(Originally published in The Times of Israel)
It has been quite a Shushan Purim in Jerusalem.
We were awaken to a tzeva adom (a red alert) at around 6:00 a.m. Nothing like running half asleep to the shelter down the street to get a morning off to a quick start. No coffee needed. After visiting with our neighbors in the shelter–we've gotten to know some very nice people the last few days–the all-clear sounded and we headed home.
One of the most difficult challenges of this war has been deciding when it is safe to jump in the shower. After there has been quiet for a while? Right after an all-clear, the thinking being it will take them a while to launch the next round? Who knows? In any event, I got a quick one in.
The rest of the morning was quiet. Or, I should say, free of missiles. I could hear the sounds of Purim from the streets. Singing, kids laughing, glasses clinking. In the early afternoon I decided it was safe enough to take a walk in the neighborhood to soak up the atmosphere. Lots of kids and adults in costume. A festive atmosphere despite the tension and worry in the air.
Then, an alert sounded. I floundered for a moment, until a man with a big red clown's nose on his face and clown's shoes on his feet told me to follow him to the nearest shelter. Only in Jerusalem on Shushan Purim would I put my life in the hands of a guy with a clown's nose and shoes. But it worked. I spent about 10 minutes in the shelter with my new clown friend, lots of cute Queen Esthers, 10 year-old breakdancers, and soccer players, among others.
The all-clear sounded and I started what I thought was a leisurely stroll back to our apartment. Another alert went off. I was too far from the shelter I had left but not close enough to the one on our street. So I again followed the crowd and found myself with another group of Purim celebrators. This time there was an assortment of dogs with them.
Another all-clear and I got home. Thinking the action was over for the day, I was relaxing or, I should say, doing the best imitation of relaxing that one can do in these circumstances, when at around 4:15 this afternoon, another alert went off. If we are reducing Iran's ability to fire missiles, we have not experienced it today. Could they be throwing some last Hail Mary's? Should I be bringing Mary into this? Aren't things complicated enough?
It is not lost on Israelis that we are taking on an evil Persian regime, and that we killed an evil Persion leader, while we mark a holiday that celebrates the demise of Haman, an evil Persian Prime Minister who wanted to exterminate the Jews and who was stopped by the heroic action of the Jewish Queen Esther.
It also is not lost on Israelis and many Iranians that the Persian King Cyrus ended the Babylonian captivity in 539-538 BCE by issuing a decree allowing the Jews to return to Jerusalem, financed the rebuilding of the Second Temple, and permitted religious freedom, and that, if things go well, the Jewish nation, in partnership with the U.S., might return the favor 3100 years later. What goes around sometimes does come around, we hope.
Friends and acquaintances abroad understandably have many questions and concerns regarding the war or, as some American politicians prefer to label it, operation or action. Secret: It is a war.
