I’ve attended Hebrew school since I was two years old. And for
every prayer we face east, the direction of Jerusalem. Every Pesach we recite “Next
Year in Jerusalem” meaning that next year we will be in the land of Israel
enjoying Jerusalem. After praying toward
Jerusalem all year, there is no better feeling than being back in Jerusalem and
feeling the energy of the Kotel.
Last night I visited the wall. The Kotel on Friday night is
always crowed with locals, tourists, and people of every religion, color, and creed.
Some people leaving notes in the wall, some people praying, and some people crying
with joy that they receive by being in such an overwhelming situation. Every
time I visit the wall, it’s like the first time and it is always a beautiful
and spiritual experience.
Today I traveled around the old city of Jerusalem after
meeting a Yeshiva student who offered to show me around. Because Jews are not supposed
to work on Shabbat, we walked through the shops in the Arab and Christian Quarter.
The diversity never seizes to amaze me.
We walked by Jews, Arabs, Russians, Armenians, Ethiopians, Monks, and tourists
from Asia, South America, Europe, Africa, and so on.
In America the historical landmarks never exceed three
hundred years. In Jerusalem are buildings overs three thousand years old, built
by my Jewish ancestors. And that is a beautiful thing. That is why I consider
Israel my home.
-D.M.
-D.M.
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