For our birthday celebration, we had lunch at Cassis in Jaffa. It felt just a bit strange – fasting for Muslims, feasting for Jews. And who wants to celebrate. Bombs falling in the north, we’re bombing in the UN, there’s no money for explaning our situation to the world, and there’s almost nothing to celebrate.
But there’s the beach, the sea bass we can share, and another birthday we’ve reached (my friend and me). Okay, she’s limping, and could use a bit of skin therapy, and I could as well, but we’re still here and can enjoy ourselves on the beach. Pretty cool.
I must have told this story many times: When Orit was little – we used to go the Gaza for my husband’s business. For Orit it was paradise. She would take off her shoes and run to the children to play – and always had to be persuaded to leave at the end of the day. When I heard Ahmed Fouad Alkhatib speaking with Yasmine Mohammed I saw the idyllic days then before my eyes. It’s a long interview but everything is accurate and makes perfect sense.
I’m getting more and more fascinated with Esther. The way she must have learned to avoid the mistakes Vashti made in the six months she was being trained to compete for queen-ship. The way she took the point of seemingly being subservient to the king, all the way leading the game. The power she exhibited at the end – 750 thousand people killed – amazing.
Why don’t girls dress up as Queen Esther? She’s the one who used her wiles to save the Jews of Iran when the book explicitly says the king had just decreed that all the men in Persia should know to rule over their wives. All right, she didn’t operate as a feminist, but she really turned the country around in every way. And all the other women in the book screwed up. Vashti simply wouldn’t follow orders, and Zeresh gave Haman terrible advice, and only Esther turned the rules upside down by keeping her mouth shut until the right moment.
That’s it – I’m putting on my belly dance costume and veiling my face.
We keep moving forward with the hostage negotiations – or we think we are moving forward – and then they turn around and bring us back to square one. They don’t really want to give up the hostages, and even though we captured 650 Hamas soldiers today, they know we’ll feed them well and give them back eventually, while our elderly, women, and infants die of hunger in Gaza. It feels like negotiating with the devil – and we think we’ll get our souls back, but it doesn’t look good.
On the other hand, we are learning that we’ve got some pretty amazing soldiers – some we thought were only insurance salesmen or animal trainers. And they’ve left their businesses behind and are doing an amazing job.
You’re wondering perhaps why I am not calling for an immediate ceasefire like my friends in the States.