I didn’t stop crying.

I spent last night at the Kotel greeting refugees from Gaza.

I didn’t stop crying, but I also didn’t stop singing and dancing.

In front of me were the heroes of Israel.

Who can stand on the holy ground where they walk?

We spent the night in tears, in song, in talk, in dance, in silence.

Religious Jewish communities from all over Israel came to greet and support our heroes.

We all came to the same conclusion.

The Left, the Hilonimm, can kick us out, can beat us, can lie, can steal, can murder, but they can’t win.

Yesterday at the Kotel proved that.

Klal Yisrael is eternal, and we passed this test, our Emunah is intact.

I can’t stop crying - we won.