The Feeling You Only Hear About — Lihi Knop, 16
60 days have passed since the war began. 60 days in which I feel empty. 60 days of an emotional roller coaster that doesn’t have a rising trend. All I hear around me is the word “death”, the whispers at school were all gossip and teenage drama, now it’s all about the horrors, the murders, the unspeakable. Social media is covered in videos of people’s last phone calls to their loved ones. I see posts from people describing what they saw when the Hamas terrorists broke into their homes. How they beat, kicked and burned their loved ones and beheaded them in front of their eyes. I break down every time I see an influencer who has changed my life, support and raise money for the people trying to murder me, my friends and my family merely because I am Jewish.
Our television is on the news channel constantly these days, I don’t know what I want to see, maybe it’s the hope of seeing some good news; for a change. I saw on the news a live footage of Hamas terrorist pro-camera throwing grenades at children, toddlers and babies while they screamed for their parents. But their parents won’t come, they are already dead on the kitchen floor.
I’ve tried hundreds of times to think why? Why would people walk around the street whistling and shooting people? Why would anyone take a life; someone you don’t know, a complete stranger, on the sole fact that they are Jewish. I thought about it for a while and remembered one of the worst things that have occurred in history: The Holocaust. At school, on Holocaust Memorial Day, survivors tell us how they had to live for days in a hole they had dug themselves, without food, without water, without air. They told how the Nazis broke into their homes and beat and executed their father, raped their mother and burned their siblings alive. One of the Holocaust survivors came to my school and told me that the Nazis took him and about two hundred other children and babies to a small house, they locked them in there and set it on fire. He heard them laughing outside without caring at all as he struggled to breathe, fighting for every bit of oxygen. Luckily, he survived, unfortunately his two other siblings died in the fire. I always think about how they felt, how incredibly scared they were, how helpless, confused and extremely frightened. However, I could never really understand it, I was not there, my house wasn’t broken into, no one came and murdered my family in cold blood.
One Saturday, I was doing my homework and listening to music, it was a sunny day, the weather was perfect. Suddenly I heard a notification on my cell phone, I opened it and felt my skin burning, it was as if a million little needles had pricked me all at once. I had goose bumps. I was cold, the color had drained from my face, I looked like I had seen a ghost, but I didn’t, I saw worse. I saw three new articles had been published. One was about how a Jewish man was murdered in California after an altercation at an Israeli-Palestine protest. The second was a photo of a Jewish man’s front door in Germany with a swastika spray-painted on it. The third was the worst of all, more photos showing hundreds of gravestones in a Jewish cemetery in Brooklyn with swastikas spray-painted in red.
I found it hard to breathe; I couldn’t breathe, a painful shiver went through my body. It was at that moment, when I realized that this war is not between Israel and Palestine, but worldwide. People in Germany, France and even in the United States, friendly countries, want me dead, but why? They do not know me and I do not know them. It was then when I understood a little of the fear that the Jews had to go through during the Holocaust. The unimaginable fear of existing. I understood the fear when you hear a faint noise outside that makes you jump, thinking they are outside ready to break in and take your last breath. I felt the horrible feeling of something I only heard of in stories.
Will this war turn into another Holocaust? It already feels like it, Jews being tortured, raped, abused, beheaded, burned alive, drowned, electrocuted until their last breath, swastikas sprayed on doors and tombstones.
Will I have to be walked with my eyes closed and my hands tied to a place that was built specifically to kill me? Will I have to hide my three-year-old sister underground with me so they won’t find us?
Will I have to change my identity to keep my life?