When I step back, the Wall becomes the ultimate symbol of our resilience. It is the most sacred and magical space I have ever entered. Even the birds that circle above seem to know that this is holy ground.
 
In seeing the full picture, I stand firm in knowing that the Holy Land is the land of Judea — my ancestors, my indigenous home. And even as the hand appears within the frame, it reminds me that we will defend our land, just as this wall has stood for thousands of years, enduring conquests, earthquakes, and centuries of prayer and pilgrimage.
 
I am proud to be Jewish, to carry the legacy this wall represents, and to add my own prayer to the countless voices that have touched its stones.