Meeting the Neighbors Before Getting Dressed and Under Duress

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It was Shabbat and I’d expected to relax. I had just moved to a different address that week and I didn’t want to meet my new-to-me local neighbors until I’d rested a bit. Then I made havdala and headed to bed.

BOOM!!!!!!!!! Sirens wailed their rising and falling RED ALERT warning.

Rest time ended as I ran for my life to the local underground bunker aka miklat. Not knowing where it would be located, I followed the crowd heading to a specific staircase with a just-unlocked steel bolt.

On May 4, 2019 aka 29 Nisan 5779, my far-off neighbors in Gaza shot hundreds of rockets into southern Israel. Children and adults suffering PTSD from years of being in Gazan crosshairs fled to bomb shelters to protect their lives. Mass and social media soon filled with photos: A mom shielding her two-year old daughter with her own pregnant body upon the ground of a sunny meadow. People running to grab neighbors and loved ones, guiding them to safety. Blood splayed across the home of a man who exploded with the bomb that fell in his living room. That photo filled monitors and nightmares.

Cries of anguish filled the air with more casualties and the vocalized fears of little children plus terrified, terrorized adults.

With my hair hanging across my back under a baseball hat, I took some time inside and outside the bunker aka underground bomb shelter in my area, to post a message on Facebook. I wrapped my pink terrycloth robe tighter about my nightie and me as I tapped letters:

May 4 at 11:34 PM ·

Yes, I leapt from bed and ran to save my life as soon as the siren sounded. I joined neighbors in an underground shelter as we caught our breath while listening to the rockets being shot down. Not the sort of pajama party that normal people want. Babies and young children were part of the crowd. One kept blowing me kisses or sucked my fingers while in her mother’s arms.

You can’t imagine what it is like to give little ones strength as yours wavers.

 

YNETNEWS.COM

Iron Dome in operation as Gaza rockets fired at Ashdod, Be’er Sheva

1 hurt as Hamas, Islamic Jihad apparently make good on threat to expand range of attacks if IDF does not halt air strikes; 250 rockets fired at Israel during the day; mother and baby said killed in IAF strike;

Yocheved Golani 350 rockets on Shabbat day. Three. Hundred. Fifty.

Yocheved Golani 351. We’re back in the underground shelter.

Yocheved Golani Still sheltering.

Yocheved Golani Local school building has been hit.

Yocheved Golani There’s no point in arranging a truce aka reload time. Gaza should be turned into a lifeless crater. Rockets, incendiary materials, and other murderous weapons fly outta there any old time. The enemy makes excuses but the problem is psychopathology.

https://www.ynetnews.com/articles/0,7340,L-5503459,00.html

YNETNEWS.COM

3 hurt as Israel comes under massive rocket fire from Gaza

 

So, there I was late on a Saturday night, meeting the nice, nearby neighbors in my immediate vicinity. W chatted deep inside the bomb shelter holding all of us. Several of us blushed to be in tight quarters together in PJs, not a few of us in various amounts of (insufficient) street clothes. We were trying to appear calm as we gazed upon little children with our allegedly serene faces. We cleared off some furniture in the ersatz storage site, played cards, checked or charged cellphones, or spoke reassuringly with children as the adults took turns reading stories to them, humming or singing soothing songs.

 

Knowing that the mass media would fail to report on the Gazan onslaught, I updated Facebook friends of the reality. I was angry that the IDF, being a defensive army, always fails to take the initiative to wipe out our enduring enemy. I conveyed my mindset with a meme about Teresa May explaining England’s need to carpet bomb Germany upon being blitzed with bombs.

 

 

One man responded to the photo.

Yohanan Rodriguez If i am correct, i think 40,000 people were killed in the Dresden carpet bombing in 1945.

Yocheved Golani If I’m correct then making a lifeless crater in Gaza would be a beneficial service to the public.

 

At 7: 20 May 5/ 30 Nisan I indicated “Why yes, I do have the worst neighbors in the world. They fired not one but over 400 rockets at me and my country in the past 24 hours or so.

We gave them Gush Katif as we wept from the forced, dangerous gesture.

We followed Road Maps to hell and deeper hells.

We followed Accords, ceasefires, etc., etc., etc.

The United Nations which despise Judaism, and the EU, condemned the Jews within the crosshairs aka gun sights of Muslim enemies.

And all the above led to more Jewish deaths and destruction of Jewish properties.

What do I want for Israel? To be left alone to go about our benign business, innovating medical and technological breakthroughs.

I happen to be working on the creation of two medical devices for reducing the pain of, plus improving the strength in people suffering from hand and/or foot neuropathy.

I assure you that it is difficult to focus on my work as I run for my life, comfort the terrorized people around me, and pray for the immediate cessation of all violence.

That’s the sort of thing that Israelis tend to do. If you have a problem with that and want to condemn or to endanger us, I hope that you will find a productive hobby. Placing us in danger is not good for anyone’s health.”

 

I’d already read

IDF update: 
Overnight 120 rockets were fired
Approximately 430 rockets have been launched.


So, I shared a video to lift spirits:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rhCiVirqWw

 

The English lyrics to the song are:

Listen my brothers, I’m still alive

And both my eyes are still drawn to the light

A lot of thorny grass, but flowers too

And countless years ahead of me I ask and pray

I’m glad the hope is not yet lost

The chant passes on

Like an unending fountain

I ask and pray

I’m glad the hope is not yet lost

Alive, alive, alive, yes, I’m still alive

This is the song that granddad sang to my dad and today I’m still alive, alive, alive, the Israel people are alive

This is the song that granddad sang to my dad and today I Will sing and won’t stop (alive, alive)

Spread my hands (alive, alive)

To all my friends across the sea

Will sing and won’t stop (alive, alive)

Spread my hands (alive, alive)

To all my friends across the sea I ask and pray

I’m glad the hope is not yet lost

Alive, alive, alive, yes, I’m still alive

This is the song that granddad sang to my dad and today I’m still alive, alive, alive, the Israel people are alive

This is the song that granddad sang to my dad and today I Listen my brothers, I’m still alive

And both my eyes are still drawn to the light

So cheers to all my guests

And to my sons who wish to return I ask (I ask)And I pray (pray)

I’m glad the hope is not yet lost Alive, alive, alive, yes, I’m still alive

This is the song that granddad sang to my dad and today I’m still alive, alive, alive, the Israel people are alive

This is the song that granddad sang to my dad and today I

Alive, alive, alive

I’m still alive, alive, alive!

 

ISRAELUNWIRED.COM|BY AVI ABELOW

The Most Powerful Israeli Revenge Against the Nazis On German Soil

Share on FacebookTweet Whatsapp The backstory for the following song is the most powerful revenge against the Nazis by the State of Israel. This was the song performed by Israel at the 1983 Eurovision contest. Everything about it was symbolic, transferring the message that while the Nazis succeeded in…

There was no point in arranging a truce aka reload time. Gaza should be turned into a lifeless crater. Rockets, incendiary materials, and Wye Oslo other murderous weapons fly outta there any old time. The enemy makes excuses (what I call “rational lies”) for its “patriotic” and “spiritual” behavior but the problem is psychopathology.
https://www.ynetnews.com/articles/0,7340,L-5503459,00.html
Some of my FB commentary ended up on my friend Ruti Mizrachi’s blog, https://blogs.timesofisrael.com/sabbath-hell/
That’s my take on the 700 (Seven HUNDRED, per Israeli media reports!) missiles that Gazans fired upon us over the May 4-5 weekend. Not my idea of a productive hobby. I never, ever, want to meet those malevolent neighbors. They don’t belong in anyone’s neighborhood. As for the good-hearted locals who asked me inside the bunker if I was able to endure the LOUD booms of Iron Dome hits and the commotion of the occasion, we’ve since shared laughter upon seeing each other under more pleasant circumstances and in far better clothing.
Before I end this line of thought, I’ll ask you: “How many reports of the Weekend War on Israel’s Jews did you encounter in mainstream media?” and “Which ones were accurate?”
Why do you suppose that is?
I’ll bet you a song that the Gazan-initiated violence re-erupts after the Eurovision Israel program ends. Watch. Just watch. Then connect the dots. The puzzle only has a few pieces. It’s not that hard to put together.
PS – HaShem commanded us to wipe out Amalek to the point that it became a forgotten entity. Shaul spared a life or two. We’re suffering the consequences of his dead wrong decision. That’s a life lesson worth heeding. Pray that the right people act on it.
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One Comment

  1. Esther Revivo

    Kudos! You gave an exact image of what went on throughout the south this week. People limited to ‘X’ seconds to reach a safe area will end up meeting in pajamas or clothing they intended to wear only at home when sirens suddenly sound. May Moshiach come swiftly so that the events described here never reoccur. Shabbat Shalom.

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