When One Clock Stopped and Time Began Again

 This week, the clock stopped. And in that single second that it stopped, we advanced in our lives 843 days.

I wasn't sure if, when the time came to move forward, if we would move one day, finally getting to October 8. Or, would we lose these last 2 years and several months, and 12 hours and 5 minutes and 59 seconds and find ourselves in the same moment as the rest of the world.

I am not sure I am happy to suddenly be here on January 29, 2026. The world didn't feel scary on October 6...October 7 was a day of sheer terror. And Israel froze in agony waiting for the missiles to stop, for our people to come home. For Israel, October 8, 2023 never came.

For two years, it was lost in the agonizing fog of loss and longing.

And this world that we have emerged in? It's not so good. It's not so nice. It has the threat of October 7, multiplied many times. Iran and the US are like giants hovering over our heads. Yes, absolutely, the obliteration of the Iranian regime is in our interests. Yes, absolutely, the world must step in to save the Iranian people...as they didn't the Syrian people, the Armenian people, and, of course, my own people.

In the end, Israel sits and waits to see who will capitulate or who will attack. Iran promises that if the US attacks, Israel will be its first target. And the world nods in understanding. Hell, we nod. It's obvious.

But take literally any other country in the world. France threatens Germany, and Germany responds that it will hit Poland? Huh? What?

Argentina threatens Brazil...and so Brazil threatens Chile? Does that make sense to you? If not, why does Iran attacking Israel make sense to you in the case of a US attack?

Right. Sorry. I forgot. It's different when it's Israel. It's different when it's the Jews. And right there is the issue. I think we hoped that when we finally left October 7 and joined the world in this time zone, the world would have learned. Remember October 7? Oh my God, Iran, don't you dare threaten to attack Israel.

But no...we are in the line of fire. Again.

Airlines quickly canceled for fear of their planes getting stuck in Israel, or worse, their airplanes getting struck.

I love being Israeli. I love, beyond measure, being a Jew. It is the single word that has applied to me all of my life. I was born a Jew and absorbed the meaning of that word as I began exploring that which has been bequeathed to me by generations and generations.

But sometimes...oh, sometimes, it's heavy on my heart. Like now. It wasn't better in the time zone of October 7...but somehow another dream has died. Another time we thought, maybe this time...maybe this time they learned the price of their silence, the price of their hate.

On the bright side, it is Friday in my beloved world and so we tell the world to go away. For the next 8 hours, enjoy...the US Strike Radar site (brilliantly built by an Israeli) says there's only a 6% chance of a US strike in the next hours.

For the record, I support a strike on Iran. I support regime change there so the people of Iran will again be free. But oh, how heavy my heart is now anyway...

Shabbat shalom - may it be a day of peace...in our hearts, in our families, in our cities and in our precious, beautiful land.

Below is how long it took for October 7 to end...not to be forgotten, not to be forgiven, but for us to choose life without knowing that there is a Jew, an Israeli being held, tortured, starved, beaten, murdered, desecrated in Gaza.

https://usstrikeradar.com/