So much is going on in the world that forces us to confront the darkness within men’s souls and the uncertainty of life. The war in Ukraine, the continued fight against the Covid-19 pandemic, countless regional conflicts, and the everyday murders and crimes in cities around the world. Here in Israel, we are experiencing the worst wave of terror attacks since the Second Intifida. In a week’s span, eleven people have been killed in separate attacks, with one of them being the worst single attack since the 2014 Har Nof attack in Jerusalem. We are living in a state of national anxiety, national uncertainty, national fear, and national grief. This is a small country, and every attack so far has occurred within a half hour drive from my home. One happened in Hadera while I was working just a short drive away.
This is real, it is in my face, it is on my mind, and the deaths weigh collectively on our souls. My boss told me today to expect less students for the next few weeks as people avoid public places. He took me aside to try and assuage my fear as a new immigrant faced with the reality of terror. I had to reassure and comfort several students who came in today who persevered through their sadness and grief to try and maintain some semblance of a normal life.
What do I say to them? How do I comfort someone was born here when I have only three years of life in this land? What do I tell my family? How do I look at myself and wonder if I made the right choice coming here? I love this place, I love these people; but the fear of dying because I went to a bus stop, or a mall, or took an evening stroll tends to override the power of patriotism and the conviction of my beliefs.
I don’t want to talk about the politics of what’s going on, because I don’t believe that it’s material at this point. We know why people commit these acts of terror. We know the realities on the ground. We know that something must be done; but yours truly and most of the Israeli and Palestinian world cannot come to an agreement on what that solution must be. We are the perennial Gordian Knot, and the object of increased scrutiny. There are many reasons why, but I don’t want to talk about them; not because I do not have a political opinion, but because I care more about what this means for my daily life and not for some grand scheme to solve a problem that seems to never end.
I was talking with a friend of mine last night, an American that I’ve known since high school; and it was difficult to tell him what was going on in my life. My job is going well, my wife and I are healthy, I am mentally stable, I have dreams and ideas on how to make my life better; but this situation looms over everything. It is hard to think about finding ways to enrich your life when you know that people are dying around you. It is difficult to plan and see yourself somewhere in a year when you don’t know if the next time you go into work or go shopping could be a tragedy waiting to happen. The fear is pervasive, and maybe the terrorists are winning if I can’t help but be afraid when I go outside.
So what can we do? As a nation? As a people? What can I do?
I don’t have an idea of some kind of grand scheme to solve the problems, I am just a simple oleh trying to make ends meet while finding my place here in my new home. I cannot preach about Zionism, about patriotism, or about national strength; not because I don’t believe in those things, but because I don’t believe that my voice is the right one to speak.
The one thing I can say is something that the Lubavitcher Rebbe always talked about. He always talked about bringing light into the world, and that small acts of compassion and devotion can bring a little illumination into this world and hopefully pierce the overwhelming darkness. The people killing innocents in the street want to achieve their goals with acts of murder, acts of terror, and with acts of hate. I believe that the only answer to this it counter them with the small acts of light we can do in this world. We must meet death with a commitment to life. We must meet terror with steadfast belief in the goodness of the world. We must meet hate with love and compassion.
These may just sound like platitudes, and they are; but they can change things. One reassuring word to a scared young woman counts in this world. One act of kindness make the burden of living with the weight of this situation a little easier to bear. One recommitment to believing why we are here and what we are meant to do can help us stand straighter when the weight of grief on our shoulders makes it hard to do anything but stay home and be afraid.
I will continue living here, despite what is happening here. You may worry for my safety, and my family’s safety; and for that I thank you. Some people reading this may completely disagree with me, and that’s also okay. I don’t want to fight with anyone, I don’t want to debate about my right to be here; I just want to believe that everyone deserves to live without fear of dying randomly on the street. I believe that there is still hope, that we can find a solution to all of this. I don’t know how we will get there, but I persist in that belief because I truly believe that all people in this world just want to live in peace.
All we can do know is try and stick together, to comfort one another, and to find ways to share this burden together. Whether it’s giving money to the man on the street, helping people on the street, comforting those who are afraid, or doing mitzvot to try and bring some bit of holiness to this place. If we can talk about something it is manageable; and as Herzl said, if you will it, it is no dream. If we commit ourselves to making this a more beautiful world, that dream is still possible. Maybe I’m naïve, but I must have some bit of hope to cling to.
How do we live with the fear of dying? We must continue to hope and believe in the importance of life and the happiness that it can bring. I may be a dreamer, but I would rather live with this hope than succumb to a life of fear and anxiety. I came to this country to build a new life, and that’s what I’m going to do.
This post is in memory of those killed this past week and in hope that we see no more tragedies unfold in this beautiful and holy land.
Much love from the holy land; sadness, grief, and fear be damned.