Beth Cohen
Unabashed lesbian equalist and ardent Zionist

The Scream – and Adar Aleph

The Scream by DANA BARLEV (used with permission)

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.


About the Author
Beth Cohen, born July 19th 1962 in Brooklyn, NY. Attended Syracuse University and made Aliyah upon graduation in Sept 1983. She became a member of Kibbutz Ketura, married and started the journey as a mother to two boys, now 33 and 36 years. Grandmother to a 6 year old and 2 and a half year old. Both are pure light, even when they are not. In 1997, Beth moved her family to Binyamina, where she lived until moving to Zichron with her wife. Throughout the years, Beth has had many jobs, including speech therapist, shiatsu therapist, kibbutz gardner and irrigation manager, medical sales rep, regional sales manager and client retention. Beth and her wife co-founded a medical writing business, and she continues to work as a medical marketing writer and editor. While these occupations have been a constant, Beth's passion and constant is writing, using the written platform as her mediium to share her experiences and life views. In 2017, Beth published her first novel, a futuristic women's dystopian novel, Her Destiny Is Change. The feedback was, and continues to be fantastic. Beth promoted the book with book readings here in Israel and in Amsterdam. In the early 2000's Beth started writing and publish her blog, LesbosOnTheCouch, which became popular both here in Israel and abroad, giving her almost celebrity status among English speaking lesbians in Israel. Currently, Beth, like much the rest of the population is praying for the safe return of the hostages and world peace. The hostages return needs to be real.
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