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Syrian Mortar Falls on Golan Heights

Sunday, November 11th, 2012

A mortar from Syrian internecine fighting fell Sunday afternoon on the Israeli side of the Golan Heights. The mortar fell near the town of Alonei HaBashan.

No injuries or damage were reported.

Jewish Press News Briefs

Thousands of Syrian Refugees Pour Into Turkey

Sunday, November 11th, 2012

Thousands of Syrian refugees poured across the border into Turkey on Friday after heavy fighting between Syrian opposition and loyalists to President Bashar Assad led to the deaths of 46 people in two days in the northeast and 68 throughout the rest of the country, including 47 civilians.

According to the United Nations, over 9,000 Syrians fled to Turkey in the span of one day, with 2,000 others escaping to neighboring countries.  Approximately 408,000 Syrians are considered refugees in the area.

The UN anticipated that 700,000 Syrians would ultimately make their way to Turkey, Lebanon, Jordan, and Iraq to escape the civil war, and that 4 million people would need emergency aid.

Malkah Fleisher

Wisdom from Fighting for the Land of Israel for 40 Years

Thursday, November 8th, 2012

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Yishai is joined by Lt. Col. Yedidya Atlas to share wisdom gathered from fighting for the Land of Israel for 40 years.  Yedidya also discusses studying at Merkaz HaRav under Rabbi Zvi Yehuda Kook and the roots of Arutz Sheva, the radio station where Yishai was formerly the Programming Director.

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Moshe Herman

Syrians Shoot IDF Jeep

Monday, November 5th, 2012

Ynet reports that an IDF patrol jeep was hit by Syrian gunfire. The incident happened at 8:30 pm on Monday, when the Golani jeep, on routine patrol along the border came under fire.

It is believed the shooting were caused by stray bullets from the fighting between the Syrian factions.

No IDF soldiers were hurt in the attack.

Jewish Press News Briefs

10,000 Pounds

Thursday, October 25th, 2012

Staring out his window, Yakov tried ignoring the overwhelming sweep of emotions. He watched as the horses calmly grazed in the fields, oblivious to the deep hate brewing on each side of the farm. The audacity his brother has, Yakov shuddered thinking about it. Shaking his head he couldn’t think. Things hadn’t been easy since Father had died, he admit, but why now? After all the legal issues to deal with. After all the emotional pain. After watching their own mother wither away from the ache and void. But Levi couldn’t let it go.

He couldn’t let that child rivalry pass. Fighting over toys. Fighting over who sat where at the table. Why couldn’t it just disappear with the childish freckles? Why couldn’t they just move on, and start their lives all over again? Was it still about whose sandcastle stayed over night? Whose tower didn’t topple? Whose snowman didn’t melt? Somehow it still leads to those subconscious levels of hatred.

Silently Yakov had hoped it would stop, now that Father had died. Didn’t Levi realize it wasn’t a game? Can’t he see that this is real life now? But still, for Levi it was about whose side of the farm was better. It’s still about who can do it faster.

The glimmering blue water, shining in the sunlight. Biting his lip, Yakov couldn’t believe this immature gesture. Levi had built a lake. A lake to separate them – like a trap in Capture the Flag.

A lake! To separate their halves of the farm. Like the jump rope they had tied across their bedroom. Swallowing, Yakov couldn’t hold back anymore. Levi was no brother. This was not the way brothers acted. Years of this, and still it hadn’t stopped. He was tired of it, he decided.

Yakov watched as the muscled workers carried long wooden panels across, their sweat laminating in the sunlight. Ten thousand pounds of wood, the contractor explained. A couple of weeks and the wall would be up – a wall that would cut Levi off from Yakov’s side of the farm. He wouldn’t have to watch Levi’s children running through the meadows. He wouldn’t have to watch Levi come out every morning, content with life, while torturing his younger brother, just a couple of acres across the field.

Turning from the window, Yakov sat down to eat his breakfast, finally satisfied. All these years of tireless childish arguments would come to an end. A wall blocking his view of that half of the world. Blocking him off from the entire idea. Running away from the reality of facing the painful rendezvous.

Hours later, Yakov turned back to see his masterpiece. A forced smile was on his lips as he strutted towards the lake, and that’s when he saw it. There wasn’t a fifty foot wall, blocking every ray of sun from that side of the planet. It was just a thin bridge. One that went from one end of the lake to the other. Connecting his half to the other. Breaking the gap. Ending the problems.

Staring blankly Yakov didn’t understand, “I asked for a wall,” he yelled at the contractor, “To block that devil out of my life forever.”

Rummaging through his pockets, the contractor extended the blueprint, “It was the same ten thousand pounds of wood,” he explained.

Biting his lip, Yakov tried holding back his anger. He thought these useless games were over. But Levi would come back at him some other clever way. He would think of another childish prank to break off their ties once again. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes in defeat.

Scratching his head, he looked up at the contractor, “You’re going to need to take this down,” he demanded. “You’re going to have to build the wall I asked for.” Pausing he tried biting back his anger and then burst, “I don’t understand! You know I hate him!”

Shaking his head, the contractor whispered, barely audible, “It was the same amount of wood. It was the same effort.”

And then Yakov noticed, under the splash of the watercolor sunset, his brother’s shadow came closer and closer. Levi stood humbly in front of him, a slow smile creasing his face, “You did it, dear brother. You built a bridge.”

Alti Bukalov

Captain Ziv Shilon Awakens, Salutes Following Attack

Thursday, October 25th, 2012

Captain Ziv Shilon, who was taken to Soroka Medical Center in critical condition after being wounded by a Hamas bomb in the Kissufim area near Gaza on Tuesday regained consciousness on Wednesday, saluting his commander with the arm doctors are fighting to save.

When Southern Command Head Major General Tal Russo arrived at Shilon’s bedside following his return to consciousness, Shilon, who is still on a respirator, saluted with his right arm, which was mangled by the Hamas attack.  Channel 10 news reported Russo was deeply moved, choking up at the gesture.

Prime Minister Binyamin Netanyahu called Shilon’s mother, Margalit, who told Israel’s leader that “I ask that he will prevail and live. I have cancer and cannot get out of bed, I ask you to see to it that he receives good treatment.”

Malkah Fleisher

IDF Prepares to Absorb Syrian Refugees

Sunday, October 14th, 2012

IBA News reports that the IDF, in coordination with the UN, has prepared territories on the Golan along the Syrian border to absorb potential Syrian refugees.

While the goal of the IDF is to prevent any Syrians from crossing the border, they recognize that some refugees might still spill over as internecine fighting expands near the border.

Jewish Press News Briefs

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