I’m exhausted physically, emotionally, and spiritually today. I didn’t think I had anything left to write. And then a few things happened that changed that.

First, my friend Joanne Fink, an amazing artist, shared what she created in memory of the Bibas children and to remember Shiri Bibas, who’s body was not returned yesterday and who remains missing. This powerful piece of art both warmed and broke my heart at the same time. I look at the pictures of the two boys, Ariel and Kfir, and see their sweetness. I look at Shiri and see a mother in love with her husband and two children, with a family and dreams that were shattered. It leaves me warm inside, broken inside, and confused. I rotate between aching for Yarden Bibas who survived nearly 500 days of captivity and torture by Hamas only to come home to discover his children were brutally murdered and his wife is dead and pure rage at Hamas for how they murdered these children and their mother. That doesn’t even take into account the Red Cross who never visited a single hostage, UNRWA who participated in the events of October 7th and who’s employees took and hid hostages. It doesn’t include the ICC and their ludicrous antisemitic claims of war crimes and genocide against Israel. We saw the Ariel and Kfir Bibas what real war crimes look like.

In The Wall Street Journal, Bernard-Henri Lévy poses challenges with what the last weeks of Kfir and Ariel Bibas’ lives may have looked like, after the infant and toddler’s bodies were identified by forensics following their release from Gaza. He writes:

“One must imagine the life of Kfir and Ariel as hostages if, as is probable, they were torn from their mother’s arms. Imagine the life of a baby who spends most of his time in dark, damp tunnels. Imagine the life of a toddler, ripped from his family without understanding. Picture them playing, because children always play. Did they have stuffed animals or spent shell casings? Legos or guns to lick instead of honey-coated letters? Were they hungry? Thirsty? Did they scrape mud with their tiny nails or drink contaminated water? Did the captors change Kfir’s diapers, or did they let him sit in his own filth until his skin burned? Did they have talcum powder? Medicine for fevers? What did the masked jailers do when the boys cried, were scared of night noises, or asked the stars about their fate when they were briefly allowed outside? Did they hit them? Strike them with rifle butts? Did they amuse themselves by firing their Kalashnikovs into the air to frighten them further? Did Ariel become the guardian of his baby brother? Did they live out their brief lives together or separately?”

I doubt that they were treated humanely. I doubt that Kfir had his diaper changed frequently if at all. The horror that this toddler and infant must have experienced is unbearable. Before reading his words, I couldn’t go to a place of imagining how their life must have been from October 7th until their death a few weeks later. Now it is all I can think of. That, along with the ways that Hamas, UNRWA, the Red Cross, the UN, the ICC, and all those who used their Jew hatred to ensure these children suffered horribly, should pay for their crimes. It may not be healthy, but I want vengence. I want those involved with this evil to pay a horrible price. I want the world to understand that Jewish blood and Jewish lives are not cheap. It has a high price. Perhaps when the Jew haters see the price that is paid for those who choose evil and hate, we can encourage others to walk away because they don’t want the consequences of their actions and of their hate. It would be nice if we lived in a world where people were filled with gratitude all the time, appreciative for what that have, and didn’t hate those who were different. Unfortunately we don’t. We live in a world where peace comes through strength and often times through fear. People choose not to act because of the fear of the consquences rather than their righteous belief and actions. It is why there is a status titled “Righteous among the nations” for those who were not Jewish yet stood up and took action against the Nazis of their own free will. The reason is that is not the norm. It’s not what people usually do.

I knew that I would be angry if it turned out the Bibas family was murdered by the terrorists. I didn’t think I realized how angry. I didn’t think I prepared for my anger at the world for minimizing the fact that it was the ‘INNOCENT CIVILIANS’ that kidnapped the Bibas family. I didn’t prepare myself for the brutality of their murder or how they would be returned. I was worried that their murder might be like God with Pharoah, hardening my heart. It seems each hostage return shows more and more of the visciousness of Hamas. Their evil. Starving the hostages. No medical care. Beating them. Isolating them. The horror stories go on and on and those are just the ones we know. Unfortunately I am sure there are many more that aren’t public and may never be public. The way that Ariel and Kfir were murdered, strangled by adult terrorists and then having their bodies desecrated to attempt to hide the way they were murdered, is the icing on the cake for me. I’m done. Any hope that I had for peace are gone. There can be no peace with these monsters. I always had problems with the commandment in the Torah to completely destroy Amalek, even making the point that the obligation is the complete destruction of the Amalekites. It didn’t seem to fit with the Jewish values of Tikkun Olam (repair the world), the Jewish opportunity for Teshuvah (repentence) or our value for human life. In light of October 7th and now the knowledge of the murder of the Bibas family and these beautiful children, the context seems a bit clearer. Sometimes the opportunity for Teshuvah are simply lost. Sometimes the only way to repair the world is to remove things from it, the way we remove tumors from our bodies to allow the body to heal. Sometimes the only way to save lives is to eliminate others. It’s hard writing these words. It’s difficult feeling their impact as they sink in. It is even harder and more difficult to hear the stories of those taken hostage, to stand at the site of the Nova Music Festival and try to comprehend the evil that occurred there, or to walk through Kibbutz Kfar Aza and see what happened to these peace loving people who only wanted to live there in peace with their neighbors in Gaza. I don’t know if this makes me a bad person or it is a character flaw. I only know that it makes me human and that I will fight for the eradication of evil no matter who it is, no matter who they target, and no matter the cost. Evil simply can’t win. Hamas and the terrorists are evil.

Each Friday, my friend Ari Shabat send out a short video about the Torah portion or something related, connecting it to our daily life. This week he talked about prayer and the Bibas family. How we have prayed for this family to return safely for over 500 days. How these children have become part of our life and we only want to see the them returned and returning to life. Despite all our prayers, this did not happen. So does prayer work? Was it worth it? They were murdered in November 2023 and we have been praying for them even after they were actually dead.

The answer is yes. The proof is that on the same day they were officially declared dead and the corpses of these beautiful children were identified, 3 bombs blew up on busses outside Tel Aviv at 9 pm. After a thorough investigation, 2 more bombs were found on busses in Tel Aviv, set for 9 am. There is a big difference in 9 pm and 9 am. At 9 pm the busses were parked and nobody was on them. At 9 am, they would be packed with people and in major city centers. Perhaps, our prayers that couldn’t save the Bibas children and their mother, because they were already dead, instead saved hundreds of people on the day their death became official. You can watch his video and think about it yourself

Since it was made official that the Bibas babies were murdered, my social media feed has been filled with images. I wanted to share some of the powerful ones here. The Bibas family will not be forgotten. The massive outcry is far overdue. The reality of Hamas and how they attacked, murdered, and kidnapped those who most wanted peace is beginning to sink in for the masses. The President of Argentina made a day of mourning for the Bibas family (they are Argentinian). Americans finally woke up to the fact that there were Americans murdered and taken hostage on October 7th. The public displays that Hamas has held upon each hostage release is finally being seen by the masses who chose to ignore evil.

This morning I say this video of the Bibas family. It broke my heart to watch. I urge you to watch it. You will be deeply touched knowing this bright family, filled with hope for the future, filled with love and joy, was exterminated my Hamas and their evil.

When I saw this video of Ariel Bibas, in full batman costume, running down the sidewalk and heard his voice crying out in joy, I was devastated. Watch it and yoou will realize that the’innocents in Gaza‘ not only kidnapped this little boy, they handed him over to Hamas who then strangled him with their hands and then brutalized his dead body to try to cover it up. Unbelievable evil. Unbelievable horror.

I have been changed since October 7th and again just this past week with the confirmation of the murder of Ariel, Kfir, and Shiri Bibas. It is no longer enough to try to wake up those who have their heads in the sand. It is no longer enough to try to educate those who don’t know. It’s time to wake those who will fight. It is time to take those who are ready to fight, who are ready to take action, who understand that the world of October 6, 2023 no longer exists and never will again. We live in a new reality and a new world. Are you a sheep that needs to be woken up? Are you a sheep that needs a lion to protect you? Or are you a Lion, ready to fight. Ready to defend your life and your people. Are you willing to take the risk and hope that you and your family are not next or are you going to do all you can to ensure that the murder of Shiri, Ariel, and Kfir never happens to another Jewish family again? It’s your decision. It’s your actions. It’s up to you to decide. I know that I’m a lion. I am roaring loudly so you have to listen. And I will fight to protect my family – not just my wife and children, but my entire Jewish family around the globe. If you are a sheep, that means I’ll be doing my best to protect you until you decide you want to be a lion too.

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