Erev Shabbat, Friday night in the Land of Israel, three young children, aged 11, 4, and 3 months, along with their parents, had their throats slashed by Arab home invaders. They were murdered because they are Jews exercising their right to live on their own land.I cannot tell you how I have cried over this. I am a mother, and these were my children. But perhaps what hurts so much is that there exists in this world, hopefully only temporarily, a person who would get close enough to a baby to slit her throat. That person knew he was killing an infant, he knew he was killing a 4-year old and an 11-year old. These weren't IDF soldiers armed and therefore capable of defending themselves. There's a person breathing oxygen right now who knowingly murdered children, causing his coreligionists to dance in the streets and hand out sweets.
I'm having a hard time thinking that I share a planet with someone like that. It's how my parents must have felt in 1939, when the other Nazis entered Poland and threatened their extended families. G-d help us, because this world is out of control - when a settlement built causes more outrage than the murder of children in their sleep.
Someone sent me this today and watching it made me feel better. I hope you will too.
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