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Come Close and Listen, for We Are Talking of Destiny
Are we laying claim to and denying the human condition at the same time?
Let’s not waste our time on empty words and tiresome imitations.
Hatred, blind hatred, which is as yet an abstraction.
Some hurl themselves into the pursuit of peace with a fervor that consumes their very being; others forge their identities through the relentless act of murder, transforming into martyrs whose insatiable thirst for blood knows no limits.
Ariel and Kfir, like all our beloved children, deserved a world untouched by the horrors of war — a world where conflict doesn’t snatch them from their mothers’ embrace or drag them into its merciless clutches. But for the Bibas family, hope was cruelly extinguished, their yearning to reunite with Shiri and her cherished sons left brutally shattered.
It’s devastating beyond measure. May the haunting memories of those lost ignite a fierce revolution, propelling us toward the world that all our cherished children so desperately deserve.
Drawing by Rebecca Katz via Lilith Magazine-reworked
When we warn that we are rushing towards our downfall, we aren’t sounding an alarm but merely stating an observation. Perhaps it is not entirely beyond hope — miracles can happen — but we don’t offer a solution. Instead, we confirm it based on visible signs.
The men who turn their knives on us believe they have finally eradicated the symbol of their shared hatred, even though sacrificial victims don’t satisfy their craving for blood.
