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Rare footage of the Israeli conquere of Jerusalem, 1967
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What
does Jerusalem and the Wailing Wall mean to a Jew can hardly be described in
words. Only when one understands the sacred meaning of Jerusalem and the Wall one
can express these feelings that overwhelms any person who visits the Jewish
Capital Jerusalem.
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Bar
Mitzvah at the Wall
December
23, 1985
May
21, 2012
Nurit
Greenger
Today,
April 20, 2012, in the Hebrew calendar 28 Iyar 5772 is Jerusalem Day, in Hebrew
Yom Yerushalayim.
Looking
back, it will be worthwhile putting on paper a story I own that directly
relates to that historical day, most emotional for the Jewish people. It is when,
on the second day of the Six Day War, Mordechai "Motta" Gur, then the
Commander of the Paratroops Brigade that regained Jerusalem shouted, and which
was recorded for the history books, "Har Habayit Be'yadeinu," Temple Mount
is in our hands…
On June 5 at 7:45AM Israeli time, Israel's civil defense
sirens sounded all over the country and the Six Day War began.
On June 7,
1967, IDF paratroopers broke into the old city through the Lions' Gate, advanced
through the Old City toward the Temple Mount and the Western Wall, bringing
Jerusalem’s holiest site under Jewish control for the first time in 2000 years.
As Lt. General Gur's brigade approached
the Old City he announced to his company commanders, and there are sound
recordings of the scene, “We’re sitting right now on the ridge and we’re seeing
the Old City. Shortly we’re going to go in to the Old City of Jerusalem, that
all generations have dreamed about. We will be the first to enter the Old
City...” and shortly afterwards, “The Temple Mount is in our hands! I repeat,
the Temple Mount is in our hands!” General Rabbi Shlomo Goren, then the chief
chaplain of the IDF, sounded the Shofar at the Western Wall to signify its
liberation from enemy hands. To Israelis and Jews all over the world, this was
a joyous and momentous occasion. Many even consider it a gift from God. Israel conquers
Jerusalem: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpS8z8pzQgs
AND http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__f3-j_2DN0).
Immediately
after the war, on my last days in military service, I was privileged to take a "tour"
of Gaza, the Golan Heights, "West Bank" and Jerusalem. For the first
time I saw the land our army returned to us, land that legally belongs to the
Jewish nation and was taken from us, in an aggressive war, the Arabs launched
on Israel the day after David Ben-Gurion declared our independence, on 14 May 1948 ( 5 Iyar 5708).
Being in Jerusalem, walking its mystical narrow streets,
standing at the Western Wall and leaving a prayer-wish note in its cracks was
the highlight of that first visit to the Holiest of Holy to the Jewish People,
the outside Wall to the Jewish Temple.
Since then, though I am living abroad, I visited Israel
and the Kotel-the Wall many times.
When my son was about to turn thirteen, on December 7, 1985,
in the Jewish tradition a symbolic birthday named Bar-Mitzvah, I have decided
that there is no other place on earth to celebrate this special birthday date than
the Wall.
From the USA, where I live, with the help of my sister, now
deceased, who lived in Israel, I planned a Bar-Mitzvah day event that turned
to be one of the highlights of my life.
My son A. and I arrived to Israel few days earlier. We
could only schedule the ceremony at the Wall for Monday, December 23, 1985,
slightly later than my son's authentic birthday date being December 7th.
The night before it rained especially hard. Since the
ceremony was to be under the skies I could not sleep; if it continued raining
the ceremony could not take place.
But God was there, the entire day and beyond. The clouds moved
on and the sun, specially bright that day, warmed the earth, smiled at us and caressed
us lovingly. So that people would not
have to travel and fight traffic, I hired a bus and a tour guide for the day. What
better day could it be to have a tour guide to deliver, even to Israelis a
lesson in geography and history about their own country. The bus arrive on time and we departed from
my, now deceased, mother's home in Haifa, heading to Jerusalem and picking up
guests along the way. It was great kinship to see and get together with many
family members and friends who I invited to share the special day with us.
When we got to the Wall, the rabbi who was assigned to
guide my son through the ceremony greeted us. He was concerned that since the Bar-Mitzvah
boy did not speak Hebrew he will not be able to recite well the Biblical
chapter and the Haftarah assigned for his birth date and for which he studied for
months. I was nervous too.
(The Haftarah is a series of selections from the books of
Ne'vi'im-Prophets of the Hebrew Bible-Tanach that is publicly read in synagogues
as part of Jewish religious practice. The Haftarah reading follows the Torah
reading on each Shabbat.)
At the Wall the guests split; men were to stand near the
Bar-Mitzvah groom on the Wall's courtyard while the women stood in close
proximity behind a stumpy wall.
My son A. was nervous; his blood was drained from his
face. Since I was divorced, his father
did not attend the ceremony and my brother-in-law and a childhood friend took
over the father's position to assist him.
My son was sent to an enclosure near the Wall to fetch
the Bible scroll from which he was to read. He emerged majestically embracing
and carrying the scroll and walked to put it on the podium table where he was
to stand and read . Then the ceremony began; my son began to read his assigned
Bible chapter and Haftarah in perfect order. First he read softly with slight nervous vice
and then he picked up the tempo. His voice grew louder and the reading flawless.
As he was reading, in flowing Hebrew the rabbi's face lit up; he was impressed
how well my son was trained to deliver the reading. And the guests, oh' the guests,
they were in happy land. The sun was especially caressing and the Jerusalem
wind was cooling; standing by the Holiest of Holy Wall, the tears and smiles of
joy while being among friends and family and the flawless Bar-Mitzvah ceremony all
reminded us how proud we need to be as Jews.
I was in Heavenly Jerusalem and in heavenly happiness. I
could not have been happier. There is no
other place on earth where a Jewish boy can celebrate his beginning of manhood
and his entering a an adult life of responsibility than the Wailing Wall, near
where the First and Second Jewish Temples stood. The candies the guests threw
at the birthday boy, the singing and the smiling faces attested to that.
From there we all gathered in the Holy Land Hotel where
we held the most delicious later lunch event.
The day turned as perfect as God can deliver in His city,
Jerusalem
There
is no greater national joy that I enjoy more than knowing that ALL of Jerusalem
is in OUR HANDS, in Jewish hands. There
are no other emotions to compare with to the emotions that engulf me and burst
out of me when I stand at the Wall, before, then, at my son's Bar-Mitzvah and till
today.
Har
Habayit Be'yadeinu. Har Habayit Hu She'lanu-Temple Mount is in our hands, it is
ours.
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Clips from Israeli paratroopers entering ancient Jerusalem and arriving at
the Wall
Too anyone who still
accept the myth that so-called “East” Jerusalem is an Arab city, historically
separate from Israel’s capital…here is a video to watch. On this 2012 Jerusalem Day, in honor of the
45th anniversary of the final reunification, please share this video: Jerusalem: The Media Myth of Two Cities
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXSvrAe5xEM
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