At Glastonbury yesterday, a band called for “inshallah, from the river to the sea.” The crowd cheered. When I hear that phrase chanted with joy, I feel fear and - whoever you are - so should you.
Most people don’t understand what it means. But it’s been used for decades by those who want to erase Jews from where their language, faith & indigenous culture began. A place that was meant to offer refuge when the rest of the world shut its door.
I’ve spoken out against injustice & unbearable loss. I’ve made work about the ‘Nakba’ & the ongoing trauma of Palestinians.
But “from the river to the sea” doesn’t call for peace.
It calls for a world without Jews. You can stand for Palestinian rights without denying Jewish ones. You can oppose a government without wishing away a people. If your activism leaves no room for someone else’s safety, grief or history it’s not activism. It’s hate.
@AldiUK hey i need to talk to someone about your store near the metrocentre i was in with my children where i bought 49.03 worth of goods the cashier said it had been declined where i checked my bank and it had came out followed by 2 declined payments and i got charged again
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.
So to all the demonstrators that love going out on a Saturday spouting their anti semitic chants and waving their flags please bear this in mind. You support the vile beasts that kidnapped and murdered these beautiful innocent children. There was not a war raging at this point. They were taken and murdered. Shocking.
@Georgeatasda hey i was wondering why my order got cancelled after 4 days when apparently there was a glitch in the system but yet yous took my money off me straight away and held it for 4 days and now i have to wait 3-5 day for a refund disappointing service