24 Hours in Israel

Posted on March 14th, 2011

Saturday night.

Checked the Net. Learned of the attack.





Sunday morning.

Went to work.

Caught a ride home from Jerusalem with a woman I had never met.

I get into her car. On the radio, the funeral.

The one giving the eulogy started crying.

The driver started crying.

I started crying.

Strangers, united in sadness.

We drove the whole way, not speaking in words.

Speaking in tears.

Sunday night: Put the kids to bed and headed out to a wedding.

Under the Chuppa, singing about Jerusalem.

Dancing with friends.

Dancing with strangers.

Not speaking with words, speaking in song.

Round and round we danced, everyone together.

Jumping, singing, smiling.

Yibaney, Yibaney, Yibaney HaMikdash.

Lord, rebuild the holy temple.

Am Yisrael, Am Yisrael, Am Yisrael Chai.

The Jewish people live!

Od Yishamay… Let there be heard in the mountains of Judea and and the streets of Jerusalem, the sounds of joy and  happiness, the voice of the bride and groom….

Yay Yay YayNa Na Na ……

Soon there are no words in the songs, just the sound of simcha as we go faster and faster, round and round holding each other’s arms.

We are old, we are young. We wear black kippot and knitted ones.

We keep dancing together until we are so tired we can hardly stand.

Bride and Groom glowing with happiness.

A crowd, united in joy.

Welcome to Israel.

Anyone who saw the unrestrained joy at the wedding as we danced and sang about Jerusalem would realize that no matter what happens:

We love this land, we love each other, and we’re not going anywhere.

What will tomorrow bring?

I don’t know.

But thank G-d I live in Israel.

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  1. ima2seven says:

    I am sickened by the impetus for your writing, but I love this piece you have written. I am homesick for the love of klal yisroel (for each other) at least as much as the love of eretz yisroel.

    Thank you for sharing this piece with the rest of us.

  2. rutimizrachi says:

    Thank you for writing about the love with which we here in Israel share our sadness and our joy. I was speaking with one of your biggest fans after spinning class this morning 🙂 and shared my feelings. The difference between being here yesterday and being in Chu”l during the Oslo War was that then, I felt like I was mourning alone in front of my computer; and here, yesterday, the whole country was a shiva house. It was sad, but it was authentic; and we went through it together.