The night was loud.
Windows rattled, walls shook. My daughter appeared home at 1:00 a.m. after having taken the first train from Nahariya down to Be’er Sheva and then being driven home to the kibbutz as there are no buses at that hour.
She’s piled under blankets on our living room couch and still blissfully sleeping, heedless of the noise outside. But I was awakened many times last night by the noises going on outside. We don’t know exactly what we’re hearing but we remember that the Army stated they were going to escalate the operation, so my imagination is working overtime.
What can I say?
I’m shaking at the thought of what the Palestinians are going through. Yes, they ‘voted’ in the Hamas. Yes, the Hamas doesn’t recognize Israel’s right to exist. Yes, they have sworn to obliterate us. Yes, they’ve been throwing rockets on our schools, our children, our civilians for the past 7 years. Yes, diplomatic intervention hasn’t made a dent in their policy of hurling qassams at civilians. Yes. But, but, but!
How much more trauma must we all endure till we can sit down and discuss peaceful co-existence? That’s the question that screams through my brain.
Down here in the South, we speak of resumption of kindergartens, of school, of normal living within protected buildings. We hope to return to work, to earn our living, to spend our earnings. Yes, we will study and teach and work and laugh, of course. But!
The almighty But! hovers over all. Will this operation secure peace? Will our neighbours be able to re-group and re-build and overcome the heavy tolls of body and mind? Will we? How many of us are suffering and will continue to suffer long after this operation ceases? How many of us are now re-living traumas suffered from the original shock of qassams, mortar fire and/or suicide bombers. Re-living trauma exacerbates original trauma, as is commonly accepted. Will we emerge from this able to build a peaceful middle east?
This is my question, a huge question.
Judih, Jan 11/09