Dear Islamist.....While you are sitting in a cave, smoking hookah, plotting the downfall of the infidels and dreaming of all those virgins, please consider the following. Haran Wolfovitz Yaffe grew up in Amirim, a vegetarian community situated in the Upper Galilee in Northern Israel. Like all Israeli's he served in the IDF for 3 years, and like all Israeli's he worked for a living and continued to serve his country. I would tell you that he created a web based start up company in 2005 with more than 70 employees. However, out of respect for your limited ability to comprehend, will avoid details. What I will tell you, is that he recorded a music album in Hebrew. An ancient language spoken by the palestinians three thousand years ago and stolen by Zionist trickery.
In the summer of 2006, the Second Lebanon War started and Northern Israel was bombarded by your relatives, most of whom today are enjoying the pleasures of paradise. The village where Haran grew up was showered by rockets and when a rocket hit his neighbor's house, he joined the front lines as a part of a rescue mission. On August 10th, 2006, the pursuit of Haran’s music career was abruptly put on hold. That morning as he was returning to the Israeli border, he was hit by an anti tank missile after a night of battle. Are you paying attention mr. islamist? Take another puff, we're getting to the good part.
Rushed by helicopter to Rambam Medical Center in Haifa, Haran was near death and lapsed into a coma. While in a coma, his first single, “Boker Tel Aviv” was released in an attempt to wake him up. On the 10th day of his coma, the song was played for the very first time on Israeli radio and miraculously, Haran opened his eyes. Doctors gave him no chance of survival due to the extent of his multiple injuries. These injuries damaged his vascular and nervous systems and he had suffered from a substantial loss of muscle mass of his abdomen wall.
Armed with humor and vigour, Haran faced his injuries fearlessly with an unwillingness to give up. While recovering at Beit Halochem, Haran was visited by his army unit. After moments of discomfort, Haran turned to them, glanced at what was left of his body and said "I've always wanted my d-k to reach the ground!" After spending two years in recovery and rehabilitation, he became the voice of disabled veterans.
But that was not enough for Haran. He studied Liberal Arts at Columbia University, while serving at the Israeli Consulate in New York. Today he is back in Israel and has re-launched his music career. At the same time he is working on a new venture aimed at the way music is being published and distributed. Whoops, lost you there mr islamist. I know....you despise stories with unhappy endings or where the bad guy wins. Get used to it. It will be coming to a theatre in your area soon.
Sincerely Yours
Another Jew
We are aware that this blog is read by many of Israel's enemies. Our new years message to them is simple. Israel is a country of heroes. As long as there is one Haran standing, you will never succeed.
People are like stained glass windows: They sparkle and shine when the sun's out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is light within - Elizabeth Ross
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley