Mothers Unite to Bring Back Our Boys
By Ariel Pamela Blacher
It all
started with a web campaign sent through the channels of Facebook, and local online
community forums. A group of women
started a plea for women to come to the Shilat traffic junction to show support
for the boys Gilad Shaar, Naftali Frenkel, and Eyal Yifrach, as well as their families.
Within hours, it went viral.
Women shared it, copy-pasted the details, and created a phone chain for
carpools. We were all to meet at 6:30
P.M., with posters, signs, tehillim (psalms), and spiritual strength.
As my
friends and I walked up from the parking area to the protest spot, I said to my
friends “I think this will be the first time I will be standing at the trempiada
(bus stop) there.” Everyone else nodded in agreement. Our kids stand their almost every day to
catch a ride home as they travel home from school, from an outing to the beach,
or from their excursions to the local mall.
We usually are the ones who stop our cars to fill up the empty seats
with the hitch-hikers on their travels towards our yishuvim (settlements).
We all
lined up in unison, holding signs to “Bring Back Our Boys,” and immediately
began to sing. As we sang, our voices became one. Religious, non-religious
united as we sang. We let our voices
carry the songs of courage, of strength, of unity. Songs of faith, songs of
Jerusalem, and songs of Israel rallied us into one united group of
mothers.
The
songs were followed by Tehilim (Psalms).
Women shared prayer books, and cellphone apps with the words, as we said
the verses in unison. Verses to encourage
ourselves, but also to encourage G-d to hear our prayers. We all believe the Divine hears our prayers,
and our tears, but we must continue the prayers in order to make sense of the chaos
that lead us to this moment.
Throughout
the rally, people honked their horns in unison as they drove by the area.
Others gave us a “thumbs up.” And, lastly, others open their windows to sing
and pray together with us. No one is
immune to the plight of these boys. We
are ALL mothers. And, we all feel
connected to these boys as if they were our own flesh and blood.
Shortly
after the Psalms, a police van pulled up. At first, a popular journalist came out.
There were cheers from the crowd. But,
she was followed by Bat-Galim Schaer and her husband.
They both began to walk down the side of the bus stop rally, and talk to each
and every one of us. We hugged and
kissed Bat-Galim, and they both thanked us for our good deeds, and our strength. “Us? Our
strength?” I thought, how amazing this couple is that they heard of our rally
and eagerly came to thank us. Truly,
they have other concerns, other children, other necessary meetings to go to, or
simply to wait at home for their son to walk through their door. Yet, there they were, giving us their love
and admiration.
Sometimes
it takes a tragic moment for a generation to form a bond with one another. It is as if a collective bond is formed through
these horrific times. Sometimes it is
war, and sometimes it is terror that does this to our collective souls. The last time I felt this sense of collective
pain was immediately after 9/11. At the
time, we lived in New York City. As I
walked throughout our New York City neighborhood I remember that it was as if
everyone had the same exact thought, the same dread of listening to the news
every spare moment to see if our loved ones were found…the dread of not hearing
soon enough whether our family and friends would return home. And,
the agony of realizing some did not make it home at all.
At this
moment, there is hope. And, as we
sang the Hatikvah (the national Israeli anthem) tonight, I realized that
this hope is even stronger when gathering together in prayer. Currently, the IDF reports that these boys
are alive. We must continue to have tikvah
(hope) and faith that these young boys will speedily return home. Our faith in G-d’s Divine plan must be
strong, as we continue to pray for Gilad Shaar, Naftali Frenkel, and Eyal Yifrach, to return to their families,
their friends, and to their schools. Our
collective souls must continue to be strong in spirit as we unite to bring them
home, where they belong.
Ariel Blacher is a teacher of English as a Second Language
in Hashmonaim, Israel. She moved to Hashmonaim in 2006, with her family, from
Riverdale, New York.
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