My Hostages Dream

My Hostages Dream

Every morning, since the war started, I’ve been visualizing all sorts of wonderful things I hope will happen.

For example, one by one, I envision each combat soldier I know, telling his grandchildren 50 years from now that once, many years ago, Israel had enemies, and he helped to win Israel’s last war.
When I told my daughter about all the things I’m visualizing, she said, “Eema, please also visualize that the hostages will be freed. Soon. Please, Eema.”
So for the last few days, this is what I’ve been imagining in my minds eye:
It’s this coming Chanukah. And there’s a clip going around, of all the hostages healthy and free and in great spirits. Sharing the significant smiles of people who’ve been to hell and back, and lived to tell the tale.
The freed hostages are all standing on bleachers. And then the camera pans to the audience, where all the hostages’ families are crying tears of relief and joy. And all together, they are singing:
“Darkness go away, flee from the light! Each of us is a small candle, and all together we are a great light!”
Please, bring them home. Please keep them safe. Please God!

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Watch Hadas (the daughter who inspired this post) at this link, dancing to “Bring Them Home” on the far right.

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