Fear and Hope: Reflections Two Years Post Oct 7th

October 7th: The Day My Everything Changed

Two years ago, on October 7th, my world changed—and so did I.
It is a date that will forever define how my soul sees life: everything is either before or after October 7th.

Loss and the longing to live anew breathe beside me each day.
Like so many Israelis and Palestinians, I live with a heart that knows both love and terror, both fear and hope, both dignity and sorrow.

Grief Unites What War Divides

For two years, grief has filled our air—their sunrise and our sunset.
Innocent souls were killed by the horrors of war, others kidnapped into the darkness of hell.

Grief does not visit only one people.
It meets all of humanity.
It meets mothers who wake to silence, fathers who could not protect, and children who yearn for a parent’s embrace.

Bound by Hope, Not Hatred

Suffering connects us—but we can choose to be bound by hope.
Not by tears, but by courage.

The courage to say no to governments and leaders who feed on revenge, glorify hatred, and cling to power instead of peace.
Hamas and Netanyahu do not speak for the people who want to live, to love, to raise their children without fear.

When Innocence Shattered, Faith Endured

The remnants of my childhood innocence were taken on October 7th.
Hatred became the loudest voice in the streets, and my belief that good always wins was shattered.

But faith—the faith that we can rebuild and strengthen the voices of good—did not shatter.
If we are to honor those we lost, we must refuse to mirror the cruelty that took them.

Between Hope and Fear

I still walk between hope and fear.
As I write this, negotiations continue between Israel and Hamas—negotiations that could end the war in Gaza, return the forty-eight Israeli hostages, and stop the suffering of all touched by its horrors.

Fear that it may not succeed and hope that a new beginning awaits live in every moment. Both knock at the same time.

I have learned that to hold hope, I cannot let the pain and grief of October 7th define my future—our future.
Hope is fragile but fiercely determined not to let fear lead the way.

Even in the Shadows of Fear, Hope Can Lead

Two years after October 7th, grief and sorrow linger in every breath of both Israelis and Palestinians.
Yet I pray that our longing for life will guide us—to choose leaders who desire and seek peace.

Even in the dark shadows of fear, hope can still lead the way.
My wish, my hope, is that the negotiations succeed—and that together, we can begin to walk through the valleys where healing begins.

Dedicated in blessed memory of my friend, Vivian Silver — a peace activist murdered on October 7th, whose light of compassion and hope still shines through my darkest moments

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