Fully agree : Palestinians was the name attributed to Jews after the Bar-Kokhba revolt up 2000 years ago until the Arabs invaded Israel in 1948 Just that Omar got it wrong on who is Palestinian

I made a map of major shrine and temple fires reported in Japan since the start of 2026. Just a coincidence? What do you think?

On June 11, the Commissioner-General ad interim of UNRWA, Christian Saunders, took the decision to terminate the employment of 70 UNRWA staff members in Gaza with immediate effect. The decision was taken further to an assessment of the safety and security of UNRWA operations in Gaza. Read the full statement: unrwa.org/newsroom/official-…

What keeps you strongly Pro-Israel even when the pressure is intense? For those supporting Israel from abroad, what personal story, event, or fact has helped you stay resilient lately? 🇮🇱💪

We were saying Free Palestine before it was hihacked by the terrorists.

The joke in my family goes that my greatgrandfather opened the first soap factory in Poland, and then the whole family turned into raw materials. In the 1940s, the German Nazis sold the golden teeth and the hair of their victims. In the 2020s, the Iranian Nazis sell the hair of their victims. (Last week only, we celebrated D-Day. Just saying).

Magical... also under the snow Definitely. Perhaps next time?

When I was 12, I read a book named "the village on the Hill" by Shulamit Lapid. I fell in love with Eliezer Siles and his family, and even more with the village they were trying to build. It changed my life. Gai Oni (English: Valley of Strength) brings to life the raw courage of the First Aliyah pioneers in the 1880s, who set up Rosh Pina (the Corner Stone, from the Biblical verse). Fania, a young survivor of Ukrainian pogroms arrives in the Galilee with a baby she got from the Russian who raped her and an orphan "sister" , and "marries" a Jewish pioneer intent on making the Galilee revive, Arab marauders and malaria be damned. His wife just died and left him with small kids. He needs a nanny and she needs to eat. They decide on a "marriage of convenience" when each is convinced they'll never love again. (Yadda, yadda. Yes, expected. But well done). But even more than the tragic love story between them, the love of the Land perfuses the book. The background of the story is very real- a handful of tenacious families in the 1880s faced drought, hunger, disease, hostile raids, and crushing labor, yet refused to abandon the dream of Jewish return to the place where the Mishna was written. They drained swamps, planted vineyards and mulberry groves (with help from Baron Edmond de Rothschild, whose envoys… but read the book). Really. You'll like it. Tonight, we'll be heading as an extended family to a beautifully appointed (and renewed) period stone villa in Rosh Pina. Missile situation permitting, we'll pray in the synagogue the pioneers asked the generous Rothschild to help them build in 1887, when they were barely five years on the ground and most of them lived in wooden and straw huts. The Rav Kook prayed there in 1913, during the Masa Hamoshavot (I'll write about it, later). It stands unmodified (but for AC and electricity) till today. On the face of it, Zionism has won. Rosh Pina is no more the harsh life sacrifice of a few exhausted idealists, but a posh, quite expensive kind of Martha's Wineyard. It has a sprawling, glittering, shopping center, nearby industry ranging from fruit canning to microchips in Tefen, beautiful wines, nearby kayaking and classic music festivals in the summers. Tonight there'll be friends and family. The young, the old, the recently released from the army and the ones preparing to enlist. If someone "glitches" at the pool or gets a heart attack from too much good Israeli wines and food, an excellent hospital will cure them in the Biblical city of Safed nearby. But underneath the glamor, the people who live here came back only a few months ago from the difficult period of displacement within Israel during the war—families from the north and south who lived for months in hotels or with relatives, carrying till today the quiet weight of rockets, sirens,(like all of us), but also existential uncertainty. And yes, of COURSE I checked there was a shelter before hiring the villa, and five days ago we thought we'd have to cancel because of the sometimes-on sometimes-off war. We’re taking into account there WILL be some missile alerts at some point. We're not stupid. But we're not going to stop living, either. I'm still wondering if the memories we'll take with us will be of crisp, scented Galilee air, a sun-and-sangria-drenched weekend by the pool and walks in the beautiful French Gardens, or of board games in the shelter and men hastily kissing us goodbye before they hurry to the next emergency miluim. Israel.