Showing posts with label Forest Rain. Show all posts
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Thursday, August 21, 2025

By Forest Rain

Ditza Or makes many secular people uncomfortable.

Her clothing marks her as a religious Jew, which, for some, is unsettling in itself. But it isn’t her appearance that disturbs—it’s her words.

Ditza’s son, Avinatan, is being held hostage in Gaza. To most of the world, he is known as Noa Argamani’s boyfriend—the handsome man who, though bigger than his captors, chose to walk into captivity beside Noa because he hoped to protect her.

Noa’s scream of terror, arms stretched out to Avinatan as she was whisked away on a motorbike, was the moment the world saw them both—and the last time she saw him.

Although she has not received a sign of life, Israeli intelligence assures Ditza that Avinatan is alive. And alone. We’ve all seen the videos of the other hostages, starved down to shadows of themselves—concentration camp skeletons. We can only assume Avinatan’s condition is the same.

Imagine, for one moment, what it’s like to be in Ditza’s shoes. What would you say? What would you do if your child was a hostage in the dungeons of Gaza?

We understand the parents willing to burn the world down, to do anything to bring their son home NOW.

Ditza is not one of those parents. She articulates her anguish matter-of-factly, her outward composure unsettlingly incongruent with the horror she describes. As if that weren’t enough, Ditza speaks with blood-chilling clarity, framing the physical nightmare as a manifestation of our struggle—and failure—on the spiritual plane.

Ditza says things we don’t want to hear. The soul recoils, which, to me, seems to be a sign that she is probably correct.

She points out that, 20 years after Jews were forcibly expelled from Gaza in the Disengagement, her son was forcibly dragged into Gaza—to the terror tunnels beneath. Avinatan has never once appeared on the lists of hostages considered for release. He is alone. Starved. Suffering.

And yet, their family name is Or—“Light.”

Ditza explains that she believes souls choose their journey before birth. Avinatan, she says, agreed to this nightmare being part of the story of his life. He chose to play this role in the story of the Nation of Israel. And that, she says, means he has the strength to endure it.

But why? Why must he suffer so? Why must their family suffer so?

Avinatan’s father, Yaron, rarely speaks publicly about his son. He’s worried sick—literally. His heart is struggling to withstand the agony. For this reason, his twin brother (and my friend), Rabbi Shimon Or—who has also suffered health-related stress issues—usually speaks in his stead. Ditza, no less distraught, focuses on the spiritual and less on the political.

How could any mother find meaning in this horror? It would be easier to stay in bed and remain in the dark, but Ditza says we must understand what is happening before we can make it stop.

She speaks because she wants her son back.

Ditza says, the Nation of Israel is meant to be a Light to the Nations. We have a job to do—an obligation to the world as well as to ourselves.

On October 7th, when Israel was attacked with the most revolting and obvious evil, the world looked to us. They expected us to show them what Light does to Darkness. They expected to see good vanquish evil.

But that isn’t what happened.

Instead, we entered a long, grinding war—feeding the enemy, releasing their fighters, allowing them to grow stronger. In doing so, we blurred the line between good and evil. The world, watching, grows confused. Even in Israel, some are confused. Perhaps what they thought was good is not. Perhaps what they thought was evil is acceptable—even reasonable. Justifiable. As a result, confusion is turning to anger: the Jewish people are failing in our mission.

Ditza says that even those who don’t see or believe in the spiritual realm feel it instinctively. They react—and lash out—without consciously being able to articulate why.

She sees two possible choices.

One is surrender. Make a deal, bring home as many hostages as possible, stop the war, save our soldiers. But she rejects this as an illusion—Hamas will never release them all, and such a deal only ensures another, even worse October 7.

The other choice is victory. To vanquish Hamas, reclaim Gaza, and declare sovereignty. To take responsibility for the land that is ours, because no one else can ensure our safety.

Israel, she says, has chosen neither. We have not fought to truly defeat Hamas. We have endangered our soldiers, left our hostages in hell, and failed to ensure that Israelis can safely return to their homes. We have not chosen sovereignty, still hoping someone else will bear responsibility for our future.

And it is this indecision, Ditza says, that is killing us.

Matter-of-factly, she concludes: “My son will remain a hostage in Gaza until we decide.”

 




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Tuesday, March 18, 2025

Another Wall? Have You Lost Your Mind?!

This is why liberating the hostages is not enough

 by Forest Rain


A new wall has appeared along the highway near Israel’s southern town of Sderot.

 

Since the war began, the train has been forced to take a long detour to reach Sderot because this stretch of track is visible from Gaza—leaving it vulnerable to anti-tank missiles. Now, a wall stands to block the view, ensuring that terrorists in Gaza can no longer take aim at the train—or at least not as easily. Walls don’t erase reality. The terrorists know where the tracks are. They can check the schedule online, just like any commuter.

With enough determination, any wall can be breached.

This wall gives the train something to hide behind. It offers the illusion of security, not real safety. True security doesn’t come from barriers. It comes from eliminating the threat—the people who wake up one morning and decide they want to blow up a train full of Israelis.

If you get close enough, you’ll see frustration and deep anguish scrawled across the wall in spray paint: “Another wall?! Have you lost your mind?!”

 

Hiding behind walls didn’t stop the Gazan invasion. In many cases, the bomb shelters families were hiding in became death traps.


The Purpose of the War

When the full horror of the October 7 invasion became clear—the torture, rape, burning, slaughtering, and kidnapping of men, women, children, and the elderly—most Israelis awoke from the Oslo dream of peace with our neighbors. We could no longer afford illusions.

When people declare their intent to kill us, meticulously plan to do so, and seize every opportunity to act on those plans—we must take them at their word.

Most Israelis saw the massacre and burned with rage that became ice-cold clarity: When we said NEVER AGAIN, this is what we meant. Never again would we allow Jews to be slaughtered, tortured, or used as playthings for sadistic monsters who revel in human suffering.

On October 7, Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu made it clear: “We are at war—not an ‘operation,’ not a ‘round,’ but war.” Since then, he has repeatedly outlined three war objectives—none of which can be compromised:

  1. Return the hostages—both the living and the dead.
  2. Ensure Israelis can safely return to their homes near Gaza (later expanded to include those displaced from the northern border).
  3. Ensure that Gaza can never again be a threat to Israel.

The Hostages—and the True Measure of Victory

The plight of our hostages has rightfully consumed much of our attention. Everyone—without exception—agrees: we must bring them home. All of them, both the living and the dead. We, the nation and our government, owe this to those we failed to protect on that terrible day.

The Israeli government has gone to extreme—and dangerous—lengths to secure the release of the hostages. Hundreds of terrorists have been freed from our prisons, giving them the opportunity to strike again. For Hamas (in Gaza and Judea & Samaria), this is a victory that gives them enormous prestige, the ability to restructure their chain of command and recruit new fighters (who believe that if caught by Israel, they will be released in future ransom deals. The temporary ceasefire has also given Hamas time to prepare for the next battle. The more time that goes by, the more dangerous it will be for IDF troops.

The government made a calculated choice: to risk the future security of every Israeli to rescue as many hostages as possible now. Truthfully, the supposed future risk is not in the future. It is already here.

And with all that, somewhere along the way, many lost sight of the bigger picture. Rescuing the hostages is our moral duty, but it is not the measure of victory.

Israeli media is flooded with voices—self-proclaimed experts, analysts with impressive titles, and understandably distraught family members—arguing that returning the hostages will be our triumph. that bringing the hostages home is the sole objective. That there is no need for revenge. That the war must end.

These ideas are unacceptable. Completely unacceptable.


The Writing on the Wall

That graffiti—“Another wall?! Have you lost your mind?!”—is a scream for real security.

 

It declares that it is unacceptable for genocidal monsters to live on our doorstep.

Unacceptable to keep hiding behind walls.

Unacceptable and deadly dangerous to mistake the illusion of safety for real security—when in reality, the enemy is always trying to breach our defenses, to invade and slaughter.

That graffiti is a warning. A warning that if we keep pretending, if we keep avoiding the root of the problem, we will face another October 7.

The story of the Idan family makes this painfully clear.


The Idan Family

The Hamas invaders filmed their atrocities, broadcasting their glee as they tortured, burned, and slaughtered.

The footage from the Idan home is something I will carry with me forever. Watching Gali Idan, in the worst moment of her life, gave me an awe-inspiring lesson in what courage looks like.

When I first saw the video, I didn’t yet know that Tzachi Idan had been taken hostage to Gaza—his hands still soaked in his daughter’s blood.

On February 27, 2025, Hamas returned his body as part of a ceasefire deal, along with the remains of three other Israeli hostages: Itzhak Elgarat, Ohad Yahalomi, and Shlomo Mantzur. Tzachi was laid to rest in Kibbutz Einat, next to his daughter, Maayan.

The video from their home needs to be seen. You do not see any of the violence or bloodshed on screen. What you see is terrible enough - what the family experienced and their response. There are abbreviated versions of this video online because, supposedly, people cannot pay attention longer than a few minutes.

But pay attention we should. Imagine being in their place – because it is only by the grace of God that we were not.

18 year old Maayan was shot in the head, in front of her parents, her then 11 year old sister Yael and 19 year old brother Shahar. Terrorists are in their home and none of them know what will happen next. The Red Alert siren blares repeatedly, warning of incoming rockets.

Gali, a ferocious lioness, trying to protect the lives of her children. Tzachi, his hands soaked with Maayan’s blood, trying to be a stalwart backbone for his family. The children, trying to understand what they are seeing. Shahar quietly asking his mother: Is it over? Is it over?

Watch and put yourself in their place.

https://vimeo.com/1066650024?share=copy#t=0

The invaders took Tzachi to Gaza. His wife and surviving children received intermittent signs of life, a flicker of hope that he could be rescued—until they learned that he was murdered in captivity.

After 510 days, Tzachi’s body was brought home but that is not enough to make it safe for Gali and her children to return home.

How can they?

They know the truth: that their safe room became a death trap. That their sister was murdered. Their father was taken and tortured by the same people who still live just across the border. That those monsters are still there, still dreaming of the next October 7.

How can any Israeli parent bring their children back to live next to Gaza—if Gaza is still full of Gazans?

The war cannot end until it is safe for the Idan family to go home. Until it is safe for all of us to go home. And safety will only come when Gaza is no longer a threat to Israel.

Another wall is insanity. Another wall is an invitation for another invasion, another massacre.

Liberating the hostages is crucial—but it is not the measure of victory. Real safety for every Israeli, ensuring our future, is.

 




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