At 6:29 am, October 7th, 2023, our world changed forever. For a while, all the arguments and borderline civil war disappeard, and unity took their place. The understanding that if we go down - we all go down together. That terrorists won't ask who you voted for or how you identify religiously or if you are a Zionist or not - they'll only ask one question: "are you Jewish?"
For a while, that was the only question that mattered. But time passed, and the utopian unity was, eventually, gone. Of course it was. Show me two Jews who can agree on more than one trivial thing, and I will call you a liar - because that does not exist. Arguing and driving each other to the brink of instanity and beyond is our natural state.
But today, three years after the moment that shook our world to the core, I'm asking myself - is it not the time for 6:30 already? We've lived in 6:28 long enough. We're living through 6:29 all over the world right now. Why can't 6:30 last more than a minute? Is it really that hard for us to stand our own brothers and sisters for more than 5 minutes? Are political and religious arguments really more important than treating each other's wounds?
Don't get me wrong, I'm proud to belong to this annoying, stubborn, stiff-necked nation of little bastards, but can we all be normal people to each other, please, for more than 5 minutes straight? Can we, for a little more than a fleeting moment, stop categorizing and see each other as... just Jews? Can we stop being such little bastards, only to each other?
I figured I just wanted to say - I love you. Each and every one of you. The self-hating Jew, the fierce anti-Zionist, the equally fierce Zionist, the Haredi who'd rather chop off his own hand than serve in the IDF, the far-left atheist raging in Kaplan, the settler with the giant kippah and gun, the sleazy politician, the convert struggling to fit in and feel like they'll never truly belong, the 'modern Orthodox' with the tiny little kippah and nonexistent beard, the woke Diaspora Jew who genuinely believes the 'Palestinians' are in the right and his (or her) people are in the wrong because he (or she) just doesn't know any better, the one who had an identity crisis after the massacre and is now trying to figure out what it even means to be a Jew, the woman who puts on a bandana that barely covers any of her hair and calls it a headscarf just to feel something, the woman with the short wig and hat on top who somehow manages to dress like she's at least European royalty and only speaks Yiddish, the IDF soldiers - both male and female of course, the gay guy who advocates to be included religiously, the gay guy who spits on it all, the angry atheists of Tel Aviv, the religious zealots of Mea Shearim, the nature freaks, the high-tech-obsssessed people with no life outside of making us the start-up nation, the Ashkenazi, the Mizrahi, the Sephardic, the mixed, the guy with tattoos and tefillin, the one who claims he (or she) doesn't give a shit but when he (or she) hears of a wounded soldier the first thing he (or she) does is reach out for a Book of Psalms, the ones fighting to move to Israel, the ones anxious to move out of Israel, did I miss anyone?
I love you even when you nearly rip each other's throats out, metaphorically, of course, I love you even when you spread lies about each other and insist that you have to be right and the other one has to be wrong. I love you, my brothers and sisters, and this love is stronger than anything that will ever come our way - because together we are unbreakable.
Only together, no matter what. Because, let's face it - if we've already been through Pharaoh, Haman, Hitler and everything in between together, this is basically child's play.
AM YISRAEL CHAI!!❤🇮🇱