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Posts Tagged ‘Yom Hazikaron’

Jay Shapiro Show – The Forgotten Events That Shaped Israel [audio]

Thursday, May 12th, 2016

Jay Shapiro tells some of the forgotten but important tales surrounding Yom Haatzmaut and Yom Hazikaron.

Jay Shapiro 10May2016 – PODCAST

Israel News Talk Radio

Israel Inspired: Israel Memorial Day and Independence Day Special [audio]

Thursday, May 12th, 2016

Could Israel Independence Day be the newest Biblical Holiday? The transition from solemnity and mourning on Memorial Day to the exuberant gratitude of Independence Day just moments later is like no other religious experience. Join Ari and Jeremy as they delve into the meaning of these days in this inspiring special for Yom Hazikaron and Yom Ha’atzmaut.

The Land of Israel

Tamar Yonah Show – The Heroes of Israel [audio]

Thursday, May 12th, 2016

Yom HaZikaron --for webpage Front

As Israel celebrates its independence and the deadly struggle to maintain its existence, Tamar interviews Amnon Sharon, author of Sane In Damascus, about his experience as a prisoner of the Syrians in the Yom Kippur War.

Tamar Yonah Show – 10May2016 – PODCAST

Israel News Talk Radio

Remembering Yehoshua Friedberg HY”D [video]

Wednesday, May 11th, 2016

I don’t want to go to a memorial service, I can’t stand military funerals and I can’t forget. I hate this! Too many thoughts…

I will always remember and I want to do everything and anything in my power to make sure no one else will have to feel the pain.

I have started and stopped writing this several times. Do people listen? Do they understand? Is it possible to have others understand? Am I making sense? Has it been really 23 years?

Every year when the siren sounds, I am shot back 23 years when I was abruptly introduced and initiated into the mourning family of this great country called Israel!

Yehoshua Friedberg HY”D was a friend, a platoon mate, a Lone soldiers, a future leader, an example of how a Jew should act and an all around good person.


Yehoshua’s life was stolen by Islamic terrorists who dressed up like religious Jews. They kidnapped him off the Jerusalem Tel Aviv highway as he was on his way to be tested for IDF Officer’s course. They shot him. They murdered him! They shot him 4 times in the heart and then threw him off the side of the road. Don’t tell me they shot him because of settlements! Don’t tell me it was “occupation” or for some political struggle! Don’t give a reason and don’t tell me you understand!

He was murdered for being a soldier in Israel! The ONLY Jewish country in a sea of over 22 Arab countries, most who want us gone!

We searched for him as we were hoping for the best but expected the worst. The entire country was searching for him!

He’s ok, right? right!…..WRONG!

We found him…..we found him lifeless…..we tried to revive him although it was clear we found him too late, way too late!

Heart stopped, eyes filled up, blood rushed to the head!


We put his body on the military truck and we made our way to Jerusalem…WHY? HOW? GOD! ISRAEL! IDF! What if it was me! Yehoshua’s family! HIS FIANCE! NO! Can’t be!! Nothing to say, tears, anger, what now?! How can it be? Did it really happen?

His funeral filled the streets of Jerusalem. Tens of thousands of people came to honor and say goodby…NO! This CAN’T BE REAL!

Don’t cry! His family is here, they can cry but we must be strong! We are his friends but we are soldiers and we are wearing our IDF uniforms! Don’t cry…..tears!

I refused to touch the coffin. Maybe if I don’t bury him he is not really dead! What now?!

I remember his open grave and I remember hoping he would be the last one. I remember returning every year to Har Herzl only to see more graves, more heroes, more young adults who were robbed!

23,447 sons, daughters, fathers and mothers!

I Met Yehoshua’s parents and family for the first time on that horrible day. We all became their sons and brothers as they buried their dear Yehoshua, as we buried our Yehoshua.

23 years and it seems like yesterday!

All of Yehoshua’s murderers have been released from Jail.

Not PA jail, Israeli jail! ALL OF THEM! They murdered him, why were they left alive! To be released? Where is justice? Where is morality!


Today we remember, we honor and we cry because we miss them, Thursday we will celebrate! We will celebrate with a feeling of sanctity. It is through the deaths and sacrifice of 23,447 heroes that we are obligated to relate to this land with respect and sanctity! We must NEVER take for granted the fact that we have come home to Israel. This is what we have been dreaming for for 2,000 years! CELEBRATE and say THANK YOU!

This land is not a negotiating pawn! It is not something to be played with! Our enemies seek our destruction and for God’s sake! In the names of those who fell in the hands of those who want our destruction, can we please stop apologizing!

WE ARE THE GOOD GUYS! We don’t start wars! We don’t call for the destruction of others! We develop weapons to defend our people while warning those from our enemy’s side!

STOP IT! Stop making believe those who are murdering us deserve to be respected more than our own deserve to be safe!

WE ARE THE GOOD GUYS! Stop making believe our enemies have a justified reason to murder us! STOP IT!

I know it seems obvious to many who are reading this but too many times I have heard, read and watched people, our own people, who do not really believe in our justified existence in the Land of Israel, people who apologize or stutter when others say it is not ours. You don’t make deals with people who seek your destruction! That is cruel to the living and the dead!

It’s not political? Really?

Yehoshua’s murderers have been set free because of politics!

We have given into terrorists because of politics and we have put ourselves in danger because of diplomacy. It is all political!

You don’t agree with me? I am sorry you think we owe our enemies something. I will still be in uniform and put my own life in danger to keep you safe and hope you will do the same for me.

Yes! I will stand, honor and remember Yehoshua and all 23,447 heroes who gave their lives for the State of Israel, but I will not suffice with just crying! I will continue to serve this awesome miracle of a country called Israel and I will bring up my children so that they know just how fortunate they are and how important it is NEVER to take anything in life for granted. I will continue to make sure that those who are out there in uniform fighting for our future have whatever they need! Thursday we will celebrate, today we cry and remember why we are here and those who gave themselves to make sure we can celebrate.

Hope this made sense.

In memory of Yehoshua Friedberg who was murdered as he served the Jewish people in the Jewish homeland. May his memory be a blessing and may God avenge his blood!

Memorial Page for Yehoshua Friedberg z”l

Yehoshua Friedberg Newspaper Photo

Ari Fuld

Last Words

Wednesday, May 11th, 2016

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Daughter of Martyred Har Nof Rabbi Chaim Yechiel Rothman z’l Speaks About Loss

Wednesday, May 11th, 2016

The daughter of Rabbi Chaim Yechiel Rothman, z’l was among the speakers Tuesday night at a special memorial ceremony for bereaved families organized by the OneFamily organization in Jerusalem.

Yaffa Rothman’s father was one of a number of English-speaking rabbis who were slaughtered in a bloody terror attack at a synagogue in Jerusalem’s Har Nof neighborhood on November 19, 2014. But Rothman’s father did not die right away: Somehow his condition stabilized, and he hung between life and death for nearly a year until finally succumbing to his wounds in November 2015.

His daughter Yaffa spoke of her love for her unique father in the following text, translated into English:

The first time we met was in the car, on the way to the hospital.
You drove fast

And Mom was having contractions.
I, as usual, could not hold back, and defiantly came into this world.
You immediately stopped the car, and helped Mom deliver me.
You were the first to touch me.
You hugged me with warmth,
And you covered me with your black jacket.

I was always “Daddy’s Girl”
Friday night after Shalom Aleichem and Eshet Chayil, you would give all the children a blessing, from the oldest to the youngest.
You would bless me that I should be “like Sarah, Rivka, Rachel and Leah” and then you would give me a kiss, and I would shy away
From both the kiss and the blessing.

I loved the Shabbat Zemirot.
You would sometimes fall asleep in the middle of the song,
But I miss that atmosphere.

I remember the Shabbatot in the summer when you would take me to the garden
Yet, instead of resting, you would push me on the swing.

And then I had a turning point.
I left the path that you taught me.

It was tremendously painful for you.
You sought counsel with rabbis and scholars
In order to save me from punishment in the World to Come.

And I kicked, and didn’t want your path.
I wanted freedom.
I thought independently.

And you included me.
You loved me and believed in me.
With your hat and your suit, you would proudly boast about me.

On Shabbat after the meal, you would suggest that we go for a walk.
We would stroll around the neighborhood
And with a smile and appreciation, you would declare that I am your daughter.
When I came to work in your office during vacations,
I came wearing short clothes that in no way resembled religion.
Everyone would ask me with wonder “You are the daughter of Chaim Rothman”?
And I would answer yes, with pride.

You introduced me to your boss,
And with a gleam in your eye you told him
That one day I would manage a successful company
And support 100 kollel students.

That’s not the only time you believed in me.
You always encouraged me,
Even when I didn’t believe in myself.
You were always there for me.

The night before my world was destroyed,
You called me as you normally did.
I was in the middle of work, so we didn’t talk for long.
Everything felt normal.
Nothing would change.
From the next day,
Nothing remained as it was.

I was far away, in a sweet dream, when it happened.
An hour’s drive from your city,
And when I got up and heard what had happened,
I was hit with panic.

It was at the synagogue during prayers.
You were in the middle of the Amidah.
Wrapped in your tallit
And your tefillin.
Oy, the tefillin were still on your head and arm.

The prayer of that morning you didn’t manage to finish.
They said that you felt the need to fight.
The cries of “Shema Yisrael” from your friends you heard
Until you lost your consciousness.

And there, as you lay in your blood on the floor,
The rescue services found you.
They resuscitated you
And managed to delay the end by a year.

For almost a year you lay in the hospital unconscious
The entire family, and the whole community surrounded you.
You heard them reciting Tehillim,
But you didn’t react to the treatments from the doctors.

A year passed over me without sleep
A year in which I never believed your end would come.
I believed with all my heart that you would get up and come back
To hug me and my pain.
I visited you often,
I sat close
And held your hand.
I told you about everything that happened.
I asked you questions expectantly,
An expectation that was not answered.

I learned in that year
How much I love you
The arguments, the anger
And the difference in our paths
Did not distance us.

On your last day, I heard the Viduy of the ten who prayed
They took their leave of you in prayer
And sent your soul to its salvation.

I took my leave with thanks, and begging for forgiveness.
They had already completed their prayers
And I kissed you
For the last time.

At the funeral
The important rabbis stood on the podium.
They said that everything happened from God
That we need to be strong and to repent.

And I sat at your feet
In pain
That they didn’t let me eulogize you.

But you are my father,
Not their father.
You raised me
You loved me
And I am the one they didn’t allow to tell the world how much
I love you back.

I looked for someone who would remind me of you.
A person who would fill the void you left.
I frequently stayed with a family
That took me in to their embrace.
But, when the father hugged his daughters,
My heart was pinched with pain.

And now, I am still looking for a way to mourn
Afraid to fall and to break
Understanding that I will find you only within myself.
And doing everything to strengthen myself.

On this day,
Yom HaZikaron,
I think about the future.
In another month, I will be in uniform
And the doubt arises in me.
Had you been alive,
Would you escort me to my enlistment?
Would you take me on my first day to the induction center?
Would you hug me and take your leave only for a while?
Would you give me your blessing?
Would you ignore the slogan,
“Better for a person to die than to send his daughter to the army”?

These questions give me no rest
I will never be able to know your answer
And I lack your approval
Because they
Took you from me.
I want to believe that you would keep me in your heart
And wish me success.

And every time that I see a person dressed in a suit
I remember your hug
Wrapped in your suit
Just like in my first moments.

Hana Levi Julian

We Remember – Yom Hazikaron 2016

Wednesday, May 11th, 2016

Photos by: Yossi Zamir/Flash90, Gershon Elinson/Flash90, Miriam Alster/Flash90, Hadas Parush/Flash90, Nati Shohat/Flash90

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