These parents prayed from the depths of their hearts, that pure, never-sullied place where the Jewish spark is never extinguished
During one of the Kesher Yehudi shabbatons for hostage families, I was asked to lead a circle discussion on Friday night with siblings of the hostages, ranging in age from ten to 18. These kids were expected to continue going about their daily lives — wake up, go to school, do homework, go to sleep — even as they were struggling with intense feelings of fear, stress, and anxiety. Their parents were constantly on the move, attending one rally after another and traveling abroad to speak, so it was natural that these kids were not having an easy time.
I sat down in the circle with them. Almost immediately, the questions began flowing, but they weren’t so interested in talking about themselves — they preferred to talk about me. Why was I wearing a kapote? Was it true that chareidim have huge families? Why did I tuck my peyos under my yarmulke? Who was the biggest tzaddik in the world?
After about half an hour of their little interrogation, they finally ran out of questions.
Sitting in the middle of the circle was Ofir Angrest, brother of Matan Shachar ben Anat, who was finally released after two years this past Hoshana Rabbah. At the time, though, Hamas had released a video of an emaciated, tortured Matan in which it was clear that he was suffering greatly.
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