Fighting my way to the Western Wall

Reporter's Notebook: Natives, tourists and religious pilgrims flock to Jerusalem holy site for Passover.

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April 10, 2012 00:52
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JEWISH WORSHIPERS at the Kotel

JEWISH WORSHIPERS cover themselves with prayer shawls 370. (photo credit: Marc Israel Sellem/The Jerusalem Post)

Getting to the

Turning the corner at Chain Gate and Hakotel Street, I joined an amalgamated mass – a line – next to the sign that simply reads “Wall,” indicating the final descent into the Kotel complex.

Once through security, I emerged on top of the stairwell looking down at an ocean of people, thousands upon thousands of visitors roaming the bright landscape below and clamoring to the ancient remains of the Temple’s retaining wall.

Several Magen David Adom emergency stations set up all around the area dealt with the potential consequences of the sundrenched, crowded, sweaty and densely populated venue, and also, apparently, served as a meeting point for lost children, husbands and wives as per the occasional loudspeaker announcement.

Families handed off cameras to one another, asking strangers to take their portraits in front of the sacred space as infants howled in the heat. An enormous sign at the entrance to the women’s side of the wall read “no entrance for strollers,” but strollers rolled through the gateway regardless, bumping freely among the rows of prayerful women whose children twirled around next to them. Overhead, Western Wall swifts flew low, swooping comfortably into their perches on the wall itself.

Just in front of the women’s section, members of an Asian-Christian wedding party posed in sparkling white gowns for a photograph, clutching a dragon-like ornament and displaying a banner bearing the golden embroidered letters “YAHSHUA” (Jesus).

Toward the end of my visit, as I was leaning against one of several shady wood partitions in the center of the complex, a young woman and her two little girls approached me, asking if I had a pen and paper.

Tearing a sheet out of my reporter’s notebook and handing over my pen, I watched as the girls wrote what were probably their first notes to tuck into the fractures among the Western Wall stones. Shyly, one of the girls – about five years old – went to the other side of the partition to write her message. “We won’t look,” her mother told her, giggling.

When she was finished, the little girl handed me back the pen with a wide grin.

Looking around, I saw hundreds of parents and their children, religious and not, partaking in that same, generation-old tradition and celebrating freedom on that sunny day together. And I realized that no matter how we divide ourselves and how different we may be, on that Hol Hamoed Passover afternoon at the Western Wall, everyone had come to the same place in search of the same thing.


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