If Arabs can have their seats in the Knesset – and they do, we too can have a voice.
As I drove home, I saw a friend’s son putting out fliers for Shas. Seriously? I asked him and he made a face. “How much are they paying you?” I asked him.
“Forty shekels an hour,” he grumbled.
I smiled back and said – here, give me three fliers – I’ll throw them out when I get home. He smiled and handed them to me.
Shas, you are SO in the wrong neighborhood. I live among those who are religious Jews, proud Israelis. We are the Dati Leumi – the national religious. When I was 13 years old, I read a book and fell in love with Israel, the wonder of our return to this land. I read, I learned, and as I did, I decided there are two parts to being a Jew – Torah and Israel. To fulfill the truest meaning of both parts, to be whole inside in heart and body – is to combine these.
Today, among friends and neighbors, in more joy than you can imagine, I voted. I voted for Israel to be strong. Power for Israel.
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