The total absence of any barrier as a woman talks straight to her Maker
Last Monday, as we were checking off closed files on the magazine grid, an editor posted a video clip in the Mishpacha editors’ Slack forum.
“This is the mother of the soldier who was just freed. Video from yesterday,” she explained.
I’m sure many (most?) of you have seen that clip during the ensuing days. If you’re like me, you may have watched it several times — in admiration, in awe, in wonder, and maybe with a stab of longing.
The clip features Margalit Megidish, the mother of captive soldier Ori, who had been kidnapped from her post in the IDF observation base near the Gaza border on Simchas Torah morning. On this Sunday afternoon four weeks into her harrowing vigil, Margalit is standing behind a gray kitchen counter with a bowl of dough before her. A petite, red-nailed savta is hovering at her shoulder. Off to the side is a tray covered with multiple tea lights, all ablaze.
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