Here's the thing, the dream I had wasn't entirely about the war in Israel - it was mainly about my life - but Israel is so deep within in me that it becomes the darn analogy for my life. I've been so frustrated about the coverage of the war - it has become impossible to watch news around me - I just scream at the television. The constant bias and the lack of mention of all that Israelis are sacrificing is stupefying. via PD Berger
Karol, wrote a beautiful post a few days ago, and these words specifically stood out -
If Israel ceases to exist then as a people the Jews have failed. We have come this far, where not everybody is trying to kill us at all time. The security of Israel is just the last step. We don't want war, we never did. The words above "Ose shalom..." mean "make peace". We want to. But they kidnap our soldiers and kill our teenagers. They do it on purpose. We can't survive this way. And for Jews, it's always been about survival. If you've never had to think about not only your own survival but also the survival of your entire people, consider yourself lucky. If you have, remember that there are people fighting for all of us--and that they fight because there are others that want to kill all of us. Even us lucky ones dancing to Hebrew songs on a hot New York summer nigh
That's the point, survival, the reason why I and so many other Jews are emotionally involved in every conflict Israel gets into. Because there is a threat of not surviving. A lot of my Jewish Americans friends don't support Israel or are lukewarm about Israel's right to exist - I can only say the reason for this is that they never felt what's it's like to be an outsider - to know you are hated or even just a simply disliked for being Jewish, heck half Israelis I know don't know anti-Semitism if it it bit them on their ass.
I care about Israel and will go on caring no matter how many people tell me I'm "brainwashed." And maybe one day my dreams will stop being nightmares and Israel will be a strong and secure state.
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