways! No more pressures!
And here is where my request comes in. I do not know what you and the editor and publisher of the BBM [B'nai Brith Messenger] think personally, as individuals, about the situation outlined above; nor am I adequately familiar with the position which the BBM has advocated in the past. I do believe, however, that a publication that carries the banner of B'nai B'rith (in the true sense of the term, as noted above), and which is now in its 84th year, has the primary obligation to carry the message of the Divine Covenant to its numerous readers, many of whom are leading personalities in various Jewish communities—the message of the Torah, Torat Chaim, and Torat Emet, namely: that Eretz Yisrael is ours by Divine Covenant, as indeed is recognized by all who believe in the sanctity of the Bible; and the "facts of life" and "truth" are that Jews are not "occupiers" or "aggressors" in their homeland, but that what has passed into our hands is only a restitution of what is rightfully ours by Divine will and grace, not by the "false grace" of the United Nations.
And we cannot afford to be magnanimous and give away any part of our tiny land in response to the threat of force, since the retention of every last inch of it is a matter of vital security for the three-and-a-half million Jews—men, women, and children—as well as for our Jewish people as a whole.
To conclude on the timely note of coming from Tisha B'Av and approaching the month of Elul, the month of special Divine grace and mercy—may G-d indeed reveal His mercy to the world, and to our Jewish people, and bring us the true and complete geula through Mashiach Tzidkeinu, which will also bring about the perfection of the world under the sovereignty of the Almighty. Indeed, every one of us can do much to hasten the realization of this Divine promise through an ongoing movement of teshuva—return to the Jewish essence, which is inseparably intertwined with Torah and mitzvoth and living Yiddishkeit in the everyday life, as our great Teacher and Guide of all times ruled (Rambam, Hil. Teshuva, 7:5): "Jews do teshuva and are redeemed immediately."
With blessing,

Sunday, February 13, 2011

L'harofe: The mother of all Choshed B'chsherims

What a fool I was for not double-checking.
But it was SO obvious to me!
I said I needed to go the doctor and I got no response.
What happened to my family in Jerusalem that takes care of me??
:( :(
Ohhhhhhhh!!!!!! They thought I wanted to tayel on some har or another. OYYY!! Chavah!!!
And there I was, bitter and sad all night...
Chavah, chavah...
Mah naaseh itach!?


Monday, February 07, 2011

Our Goodnight in Hevron

I sent regards down from Yishai n Rut, and told her I expect back up from Hadassah :)

Sunday, February 06, 2011

Mice Trained to Rat on Terrorists

An Israeli start-up uses mice to sniff out explosives at security checkpoints. The company, named BioExplorers, is staffed by IDF Special Forces reservist soldiers and biologists. They say that mice have a keener sense of smell than dogs, and can be trained to identify the odor of explosive material as an unpleasant one. (CONTINUE)

Tzofnat & Tziporah

Tzofnat (my friend) the daughter of Bracha & Tziporah (my friend's mum) the daughter of Reginah both need our tefillot and our maasim tovim.
We are now in the month of Adar, it's a good healthy months for us Jews.
Yalla, besurot tovot is the name of the game!

Tip of the Century:

"Truth is not the property of intellectuals, but of those who know how to escape their own selves."

Too, getting there is always sweet n calm. Ok, not always immediately, but eventually, yes.

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Yellow Taxis on My Heart

Yellow taxis on my heart
Driving, turning, going on
Yellow taxis on my heart
I see them from afar

Dirty children on my heart,
Trotting pleased, unaware
Thinking 'home' nothing more
Not of my heart, holed again

Wheels and bikes on my heart
Riding fast, riding slow
Baskets perched, concealed gazes
My heart punched, without a touch

A whole city of my heart
Inches three, belong to me
Truth is all my heart is mine
Fact is yellow taxis drive

Yellow taxis on my heart
Driving, turning, going on
Yellow taxis on my heart
One day they'll all be gone.

Living in Hebron, it pains me deeply to see the "Palestinians" take over my city, living their life on my land, while I am forced to peer from tiny cracks of neighborhoods.
At least, I know it's only temporary.

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

Posted on Facebook by an Israeli:

Dear Egyptian rioters,

Please don't damage the pyramids.

We will not rebuild.

Thank you.