Every week
when Shabbat ends, I look at the media, hoping and praying for good news. Maybe
another hostage rescue. Perhaps a total surrender of Hamas. In my imagination
anything is possible.
Last night,
sadly, I was not greeted with good news, rather disastrous news. A dozen
CHILDREN were murdered by a Hezbollah rocket in Majdal Shams, a Druze village
in northern Israel. Hezbollah denies that they fired this rocket, but they do
admit to firing missiles into Israel. Besides, who else would fire an Iranian-made
weapon? Just last month Hezbollah launched an UAV attack on a soccer field in Hurfeish,
another Druze town, and at least eleven were wounded.
The Druzim
are not Jewish, but they are loyal citizens of Israel. Every one of my sons served
in the army with, or even under the orders of, Druzim. As Rabbi Shmuel Eliyahu
stated this morning they are part of the Am Yisroel and we feel their pain.
Not only do
we feel their pain, but we also have a responsibility to protect them. I’m on tenterhooks,
concerned what the next stage in this war will bring. No one has any definitive
answers, and I can only turn to The Almighty and beg for His protection for all
of us.
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