Thursday, April 28, 2011

Such Is My Land (by Exiled Warrior)

Ruti E just posted this piece on her blog. Her son wrote it. To describe my feelings whilst reading it would detract from it. I add not. Suffice it to say I am deeply proud to have this published on my blog.

It’s 11:30 in the morning. I am standing on the sunny streets of Jerusalem in a crowd of Jews. We all have a similar goal; we want to enter or at least pass the Central Bus Station in Jerusalem. But we are blocked. Police have fenced off the area. I have lived here for a while and so instantly I know what’s going on. There has been a call to the police of a “Chafetz Chashud” or literally suspicious item. In most cases it’s a deserted bag that at least in this country, is very possibly a bomb.

So there I am, surrounded by curious tourists, slightly annoyed taxi drivers and nearly another hundred people. We stand waiting, hoping to soon be able to continue our day. We watch the man with the helmet walk courageously towards the bag. He is covered in some type of protective gear that I imagine would do very little in a close proximity explosion. Yet he alone, walks confidently over to the suspicious bag, ready to defuse the deadly weapon if needed. We all wait, wondering. Is it bomb? Will it go off? Is the man with the helmet going to be alive in the next few minutes? I watch as some Israelis, who clearly have wondered enough, try sneaking past the police in order to get on with what they were doing. They are stopped, and still we wait.

Thankfully, it is a false alarm, and just like that, the “hustle and bustle” of daily life continues.

The whole deal lasted about fifteen minutes. People missed their buses. Some came late to appointments. Life stopped temporarily because someone may have put a bag filled with explosives with the intention of spilling Jewish blood.

Such is the Land in which I live.

I live in a Land that we must go through metal-detectors to enter most malls, groceries, theaters, and of course any government buildings. I must pass through a checkpoint on the road going to my little settlement. Threats by my enemies to destroy my Land are heard every day. Many of my people have been slaughtered by enemies who are living in our midst. Bombs have been detonated, rockets have fallen, guns have been fired, and we are forced to live with the painful reality that some of the people who you see one day may be killed the next.

I live in a Land that is condemned by the world media. Even right now, there are many who believe where I am living is the “obstacle of peace” and I should leave. My Land is under constant pressure from the U.N. and the West.

I live in a Land that it is not uncommon to come home to my weeping mother who says pain-stricken: “We lost another Jew today.” As she utters these words I am forced once again to ride the “emotional rollercoaster.”

First, I will feel pain. Pain for the loss of yet another Jew; then there is rage mixed with hatred almost uncontrollable. I’ll try and cry but instead just punch the wall and curse the terrorists. Sometimes it can destroy my day and sometimes you just take it in like a weather report.

I’ll hate myself for not feeling the pain. How can I laugh at a time while the blood of the murdered is still wet? Yet, here I am smiling as if nothing has happened. I’ll wonder if I have become completely callus unable to feel anymore sorrow. I will become sickened by my feelings of apathy.

Then there are the rare times where they get inside of me. I’ll become filled with fear as the lights go out. I will lay in the dark, fists clenched, attentive to every sound. I’ll say the Shema with extra concentration, asking G-d to protect me even though I’m undeserving. I’ll try to convince myself that it won’t be me next, only to realize that the holy victims more than likely thought that too.

Such is the Land in which I live.

I live in a Land where sweet young fathers walk around with a gun at all times because the threat of an attack on their family is all too real. Parents warn their kids about hitch-hiking for the enemy has been known to dress up like a Jew in order to kid-nap one.

Our enemies rejoice when we are murdered. We can hear them when they dance over the deaths of Jews. We can smell the smoke as they burn our flag. I live completely surrounded by a bloodthirsty enemy who will give the lives of their entire family to kill a Jew. There have been nights I have heard a sound and leaped out of bed and grabbed the closest weapon available.

Such is the Land in which I live.

My Land is Eretz Yisrael and I will never leave. I live with a constant threat of death and it only makes me stronger. They will never break me. For 2000 years I was kept from feeling her soil beneath my feet. For 2000 years I couldn’t taste her air. I couldn’t swim in the Kineret, hike her beautiful hills, and see the sun set over her beaches. For 2000 years I wandered. Now, I have returned and my love for this Land is far greater than the enemies’ hatred for me and my people.

I am overjoyed to be living where my forefathers walked. I am excited to protect her borders from our enemies. I am proud to know that I am a living protest to all the anti-Semitism throughout history. I am strengthened by the many others who marched fearlessly into battle sometimes sacrificing their lives to defend this Land.

Most of all however, I am happy to know that when my grandchildren ask me if I was one of the Jews who came to this Land before it was safe, when there were people dying, when others were too afraid to come, I will be able to tell them: Yes. When they ask if I helped build the country and protected her I will be able to say: Yes.

I will tell my grandchildren stories of the courageous Jews who stayed here throughout time and fought for our homeland. I will tell them of Yonatan Netanyahu and of Roi Klein. I will tell of the simple Jews who after burying their murdered brothers and sisters would only strengthen their faith. I will tell them of the children who decided to continue to dwell in this Land even after their parents were slain. I will tell them about all the heroic Jews both in and out of uniform who, in the face danger, screamed “Am Yisrael Chai!”

I will know as they listen that they will also be proud of me…

Such is the Land in which I live.

Message from Chava'le to Hashem:

Thanks for everything.
But not for the bad You do to others.
Uh uh. Not thanking You for that.

With that settled, kindly bring us Moshiach.

Thank you.

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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Ben Yosef Livnat hy"d

Take back Kever Yosef, TODAY!
by David Wilder
The Jewish Community of Hebron

It is our collective responsibility to ensure that Joseph’s tomb return's to Israel
Text messages, received at seven in the morning, aren’t a good way to start the day. Today’s was no different. A terror shooting at Kever Yosef, Joseph’s tomb, in Shechem, left one Jew dead and others injured.

A little while later, arriving at Ma’arat HaMachpela for morning prayers, I asked a friend if he knew who’d been killed. When he answered Ben Yosef Livnat I froze. Benyo, as he was known, had been my neighbor. He had studied at Kollel Ohr Shlomo in Tel Rumeida for a few years. I saw him there every morning, studying “Hassidut,” usually “Likutai Me’oran,’ the teachings for Rebbi Nachman of Breslav, with a ‘chevruta’ a study partner, before the nine o’clock start of the regular day’s program. During his last year in the Torah program, he moved, with his wife and family, to Beit Hadassah. They lived in an apartment under ours for about a year, before moving to a Breslav neighborhood in Jerusalem.

Benyo dead!? Shot and killed!? At Kever Yosef!? Now, a few hours later, I still cannot fathom Benyo – Ben Yosef Livat, no long among the living.

Benyo’s father, Noam, was severely wounded while serving in the IDF. Belonging to the Beitar movement, he was involved in Gush Etzion and later became religious. He helped initiate the Elon Moreh and Kedumim communities in Samaria, and later studied at the Od Yosef Chai yeshiva at Joseph’s tomb in Shechem. Benyo – Ben Yosef, was one of six children in the family and his name reflects the family’s bond with Joseph and Joseph’s tomb, where ironically, he was murdered.

Benyo is not the first Jew to lose his life as a result of total dedication to Joseph’s tomb and the Shomron – Samaria region. This holy site, was, according to the cursed Oslo Accords, supposed to remain under Israeli control, despite the fact that the city Shechem, was abandoned to Arafat and the Arabs. However, numerous violent attacks at the site led to the murder of Israeli Border policeman, Cpl. Madhat Yusuf, there in October, 2000. Yusuf, injured by Arab gunfire, bled to death at the tomb when Israeli forces were forbidden to entire the site and save him.

A week later, Hillel Lieberman, was murdered by Arabs while trying to access the tomb following Israel’s decision to abandon the area to the Arabs. A week and a half later Rabbi Binyamin Herling, also from Elon Moreh, was killed during a hike in an area just outside Shechem. He too bled to death after being wounded, when Israeli forces were forbidden to take actions necessary to end Arab shooting in the area.

Arabs destroyed the tomb, burning it to the ground. However Jews refused to abandon Joseph and leave this holy place Judenrein. For years Jewish worshippers have secretly visited the tomb, during the night and early morning, praying and reciting Psalms. Eventually the IDF began to offer ‘secure visits’ to the site. But the demand to permanently return to Joseph’s tomb continued, with many groups, including many Breslav Hassidim, frequenting the holy site. So it was that Ben Yosef Livnat and some of his friends arrived there early this morning for early morning Passover prayers. Arabs in the area, including armed terrorists in uniform, known as ‘palestinian police’ were used to seeing Jews arrive, pray, and then leave. However, this morning these terrorists opened fire on a few cars of Breslaver’s at the tomb, killing Benyo and wounding a few others, one of whom is in critical condition. Benyo, only twenty five years old, leaves a widow and four orphans, the oldest of whom is not yet five.

There are many conclusions to be reached following this horrid terrorist murder, on the eve of the last day of Passover. Again, and how many times must it be reiterated, Israel cannot and must not initiate so-called ‘security arrangements’ with the PA. Armed Arabs know only one use for their weapons, and that is, as has proven hundreds of times, is to murder Jews. Hundreds and thousands of Jews have been killed and injured by weapons provided to the Arabs by Israel and distributed to ‘palestinian police,’ that is, terrorists in uniform. How many more lives must be snuffed out until Israel’s leadership understands that our neighbors will continue to kill Jews, given the opportunity to do so. Why should we help them to kill our own people!?

But, the first, and most obvious step to be implemented is the return of Kever Yosef, Joseph’s tomb, to full Israeli control. Benyo’s murder will not stop Jews from praying at this site; to the contrary, I expect it will accelerate and increase Jewish presence at the site. But Israel must, must, must, make it clear to our neighbors that there is a price for killing of Jews. Joseph’s tomb is one of the holiest places in Israel, similar to Rachel’s Tomb in Bethlehem and Ma’arat HaMachpela, the tomb of the Patriarchs and Matriarchs in Hebron. Why should such a sacred place remain in the hands of our enemy, who continues to desecrate it and kill Jews there!? It is our collective responsibility to ensure that Joseph’s tomb return's to Israel, and that responsibility obligates Israeli leadership, the Prime Minister, the Defense Minister, and the entire Israeli cabinet (including Benyo’s aunt, Minister Limor Livat), to meet today, and officially decide to return a permanent Israeli security presence to Kever Yosef, thereby allowing full, free, secure access to all Jews who so desire to worship there, day and night, three hundred and sixty five days a year. This is the only way to sanctify the memory of all those killed at this site and prevent further Jewish bloodshed at this most significant location in Israel.

Benyo was a wonderful person, a beautiful Jew and his murder will leave a huge gap in the lives of all who knew him. May his memory be blessed and may G-d comfort his widow, orphans, parents, brothers and sisters and all who knew and loved him.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Chinese Artist Attempts To Blend In ... Literally

Take a look at this photo. Notice anything? Look closer.

Hint: He looks really tired. ;)
EnlargeCourtesy of Liu Bolin/Eli Klein Fine Art Gallery

Hint: He looks really tired. ;)

Do you see him? Beijing-based artist Liu Bolin hides in plain sight. Literally. Wearing military fatigues painted to match the scene behind him, he hopes to get us thinking about how we are shaped by our physical, social and cultural environment.

"An individual today is more likely to be controlled by or even merged into their environment," he writes in an e-mail. With the ongoing series Hiding in the City, he wants to explore contemporary China, and to "draw people's attention to the relationship between the grand scale of cultural development and the role of a single individual."

Many of Liu Bolin's images show him standing against Chinese landmarks and walls painted with words. "Uniform thoughts and the promotion of certain educational ideas are written as slogans across the walls," he writes in an artist's statement. "In China, we get used to those slogans. I choose to camouflage my body into the environment so that people will pay more attention to the background's social property by erasing the meaning of my body as an individual."

The artist has taken photos for his Invisible Man series all around the world, including at La Scala, the renowned opera house in Milan, Italy.
EnlargeCourtesy of Liu Bolin/Eli Klein Fine Art Gallery

The artist has taken photos for his Invisible Man series all around the world, including at La Scala, the renowned opera house in Milan, Italy.

In the U.S., a country that celebrates the individual, it's tempting to think we are above the influence of messages, either explicit or implicit, in our environment. As Liu Bolin disappears against such varied landscapes as Venetian canals, city infrastructure and shelves of soda pop, what emerges is a subtle suggestion that perhaps everything leaves a mark on us somehow.

Liu Bolin prepares for his piece Supermarket No.2.
Courtesy of Eli Klein Fine Art Gallery

Liu Bolin prepares for his pieceSupermarket No.2.

So how does he manage to match the perspective of the scene behind him? Well, he doesn't work alone. He digitally imposes his portrait on an image of the scene so he can see what will have to be painted, and then his assistants do the actual work of painting him as he stands still, for 3 to 4 hours. "We pay attention to every single detail, every line and color," he writes.

You can watch the process in this video:

Source: YouTube

Sunday, April 17, 2011

לשאוף = To aspire


Fogel Murderers Caught!! B"H.

Two Arab Terrorists Confess to Fogel Massacre - without Regret

a Small White Lion

heehee a small white lion
i'm watching the mouth open and close
yea, he plucked a small white lion
a daring act of romance

walking on the path
sun and shade and folk and talk
now sitting off the path
small white lion, stomach drop

into the past, the now, and the unknown.
it's the color of my yellow purse,
ok fine, diet coke.

cuts that make me smile
blows that make me grin
pinches make me feel relaxed
and i'm calmed by the swing of axe

yknow why i'm happy?
i learned that i could feel
undisturbed in a mass
and goodly overwhelmed by only one

so i write, because....

rhymes make it sense,
i fit flower into star
and somehow comfort flows
from the mind into the heart

(oh, that? natural.)

LG. Life's Good.
"If the Arabs would put down their weapons today, there would be no more war. If Israel would put down their weapons today, there would be no more Israel." -- Golda Meir

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Sunday, April 10, 2011

The Daily Nossi (in Hebrew & English)

The portable Sanctuary built by the Children of Israel in the Sinai Desert--known as the Mishkanor the "Tabernacle"--was inaugurated on the first day of the Hebrew month of Nissan of the year 2449 from creation (1312 BCE). Beginning on that day and continuing through the first twelve days of Nissan, each of the tribal leaders--the "Nasi"--of the twelve tribes of Israel brought inaugural offerings as the representative of his tribe.

It is our custom to commemorate the Mishkan's inauguration each year by reading, on each of these twelve days, the verses from the Torah which describe the offerings of that day's Nasi. These verses are traditionally read after the morning prayers, but can be recited anytime throughout the day.

The reading is followed by a brief prayer, in which we say, "May it be Your will, G‑d my G‑d and G‑d of my fathers... that if I, Your servant, am from the tribe of ______ whose section of the Nasi I have read today in Your Torah, may all the holy sparks and holy illuminations that are included within the holiness of this tribe shine upon me, to grant me understanding and intelligence in Your Torah and my awe of You, to do Your will all the days of my life...."

On the thirteenth of Nissan, we read the totals of all the sacrifices, and then read about the kindling of the Tabernacle's Menorah -- the contribution of the priestly tribe of Levi (which was not counted among the 12 tribes). The "May it be Your will..." prayer is not recited on this day.


'Daniel Needs Prayers'

'Daniel Needs Prayers'The family of a 16-year-old critically wounded in an attack on a bus is calling on the public to pray. Daniel Viflic of Beit Shemesh remains in intensive care, and is fighting for his life.

“We ask that the entire Jewish people pray for the recovery of Daniel Aryeh ben Tamar,” relatives said.


Posted Saturday, Apr 9 2011 8:56pm in Chabad News, Moshiach

In memory of Rabbi Levi Yitzchok ben R' Zalman Yuda Deitsch OBM

Faith is not Enough

Chassidim say, “Self-sacrifice will give one the strength to jump off a roof, but all of the self-sacrifice in the world will not give one the strength to jump onto a roof. For that you must take the stairs.”

To achieve true and lasting spiritual growth and change, we must take the stairs. A leap of faith may be enough to begin the process of redemption, but Mashiach is a state of spiritual maturity that requires understanding. For that, we must take the stairs.

The International Moshiach Campaign

A Division of Merkos L'Inyonei Chinuch

Thursday, April 07, 2011



I finally got the peace I was seeking these few long weeks.

While waiting for the two suspects, we spoke.
We spoke about many things.
Things he thought encouraging: the two boys coming are a result of 2 weeks of combing, police, soldiers, checking extra IDs, asking if the ages seem right, striped sweaters....
Then we enter dangerous territory like TIPH-"I'll tell you my opinion a half hour before you go." and "Why are you a cop?" and "Does it bother you that people hate you? The Jews, I'm talking about. Well, not really YOU but you as a police officer." And he says he knows he's doing the right thing so it doesn't bother him. And he's being quite gentlemanly all the while, offering me orange Mentos, bringing me a cup of coke "drink, it's important", and mainly, not at all referencing my extreme tantrums that I maturely shared last time.

Our intense convos are routinely interrupted by ID checks and cop calls. I'm determinded to keep rage out of the picture, preferring not to return to the TIPH topic. With a half-hour wait ahead, he leaves, I stay and then he soon returns, joking "my heart wouldn't allow me to keep you here alone". Most of my nervousness was gone, I was starting to feel wholly confident, and then I saw someone who was "hachi domeh lo" (most similar-looking to him) and my bitter helplessness returned..but he calmed me, telling me we'll find him..

But it was never about finding him.

So I did not feel relieved. I still felt helpless, bitter, sad, angry, frustrated and weary. All to a very minor degree, and all very passive, but all very alive.

We drive up to where the second boy REALLY is going to be waiting, and we continue talking about it. "We are going to catch him, Chava!" I shrug indifferently. It was never about catching him.

And he tries proving his dedication to the cause, reminding me that he waited with me for the guy to appear for more than an hour now, going above the call of duty "anachnu lo sheirut moniyot" ("we're not a taxi service"), yet he drove me home after the first interrogation. And every time, since.

And then, after we've been waiting for an hour already, he calls the other cop. "Listen here, or I arrest him already, or I arrest you!".

(He's the same guy who made the plastic bag funny comment last time.) I laugh in appreciation of the humour.

At the same time, I think he can nearly touch my cynicism.

"Do you remember what I told you last time", I question him. "When I was in the room and I was angry and crying and you asked what you can do, what do I want, do you remember what I told you??"
"Yes, I remember" he nods.
"What did I say?" I push him.
"You said you want to kill Arabs."
I burst out laughing. I think he does too.
"No seriously, do you remember? I told you then, and it's what I've felt ever since. I didn't ask you to find the guy. All I said was, "I want to feel that you guys care to help me.""

And then there was the perfect moment. The moment of long-awaited peace.

I'm sitting in the back seat, he's in the front. He looks at me straight in the eye (via the mirror hehe) and quietly says: "Whether you believe it or not, whether you feel it or not, know that ever since it happened, I have been bothered that you were hurt and I have been determined to find this boy who did such a thing to you.".

Powerful tranquility courses through my veins.

The car holds the echo of the sweetest-sounding words.

He continues to speak and I shush him, "Don't ruin it. What you said was perfect, what I was waiting for and what I needed to hear. I finally feel better. Don't ruin it."

He sputters, opens n closes his mouth, pretending to have a hard time holding himself back from talking more. I laugh.

We wait a bit more and then he decides zehu, he's going to bust the guy in his house. "The fact that he kept me waiting and didn't show up is more serious than what he did to you--"

I verbally pounce him. We both laugh.

He drives me home. Before leaving the car, I harass him to make sure he will takkeh go in, take pics, send em to me and be in touch. He assures me he will.

"Oh really? You have a camera here in the car with you??"

He is not pleased, maybe even hurt by my distrust.

I start apologizing and thanking him, I don't remember exactly what I said when he interrupts, with a slight twinkle in his eye-

"Listen, before, you told me not to talk so I shouldn't ruin the moment? The same thing here now. Don't say anything else!" I burst out laughing and close the door, still smilling widely.

But when I get upstairs, about to enter the building, I still feel guilty by my parting and I call him immediately. "Yes..?" "Listen, I want to ask for forgiveness."

"That..?" "At the end, what I said to you that-" "Chava! Shh! No talking!"

"And Arnon entered and there was mirth and anger; And Arnon reentered and there was mirth and tranquility. And the mirth and tranquility never dissipated."

Meeting Police Arnon @ 4:15

I'm pleased but anxious. Excited but scared. Wish it could be earlier so I can get it over with and also so I can be relaxed about catching the bus on time afterward.

Actually, no. This is the time it is cuz that's when Hashem knows it's best for me. And like my bearded taxi driver reminded me the other day, we have to think good and it will be good. Nice, the wellsprings of Chassidut being splashed right back into my face :D

Yayyyyy, Hashem is openly taking care of me!

I'm so looking forward now to this capture and closure of terrorism :)

Baruch Hashem!

Shalhevet - 10 years later: An interview with Yitzhak Pass

Wow just today I was taking three girls around Chevron and passing by the mosaic monument, I explained it, adding "I think it happened about ten years ago".


Shalhevet and Oriya - Purim- 2 weeks before the murder

David Wilder April 05, 2011

The second day of Nisan marks the tenth anniversary of the murder of ten-month old Shalhevet Pass, shot and killed by an Arab sniper from the Abu Sneneh hills in Hebron. That horrible event remains embedded in my memory, as if it were yesterday. I'll never forget my nine year old daughter, running, screaming, into my office, crying, "the baby was hit in the head and Yitzhak in the legs!"

The following in an interview with Yitzhak Pass, videoed in Hebrew, yesterday.

Q. Yitzhak Pass, yesterday you marked a decade to that terrible day – I remember it like it was yesterday – what about you?
Me too, I remember what happened in detail, even though, after the murder, I had a black hole in my memory, what happened. Afterwards, we started to join our memories, and I remember.
Q. What do you remember?
We walked with Shalhevet in her stroller in the direction of the Avraham Avinu neighborhood, her grandparents, my wife’s parents, and when we reached the entrance to the neighborhood, then, I remember the blast I felt in my legs, at the first moment I didn’t understand what had happened, and when I turned around and saw that my legs were hit, I realized that I’d been shot. I lay down on the ground behind the soldier’s station, my wife took Shalhevet from the stroller in the direction of a wall that could block them from the shooting, and when she held her head, she discovered that Shalhevet had been shot in the head. The soldiers started arriving, there was shooting, until I was evacuated. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Q. You live about 50 meters from the location of the murder. How do you deal with it, on a daily basis?
Unfortunately, bereavement, both mine and in a more general national sense, is an integral part of our lives. It’s impossible to ignore it and we have to deal with it. I chose to deal with it by living where it happened, to show that it won’t break us, to the contrary, it heightens our determination and increases our strength. There’s no doubt that every time I walk past the monument put up in Shalhevet’s memory, I feel a little pinch at my heart, it’s constant, it’s opposite my eyes all the time, it’s impossible to ignore it, but we learned to live with it, and somehow to receive strength from it.
Q. This wasn’t the first time your families, from both sides, were affected by terror. This was the most horrific, as per the results, but it wasn’t the first time. What other terror events were your families affected by?
Unfortunately, we have a not so simple history in our family, on my side and on my wife’s side. She’s lived here many years; her parents arrived here many years ago. Her father, Avraham Zerbiv, a scribe, some 17 or eighteen years ago, was walking to early morning prayers at Ma’arat HaMachpela when, on the way, he was attacked by three terrorists with axes. He was very critically wounded, he succeeded in killing one of them and the other two were apprehended. His life was saved due to the care he received from Dr. Baruch Goldstein, who performed emergency surgery on him at the site of the attack and saved his life.
My wife’s twin sister was stabbed here in Hebron and fortunately, not seriously hurt. And my younger brother, who today also lives in Hebron, was shot two weeks before Shalhevet’s terrible murder, on the Shabbat of Purim, he was shot by a sniper from the Abu Sneneh hills, and fortunately for all of us, was slightly injured in his foot.
Indeed, we have experienced first-hand, terror and Arab hatred of Jews who live in Hebron.
Q. How did you choose to eternalize Shalhevet?
First of all, from our standpoint, and from that of the entire community, it was a murder that stood out due to its result. This was an infant, ten months old, that shocked the entire world. We received thousands of reactions, letters, not only from Jews and people living in Israel, who shared our grief. We understood that Shalhevet wasn’t our private possession, rather, essentially, someone who belonged to all Am Yisrael – the Jewish people. One of our first decisions was to write a Torah in her memory. This way, anyone who felt a part of this could be a partner, and many Jews helped us from all over the world, and thank G-d, that Torah, which her grandfather, my wife’s father wrote, is here in Hebron.
Afterwards, in consultation with others in the community, we decided to open a Torah study hall, to eternalize her name, called Shahevet Techiyat HaAretz (Shalhevet, the living land), It was important to us to show that her murder just intensified our determination to be a part of our land, and that we are willing even to die for its sake, and to raise up and awaken, to instill love for Eretz Yisrael, the importance of our connection to the land, to settle it, to live anywhere and everywhere in our land.
Q. Shalhevet was your first born and at that time, only child. Since then your wife has given birth several times.
When Shalhevet was killed she was towards the end of her pregnancy. A few months later she gave birth to another daughter, Renana Nechama, and since then, thank G-d, we have two sons and three daughters, the last one was born two weeks ago and thank G-d, we see comfort in the children. This is one of the things that gives strength. We know that we still have reasons to continue and for what to aspire.
Q. Renana Nechama, the initial letters spell the word Ner (candle) (Shalhevet means flame). Was this intentional?
No, this is the first time that’s come to my attention. The meaning of Nechama (comfort) is clear, and Renana (song-chanting prayer), shows that despite the difficulties, was have to be happy all the time and believe in what we are doing. Despite the fact that sometimes the results are difficult, we, all of us in this state, indeed, there isn’t a person who doesn’t have a connection to death and bereavement, but it’s important to stress the happiness factor, that we are in Eretz Yisrael and not in Galut (diaspora).
Q. The other children know about their older sister?
The older ones, of course, the younger ones know that there was something, but they are too small to understand the details.
Q. What do you teach them, what do you tell them?
We tell them what happened, without hiding anything. I think that it’s important that children, as soon as they are able to comprehend, should understand the reality and know that Hebron isn’t like every other place in the world, that there are the complexities here. The children understand it, they live here and they know we’re not in Tel Aviv, that here there are soldiers and Arabs, that sometimes we get hit by rocks. Sometimes they feel the realities and complexities, but the bereavement is part of our life. I don’t think it should be blurred. It’s important that the children should know that, first of all, there is a price for our faith, for what we think and what we do, and that we gave our most valuable possession for the sake of Eretz Yisrael, for the sake of settling the land.
Q. When I stop by the monument with tourists, I stress, above everything else, that the family, despite the terrible tragedy, is still here. How do you stay here? Why?
First of all, we are stubborn. The Jewish people are stubborn, a stiff-necked people. We are enrooted in this land. Both in our personal family, and in a more general way, this is everything. There is nothing, not murder, not Arabs, which can uproot us from here, because we are a stiff-necked people. Despite what the Jewish people have experienced, we have been able to hold our heads high. We have to understand how they lived in Galut where anyone could do whatever he wanted to Jews, and here, and here, in Eretz Yisrael, we hold our heads high, standing straight and tall, no one will ever get us out of here.
Q. In conclusion, you’ve been in Hebron many years, you’ve absorbed many blows and had also, many joyous events. Why Hebron? For you, what’s so special about Hebron?
Hebron is the beginning of the Kingdom of Israel. The Kingdom of David, which is, for us - our first son, born to us, we called David Tzuri, because King David embodied standing tall, Jewish power, I don’t think there were many people in Jewish history who had such a personality that embodied the intensity of David, and essentially, the factors of Beit HaMikdash (the Temple) and redemption, Mashiach ben David, who will, with G-d’s help, come soon, all this was personified in King David, who absorbed his roots from the Judea region and from Hebron, specifically.
For us, Hebron is to return 3,000 years, linking to the image of King David, bonding to his personality, and to continue with what he began, to be here Jews in Eretz Yisrael, walking tall, fighting when necessary, and when necessary, to be gentle, as it’s written in the Talmud that David was “Adino HaEtzni,” during war he was as hard as a Cedar, and when he learned Torah, he was gentle like a silk worm. We want to return to our glorious past, when the Jewish people ruled Eretz Yisrael without any question marks or complexes, without the complicated realities that we witness today, all the confusion, all the convoluted ideas that we all unfortunately hear. We want to live as simply as possible, in the most natural way possible, the way a people should. In our opinion, such was expressed by King David.

Yitzhak Pass, thank you very much

The Rebbe's Advice #599 - MOSHE AND ARON HAD BEARDS

osted Tuesday, Apr 5 2011 10:01pm in Chabad News, Rebbe's Advice

In memory of Rabbi Gavriel & Rebbetzin Rivkah Holtzberg HYD - Shluchim to Mumbai, India

I once asked someone who desired to shave his beard, why is it that in all pictures of Moshe and Aron drawn by artists, they always have beards. Regardless of the artist being a Jew or a non-Jew, one thing they always draw is a beard.

This fellow was an honest person, and he responded that it was indeed a good point. In fact, whenever he draws for himself a picture of a G-d fearing Jew, he draws him with a long beard, without it being trimmed at all.

Igros Kodesh volume 22, p. 492

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

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Breakfast with Bar

Breakfast with Bar.
That was just what I needed.
Twas the perfect antidote to the missing "ak".

After freaking out last night "What does Hashem want from me??" (with an additional three thousand question and exclamation marks), I am reminded (what I knew last night, too): Hashem wants me to trust in Him and to go with the flow. Just go go go. Not stop think freak. Just to go, to flow, to glow.

Today He sent me Breakfast with Bar. And we chatted all three of us (ima joined us). And we chilled and chuckled. It was therapeutic. It was wonderful.

Breakfast with Bar was wonderful.


Friday, April 01, 2011


That's the word I'm looking for.
Ironically, he's the one who gave it to me.
It's disappointing and frustrating that they think it's about me being overwhelmed with the work and wanting to pass on the responsibilities.
I am thrilled to be involved!! Involved? Heck, I instigated this all! With the help and guidance of Hashem, not denying. I gave birth to a beautiful idea and I want to freakin raise it. I LIKE this. I am OVERJOYED to be the messenger from G-d for such a holy, awesome, miraculuos deed. What makes you think I would want it snatched out of my hands kacha??

I cried about this.
Now I'm feeling a bit apathetic. Cold. Oh, isn't that horrid you can't reach me by phone now? A little empathy won't hurt, I replied...