Dispel the Darkness

7 years ago eglazer 0

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. “Not again,” I cried to myself. I turned my alarm clock off, it was Tuesday morning and I thought I would be returning to school finally, after being sick and taking Monday off, but not today. I went back to bed, and a few hours later I woke up, I felt as if I was having one of my worst days ever, especially because how could I be sick the day before Purim? Little did I know, my worst day was insignificant compared to what those in Brussels were experiencing.
After waking up and trying to function, I turned on the t.v. while simultaneously scrolling through instagram. I started seeing posts with captions such as, “Pray for Brussels” and “Pray for the World.” “Okay, what is going on here,” I thought to myself, as I switched the channel to the news. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, another terrorist attack. Now I was even more sick– sick to my stomach and sick of the hate that seems to be taking over the world, one attack at a time. The fear of not being well enough for my CTeen’s Purim party suddenly diminshed, and my fear transferred over to the people in Brussels. I prayed that they would be safe.
Wednesday arrived, and I was well and able to go to my chapter’s party. At the party, our CTeen rebbetzin explained to me that in Brussels everyone is in mourning due to the bombing. Not only that, but they were told by the government that due to safety precautions, they would not be able to celebrate Purim in a loud and flashy way. That’s when I realized we here in Cincinnati, Ohio, would have to celebrate BIG this year and be happy for their sake. We would have to unite and add more light into the world for the sake of the Jews in Brussels.
Over Purim, I had a lot of time to think about my perspective and the way I view the world. It’s really hard not to take things for granted, especially living here, in the US in the year 2016, with all of the amenities I could need and want. My ‘bad days’ are nothing in comparison to what people are going through in Brussels now. I think of Purim in Brussels, and it reminds me of what the Jews must have felt like throughout different times in history, when they had to hide their beliefs and customs. I may not be able to change the situation in Brussels from all the way over here, but we—myself and my CTeen chapter—will be sure to continue adding happiness and joy into our days and the days of everyone we come across for the rest of the month of Adar and beyond. Let us all Unite with Light and dispel the darkness.