Israel has been attacked from 3 fronts in the last week. A rocket landed in the Golan Heights; air raid sirens wailed in Eilat without warning; and Gaza fired a rocket landed on the Ashkelon beach.
I am a Jew. I was born a Jew and I will die a Jew. I was also born a woman. Never once in my life have I felt those to collide or contradict and I pity anyone who feels that they do.
"How...how do parents say good bye to their children in the morning as they leave home...and then bury them that night?" How?
In today's attack, one soldier is seen running towards the attack, only to stop and turn back. Then dozens of others are seen running away from the truck that rammed into the soldiers.
Elor Azarya is a soldier of Israel. 10 months ago we sent him into battle. His friend was stabbed in that battle. Elor raised his gun and shot the terrorist. It wasn't murder. It wasn't even manslaughter.
Not only was Elor Azariya slapped in the face, but every soldier with a gun. The message is they must, in the middle of battle, stop and think what some idiot judge will think of their action.
The problem with listening to John Kerry is that within minutes you start to get a headache - and that's the best I can say.
I continue to read messages blaming me and others like me for the Trump victory because we dared to argue that Hillary Clinton was not an option. But how can I be blamed when I didn't vote for Trump?
A guy in the makolet shouts, “But I must go to the front of the line!” He is holding a box of toothbrushes and a lot of toothpaste. WHY?
How can you possibly understand the horror of watching your land burn? It is an open wound you don't forget for a moment, a thought that stays in your mind as you go about your day.
I'll give up the fires, the stoning attacks and more...thank you for visiting my site, really but I don't need 10,000 people a day to come here...my country needs peace. We need the fires to end.
Trump's mandate for the next four years should also mean a renewed examination into the behavior and actions of the media. The camera was always meant to share the picture, not create it.
Our heroes will fight to stop the fires and they'll take the time to rescue the Torah scrolls that contain our faith, our dedication, the promise God made to us to give us this land.
Finally, a story that won't "DRIVE" you crazy and which has a happy ending...
Israel has become the greatest of Sukkahs for the Jewish people - it is truly here that we are safe in a way we do not feel anywhere else in the world.
What bothers me most at this point, is two things. The first is that America is being manipulated. The second is that, in part, it is crossing red lines to do this.
"Where are you?" he asks. "I'm in the office. The car is at Ammunition Hill. Do you need to take it?" There was a brief hesitation. "There was an attack at Ammunition Hill."
In my little country today, we were hit by a missile. The siren sounded; the red alert was announced. Children, panicked and frightened, were hurried into bomb shelters
The debate was nasty, ugly. Trump called her Secretary Clinton; she called him Donald.
Maybe there is reason for optimism: Today Israel has diplomatic relations with over 160 countries, nearly double the number Israel had when Netanyahu served as Israel’s ambassador some 30 years ago.
"it's Elul and we need the shofar, especially this morning. Two police, did you hear?" "Yes" I answered sadly. "They should have a complete recovery." "Amen," I said and watched as he blew the shofar.
There's a growing tendency in the world to deal with terrorism by denying it. Regardless of who set those bombs in New York, it wasn't an accident-It was terrorism.
I considered the question, "Should we pray for Peres?" struggled with it for barely a second, and knew we should be because he's a Jew, because he's a human being.
In the last few years, terror attacks in the US and Europe have clearly become more common. I question not the interpretation of the fact, but the almost-desperate need to manipulate and deny it. Why?
And then, in horror, as I watched, the second plane hit. I started to cry as the shocked voices could be heard through the television; I started to pray, "Oh God,