Ceasefire. The war that started last night around 10 pm is now finished. Apparently. A 14-hour war. It started with the launching of rockets by the Islamic Jihad. It ended with the announcement of the Islamic Jihad that as a result of Egyptian intervention, they are willing to cease fire “on the condition that the Zionists stop their attacks”. (Note: no mention of ceasage of balloon and kite arson. No suggestion that they will stop the violent demos on the border, during the days and during the nights. That’s not them…. that’s the Hamas. And the Hamas come out of this smelling like roses. (There was a war but it wasn’t their fault.)
And us?
Again my routines are dictated not by the government of Israel for whom I democratically voted, rather: by the terrorist leaders in Gaza.
Don’t get me wrong. I do not want a war. But as a citizen of the democracy of Israel, I do not want to be ruled by the terrorists who declare my death and destruction, as their objective. I want my government to have a plan. A strategy. And to work on implementing it. And it would be nice if they let us – the citizens – in on what the strategy is. In general. I don’t need to know state secrets. I just need to know that there IS a general plan for where we are taking this. To know that my government is doing what they were voted in to do, and are paid to do: to lead.
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The writer (aka "Zioness on the Border" on social media) is a mother and a grandmother who since 1975 has been living and raising her family on Kibbutz Nirim along the usually paradisiacal, sometimes hellishly volatile border with the Gaza Strip. She founded and moderates a 14K-strong Facebook group named "Life on the Border with Gaza".
The writer blogs about the dreams and dramas that are part of border kibbutznik life. Until recently, she could often be found photographing her beloved region, which is exactly what she had planned to do at sunrise, October 7th. Fortunately, she did not go out that morning. As a result, she survived the murderous terror infiltrations of that tragic day, hunkering down in her safe room with her 33-year-old son for 11 terrifying hours. So many of her friends and neighbors, though, were not so lucky. More than she can even count.
Adele was an educator for 38 years in her regional school, and has been one of the go-to voices of the Western Negev when escalations on the southern border have journalists looking for people on the ground. On October 7, her 95% Heaven transformed into 100% Hell. Since then she has given a multitude of interviews, going abroad on seven missions in support of Israel and as an advocate for her people. In addition to fighting the current wave of lies and blood libels about the Jewish state, she is raising money to help restore their Paradise so that members of her kibbutz can return to their homes on the border, where they can begin to heal.
If you wish to learn more about how you can help her and her community return home, please feel free to drop her a line.