My Confusion and I

Let me tell you a story. It's not long but it's an important one. It starts with 3 innocent boys on their way home from school and it ends with 3 bodies being found a couple of weeks later. This isn't a nightmare, this isn't a made up story. It's the truth about Gilad, Naftali and Eyal. 3 innocent boys that got kidnapped and killed. What for you might ask? Because there are people in this world that don't behave like humans and feel the need to kidnap innocent people and kill them. No words can describe the grief we're feeling. I didn't know these boys but knowing they had done nothing means that it could have been me, my friend or even my brother. But it doesn't matter if I knew them or not. They were a part of our nation, our religion and a part of our hearts. Even if you don't believe in God they were a part of our prayers since the day they got kidnapped. The whole nation is mourning the loss of Gilad, Naftali and Eyal. We are asking for ...

A little bit over a week ago 3 innocent boys where kidnapped in Israel. Some might say they were on occupied territory, some might say they were in Israel. To me it doesn't matter. These boys had not harmed anyone. They were simply trying to get to somewhere by doing what they usually do, hitch-hike, when they got taken away without anyone knowing where they are. 3 mothers, 3 fathers are waiting for their sons to return. They are going everyday without knowing if their sons are alive. Personally, I can't imagine that feeling. I don't think anyone can but there is one feeling I can have about the situation and that feeling is frustration. As a Jew I very often have to defend Israel. People often ask me if I agree with Israel killing innocent people and if I think it's ok for Jews to live on the West Bank. I usually answer them with my opinion because I'm not afraid to say what I stand for but in this situation my opinion about what Israel does doesn't matter. T...