[Originally posted by Hanoch Daum, translated by JewishMOM.com]
My husband, Tal Shoham (Tal ben Nitsa) is still a hostage in the hands of the Hamas.
I came back from that place- along with my children, my mother, and a few other relatives.
On October 7th I lost my father, my aunt, my handicapped uncle, and his caretaker.
Four dead, nine kidnapped, one family.
I wrote something- I hope you’ll see, I hope you’ll repost, I hope Tal will come back to us, safe and sound.
If it was up to me.
If it was up to me, I would take the car.
Turn right before the gate to Be’eri, go straight through Nakhbir and the wadi to Bureij.
Across the dirty, dusty alleyways, down the dark, damp tunnels.
All the way to you. Looking into your eyes and holding you tight.
I would tell the kidnappers that it’s been too long, that we can’t go on like this.
I would take you, hand in hand, to the car and drive straight up Salah Al-Din Road until the Rafah border crossing, and from there to Kerem Shalom.
To breathe. For the first time in 10 months.
We’ll have time to talk.
The most important thing is that you’re here, that we’re here.
I would stop someplace to get you some good coffee, and something tasty to eat.
Then, you’d be headed to the kids, with their warm hugs, waiting for you in this new world.
(In this photo, we’re coming out of an escape room just one year ago. When will we emerge from this awful escape room? Please, please, may it be soon.)