An entire nation, your nation, prayed for you
You don’t know me, but I know you. I’m your brother, your friend, from the same loving nation as you, Klal Yisrael. I have prayed for you, cried for you, and hoped for you ever since that horrid day when I saw your pure, precious faces in the news. Your eyes were so innocent, so filled with life, yet so afraid and confused. You came from a world of love, of happiness and peace, and were suddenly thrust into a chaotic world of hatred, bloodshed, and cruelty.
Precious children, you did nothing wrong, and your parents did nothing wrong. Your mother infused you with love, with caring and compassion, for each other and for humanity. Your parents shed tears praying that you would never need to shed your own, that life would bring you only joy and bountiful blessings. You were taught to embrace life, to value friendship, and to respect those around you.
You were given the keys to a bright future, to fulfill the dream your parents dreamed, to walk the path they paved for you. They hoped you would grow up to be good, kind people and bring light into the world. They prayed that your lives would be peaceful; that you would treasure each other and cherish your friends. They hoped that you would appreciate your heritage as Jews and recognize your blessings of being a part of the chosen nation in Hashem’s chosen Land.
On that harrowing day when you were ripped away from your home, your family, you did not understand what was happening. Your pure, innocent minds could not fathom how men of hatred, of cruelty, had penetrated your world of love. You cried watching your mother, your stalwart paradigm of serenity and security, as she wept in fear. Her eyes, eyes that had illuminated your lives with love, pride, and joy, suddenly darkened, dimmed by fear, panic, and horror.
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