Las Red Panthers (belgica) perdieron la semifinal contra paises bajos y reclamaban que les robaron con el arbitraje
ahora sacaron banderas de Argentina y festejaron la victoria de las leonas
For almost two years, the world has seen Gaza only through the news. But very few have actually gone inside. I chose to go — to see it with my own eyes and to meet the people living there.
What I witnessed is not the story being told on your screens. The suffering is real, but Hamas is the one responsible. They hold their own people hostage, steal the aid meant for them, use families as shields, and spread lies to the world.
I met women who were brave enough to tell the TRUTH and children who are deserving of a different future.
We cannot forget the remaining 48 hostages still held captive. And lastly, we cannot forget that Hamas has the power to end this all right now.
It’s been a year since my rescue. Since I got my freedom back. A year has passed, but it feels like nothing has changed.
We’re still at war. We still have hostages clinging on to their lives, each day, each minute, a living hell. Hostages who are starving, held in unbearable conditions, without even water.
Our soldiers still risk their lives every single day. Families still lie awake at night, anxious, afraid.
So little has changed, and yet: I have changed.
For the first time, I saw the true soul of Israel. While recovering in the hospital, I witnessed the pure joy that of strangers at our rescue. Joy that existed even as an entire family’s world collapsed with the heartbreaking loss of their beloved hero Arnon Zmora, may his memory be a blessing.
I lost my mother: the person closest to me in the world. And I saw how the entire country mourned with me. I saw the strength, the unity, the compassion of the Israeli people.
I learned I have to be strong. Not only for myself, but for others. For those who lost someone dear. For the families of the hostages. For the hostages themselves.
I chose to fight, but on my terms. I listened to my inner voice. I chose my intentions with care. I found myself in places I never dreamed I’d be, met people I never imagined I’d meet. And I had the profound privilege of witnessing many hostages return home into the arms of the people who love them.
I broke down. I rose again. Dozens of times.
And still, it hasn’t ended.
Avinatan is still in Hamas captivity.
The days we’ve been apart now outnumber the days we had together.
I miss him more with every passing day. I worry. But I have to be strong, for both of us. I hold onto hope, every single day, that this nightmare will end, and we’ll finally get to live the life we’ve dreamed of.
When this nightmare ends, and the 55 hostages at last come home. Bring them home, now.
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