Does Praying for the rebuilding of the Temple incite the Muslims?

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Share and keep on sharing. https://www.facebook.com/theisraelproject/videos/10154696521302316/ Yemitie music played by the real McCoy https://www.facebook.com/israel.vana/videos/10207658553398315/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yh5uWajtPtA&index=4&list=PLskR9QmoFzUOG_49xXZ5o-jnYG5yVbg1r Season 1, Episode 1: Breaking The Fast (YidLife Crisis) Funniest Yiddish show on Internet today Orthodox and Conservative Jews pray every day for rebuilding the Holy Temple. The radical Islamic agenda calls that "incitement." Millions of Jews Inciting Muslims by Praying for Rebuilding Holy Temple print Jewish prayer at t\he Western Wall of the ancient courtyard of the destroyed Holy Temples. This is a blog post by Tzvi Ben-Gedalyahu From the Muslim point of view, millions of Jews are inciting Mohammed's followers by praying every day that the Holy Temple be rebuilt. Arab media have made it a daily ritual, almost a prayer, to charge that the Israeli government and Jews visiting the Temple Mount are really plotting to rebuild the destroyed Temple. Prime Minister Binyamin Netanyahu has taken a tough stand against Jews who even try to utter a prayer on the Temple Mount, which boils the blood of Muslims who respond with violence, which nevertheless their clerics preach from Temple Mount mosques. Perhaps the Obama administration is not aware of it, but millions of Jews, including those from the Conservative stream of Judaism, pray every day for rebuilding the Temple. Arab media occasionally refer to the prayers as proof of the "plot" to destroy the Al Aqsa mosque by archaeological excavations that supposedly are carried out in order to weaken the mosque's foundations and cause the mosque to collapse, if radical Islamic sacrilege don't beat them to the punch and bring down the house on themselves The next step, according to the Arab paranoia, is a construction crew entering and building the Third Temple. Neither the Palestinian Authority nor Jordan, which is the formal "custodian" of the Temple Mount, has stated that worldwide Jewish prayers are incitement, but it may be just a matter of time. American-Israeli journalist Maayan Jaffe wrote this week for JNS: [Is] the current Palestinian uprising is solely political? Not so, says Adnan Abu Amer, dean of the Faculty of Arts and Humanities at the National University for Open Education. From his perspective, some worrying trends indicate, 'we are regressing into a religious war…. 'We are seeing a politicization of religious values – people using religion for political purposes. This is dangerous.' She also quoted Ofer Zalzberg, senior analyst with the Middle East Program of the International Crisis Group, as noting that "one-fifth of the Likud membership is national religious" and that Jews following "a Messianic, Temple-focused Judaism" believe they are fighting a "holy war." See the whole story at: http://www.jewishpress.com/blogs/guest-blog/millions-of-jews-inciting-muslims-by-praying-for-rebuilding-holy-temple/2015/12/30/0/ Official: There Was No Way to Get Duma Confession Without Torture By: David Israel Published: January 4th, 2016 print Protesters demonstrating how Shabak applied physical pressure and torture to Jewish suspects in the Duma case. Photo Credit: Nati Shohat/FLash90 A senior defense official told Israel Radio on Monday that it would have been impossible to solve the Duma village arson murder case without the use of torture and continuous physical pressure. According to the official, who wished to remain anonymous, all the actions taken against the minor who is one of the suspects in the case were approved by the Supreme Court. The same source added that the defense apparatus has no doubt that Amiram Ben Uliel is the one who threw the Molotov cocktails at the Dawabsheh family home, causing the death of three family members. The source noted that Ben Uliel knew details that had not been publicized about the attack and showed investigators during a reenactment of the crime his path into and out of the village. However, Shabak investigators are still open to the possibility that others participated in the crime, and that Ben Uliel is refusing to expose them. This would make for a curious cross examination in court, when those same investigators would have to defend under oath a version of the crime they may not themselves fully believe. Reports from the time of the arson case had four Jews whose faces were covered escaping from the village towards Ma'aleh Efraim. Other testimonies had two suspects, faces covered, standing near the burning house. The discrepancies between these much publicized versions of the event and Ben Uliel's confession will certainly play a role in the trial, particularly should the defendant himself take the stand. The fact is that, at first glance, it may be that the prosecution was still not ready to come up with indictments, and was forced to take whatever Shabak had prepared for them under public pressure, having already kept the suspects under incognito incarceration for a long period of time. As to the suspect knowing details that only police and the criminal would have known — the annals of Israeli justice are rife with cases in which police argued just that against confessed defendants who were later proven innocent. The Shabak and the prosecution are in an unenviable spot, where they are convinced they have their man but are unable to prove it using acceptable methods. About the Author: David writes news at JewishPress.com. THE LAST CAB RIDE I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. 'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.' 'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?' 'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.. 'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice. ' I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice.. 'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. 'What route would you like me to take?' I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now . ' We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. 'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse. 'Nothing,' I answered. 'You have to make a living,' she said. 'There are other passengers,' I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. 'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.' I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.. . I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware - beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one. PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID. BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL. At the bottom of this great story was a request to forward this - I deleted that request because if you have read to this point, you won't have to be asked to pass it along, you just will... Thank you, my friend... Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance. View this email in your browser You are receiving this email because of your relationship with Rabbi Yehuda Lave. If you do not wish to receive any more emails, you can unsubscribe here. 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