The Scream – and Adar Aleph

It is Adar Aleph – soon it will be Purim. A holiday of joy.
A holiday that commemorates the strength of an amazing woman, Esther, as she stood up to the Persian King Ahasuerus and helped save the Jews.

International Women’s Day was not a celebratory day either.
We were supposed to be celebrating our strength – but instead we were all intertwined with the pain of the hostages and their never-ending abuse.

Any glimmers I may have, are short lived.
The length of a zoom with my grandkids.
The time it takes to eat an ice cream.

Looking up at the lovely blue sky mixed with clouds – for a moment I thought how lucky I am.
For a moment, there is a glimmer, as I acknowledge the beauty of that sky.
And then – I am lucky. They are not.
They are in darkness – dank and stinky.
They have no sky, no joy.

There can be no true joy until they are all home.
There can be no true joy until they are all home.

The Scream –

I have no voice left. The words are not helping.
I scream a silent scream.

It is Adar Aleph – soon it will be Purim. A holiday of joy.
Esther stood up to the Persian King Ahasuerus.
Where is our Esther?
Why can’t I scream?
I have so much anger and pain.
And here I am writing, yet again writing… when I should be screaming.
Because the words aren’t helping, and neither are the protests.
The King still rules.
The hostages are still suffering.
We are still marching, holding and putting up signs and posters everywhere…
The families of the hostages are losing themselves more and more each day,
As are the people of our land… what is happening to us?
We stand together, but we are alone.

Then there is the rest of the world.
We like to assume that they just don’t understand.
They live there, we live here.
But what if we are not reading this correctly. What if they actually know the story behind what they are wearing? What if they actually support our murderers? That is, after all, what we should be thinking, isn’t it? Isn’t it more desirable to believe what people show you? Shouldn’t we take what people tell us about themselves, be it verbally, or with a pin… shouldn’t we believe them.
Think about that for a minute.

#BringThemHome