After three and a half hours of waiting around my name was called. I walked over to the officer and watched as he stared at the picture on my passport. He scrolled his eyes towards my face, momentarily scanning it before returning his gaze to my passport. Then closing it slowly, he handed me the passport, and in an indifferent tone uttered the word ‘enter’.
As I walked past the barriers and made my way into the arrival lounge, a thought crossed my mind. And what about that day when we will all be gathered and our names will be called out one by one? On that day when some are granted entry and others are denied. What about that day? When every act of injustice and every act of kindness will be weighed up; when every deed will have to be accounted for; when every oppressor will be called by name and taken to task, what then?
What will you say Oh Israel ? What will you say on that day?
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