One Foot on the Aliyah Runway

As the world rushes to endorse a Palestinian state, with President Macron reportedly becoming the first G7 leader to voice open support this September at the UN, the pressure on Israel grows, and so does hostility toward Jews worldwide. Antisemitism is no longer a whisper on the fringe, it’s a roar in the mainstream. While the world rallies to build a future on our ancestral land, too many of us are still living as guests in countries that are growing colder by the day.

This is a moment of truth. The writing is on the wall, in government halls, in protests, in social media feeds, and sadly, on synagogue doors. I write this with one foot already on the aliyah runway, preparing to make Israel my home. I’m not running away, I’m running toward something real, rooted, and eternal.

If you’ve ever thought about aliyah, this is your call:
Come home, before they leave you with nowhere else to go.

And I look forward to meeting you — maybe in the morning sun over shakshuka, strong black coffee, and halva outside a café, or in the evening with shawarma and a chilled beer, soaking in the sunset by the sea. Or better yet, both. Now that’s real home, isn’t it?