Passover's Eternal Flame
David WilderMarch 29, 2013
This time of the year is always special. Spring is arriving, the weather
becoming really beautiful, and lots and lots of people in Hebron.
Hebron’s Passover celebration included, this year, well over 50,000
people. Wednesday and Thursday were the ‘big days’ with all of Ma’arat
HaMachpela open to Jewish visitors, including the Isaac Hall, open to us only 10
days a year.
Thursday’s music festival didn’t leave any of the tens of thousands
disappointed. The shows began at 12:30 in the afternoon and continued until
almost 7:30, when Lipa Schmeltzer put on a show never to be forgotten. First he
sang and danced a duet with Chaim Yisrael, and then continued by himself. It was
a huge amount of fun.
As were the children’s events, tours, and just seeing so many wonderful
people walking the streets of Hebron’s Jewish community, following in the
footsteps of Abraham and Sarah, King David, and multitudes of Jews over the
centuries.
That having been said, I must admit that, with all its energy and fun,
and as much as I look forward to and enjoy these days, this year, my favorite
event didn’t occur in Hebron.
Those of you who have read these articles over the years may remember
numerous essays about Gush Katif. My favorite place in Gush Katif was, as I
described it many times, the Garden of Eden in Gaza, a community called Kfar
Darom. My family vacationed there several summers, having befriended a
delightful family, who had adopted my oldest daughter, Bat-tzion, when she spent
her year of volunteer service there.
Several articles featured the Sudri family, and among others, their
oldest daughter, Tamar.
The last time I wrote about her was a few years ago, after her marriage
to a wonderful man named Oneg. A couple of years ago they had their first child,
a little girl.
Last week, Tamar gave birth to their first boy. Today was his ‘brit’ –
circumcision. A few of us from Hebron traveled an hour and a quarter, south, to
the festivity.
After the destruction and expulsion from Kfar Darom, the Sudri family was
moved to an apartment building in Ashkelon. From a nice house, to an apartment.
Not great, but ‘temporary.’
Honestly, I don’t remember how long they were there. Many too many years.
The new homes in a new community, as they’d been promised, never materialized.
About two years ago they finally received a ‘kara-villa- that is, a so-called
fancy mobile home, outside a community called Nir Akiva, east of Gaza, near
Netivot and Beer Sheva. The called the new community Shavei Darom, ‘Returning
South.’
Speaking to one of the men there this morning, I asked about permanent
housing. He pointed in the direction of a big empty area, and said, ‘there.’
“Has anything started, any building?” He shook his head no. “When?” He just
shrugged his shoulders.
I get very emotional at Gush Katif – Kfar Darom events. They bring back
many many memories. I walked into the small synagogue and immediately noticed
the plaque on the wall. I remembered it from the Kfar Darom synagogue. A
memorial sign, for those people from the community, killed there by
terrorists.
On another wall, letters spelling out ‘Kfar Darom, M’az u’le’tamid’ –‘
Kfar Darom, from then and forever.’ Including, of course, photos of the
community sites and people.
The baby’s brit didn’t take too much time. A great grandfather held the
infant, who was named Tzvi. Afterwards, we participated in the festive meal,
before heading back to Hebron.
Before the meal I asked Tamar’s mother who the baby was named for and she
didn’t know. I mentioned, ‘well, Eretz Yisrael is compared to a Tzvi – a deer, I
wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what’s behind the name. That would be fitting of
Tamar. Later, when Oneg spoke, he did say that one of the reasons for the name
was the idea I’d spoken of.
Actually, as much as I enjoyed seeing my friends, the Sudris, and
participating in the celebration, my real focus was on Tamar. I’d known her
since she was a little girl and had witnessed her evolvement through the most
horrible events that can be imagined. Rocket attacks, terror attacks,
culminating in expulsion.
I’ve seen her every once in a while, but this was special, seeing her
with her husband and two small children. She glowed, radiating joy.
How? How does one reach such bliss with so many scars?
The answer, I think, is not difficult to fathom. We are in the midst of
the Passover holiday, celebrating the exodus from Egypt. Jews had been enslaved
for hundreds of years, had almost entirely lost their Jewish identity, having
assimilated into the Egyptian culture. Yet they never gave up hope of
redemption, and the Divine hand of G-d did redeem them, removing them from
foreign bondage with miracles galore.
That is, in brief, the history of the Jewish people, time and time again.
Could anyone have imagined that three years after a holocaust, the Jewish people
would be able to found a State and victoriously fight a war of
independence?
That flow of optimism, being able to see the light, even in the darkest
of rooms, keeps us going; that’s what, I believe, keeps Tamar going. We all
blessed the family that their next simcha – celebration, should take place back
in Kfar Darom, including Tzvi’s Bar Mitzva and wedding.
And it will happen. We will go back to Kfar Darom, and Netzarim, and Neve
Dekalim and all the other communities destroyed, they will be rebuilt and
repopulated, they will grow and thrive, it will happen. Just as we were redeemed
from Egypt – will will go back home to Kfar Darom.
Seeing Tamar, with her husband Oneg and their two small children – this
is the eternal flame, this is the result of what happened some 3,300 years ago,
that we still celebrate today.
This is what made this year’s Passover special for me.
All photos: David Wilder