Eli Sharabi's account of terror, and the deafening sound of silence

(JNS) — I watched Eli Sharabi. An eyewitness to horror. A forced journey through hell. I have no right to claim understanding. How can anyone?

Empathy is the only tool of the imagination to relate, but for these hostages, there is no precedent. Hearing him, I ask myself — could I remain this composed? He must be numb. How can he process 491 days of forced and torturous containment? He is now a free man in a deal with the devil. “Where are my wife and daughters?” he asks in the Israel hospital intake room. He learns for the first time that they have been murdered. How can he sit so calmly and d...