I am Jewish, as my wuman. We, avataresses, tend to adopt our wumen’s identity, so Je suis un Juif. I see her grief, her tears for the murdered yesterday at the kosher supermarket in Paris, and can but share her emotional state. An avataress has feelings too, you know.
Friday, we were preparing ourselves to light the Shabbat candles. We are not religious, but keep the tradition. Suddenly, the bed news broke in, and turned the table around. While keeping an eye on the TV, we had to light the Shabbat candles carrying a big stone in our heart. Some of our people were locked up in a supermarket facing a terror attack. Not an easy feeling.
We say the pray with a deep intention, continuing with Psalm 23, hopping with our whole heart for a happy ending:
1The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
As my wuman summed: “Again we, the Jews, pay the price of the stupid cowered leaders of the world keeping their silent. In Hebrew we call it: to fill one’s mouth with water. May these drek leaders drown!”
I accuse the French government of not taking the right actions to stop terrorism against its Jewish citizens. Now terror is attacking them in their face. Maybe it’ll be an awakening call for zem. One can but hope, but it’s too late for those who were murdered.
Hoe would you like to live in this damned society?