Cinderella & the Israeli Soldier
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Cinderella & the Israeli Soldier

Cinderella & the Israeli Soldier

A glimpse of life in Israel you don’t get to hear in the mainstream media.

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Arriving in Akko early one spring morning, an elite IDF paratrooper unit started exploring the narrow stone streets of this ancient seaport. As part of their rigorous training, they need to learn how to navigate in an urban environment. So they found themselves in Akko, a city in which Arabs, Jews and Christians all manage to reside together. The old city walls that surround the port are remnants from the Crusader period.

Divided into groups, the paratroopers glanced around to get their bearings. Though alike in their olive-green uniforms, with their M16's casually dangling down their backs, one soldier stood out from the rest of his comrades. His name was Dov, "bear" in Hebrew. At six foot four, wide shoulders and bulging muscles strained against the fabric of his extra-large uniform, it was a most appropriate name. Yet Dov was always cheerful, kind-hearted and popular with his fellow soldiers.

Just then a group of young Arab schoolchildren hurried past, chattering rapidly to one another.

"I wonder what they're saying?" Yair, one of the soldiers, commented.

"They said if they're late for school, they will be in trouble," Dov replied.

"Since when do you know Arabic?" Tali laughed.

"I learned it in school, just like you did," Dov told him.

"Okay, if you know Arabic so well, go talk to one of those school kids," Tali challenged, "and we'll listen into your conversation."

"Sure," Dov agreed amiably.

He noticed one tiny girl trailing slightly behind the rest of the schoolchildren. She must have been about five but small for her age, with olive skin and short black hair. A fragile little sparrow of a girl, but she had spunk. When this enormous Israeli soldier with an M16 squatted down in front of her, she was unperturbed. Her dark-bright eyes looked directly into his hazel ones.

"Hello, cutie, how are you today? My name is Dov. What's your name?" he asked in fluent Arabic, using a soft, friendly tone.

The child smiled but did not reply.

"Let me guess your name then. Is it Fatima?"

The little girl shook her head.

"Could it be maybe, Hanan?"

She giggled. "No."

"Hmm, let me think then…is it Yasmin?"

"That's my big sister's name," the child replied.

Dov's knowledge of female Arabic names was exhausted. "I give up!" he exclaimed.

"My name is Cinderella," the child announced proudly.

Dov laughed. "You're joking! Is your name really Cinderella?"

"Yes," she insisted. "That's really my name."

"Well, Cinderella, it was nice talking to you. Have a good day at school."

Dov unfolded himself back to his towering height. The child scampered off down the narrow stone street.

"Well, what do you have to say?" Dov turned to his friends with a smug smile. "Now do you believe I can speak Arabic?"

"I guess you do," Tali reluctantly admitted.

"Yeah, but you spoke only to a little kid. How hard was that?" Yair challenged.

But Dov was still following Cinderella with his eyes. Perhaps she sensed he was watching her for suddenly she turned around, gave a quick grin and a wave of her small hand, whirled round again and smashed her head into a stone wall. She cried out in pain and in an instant Dov was beside her. He scooped her up, examined the bump on her forehead, and gently wiped away her tears with his huge hand.

"Cinderella, don’t cry," he murmured comfortingly. "It's a big bump but it will feel better soon. I wish I had some ice to put on it. That's what my mom did for my bumps when I was a little kid."

Cinderella sniffed. "You bumped your head too?" she asked wonderingly.

Dov laughed. "Sure, my head may be big but I still get my share of bumps. We all do. Tell me, would a candy help your head feel better?" he asked, fishing inside his uniform pocket and offering her the sweet.

She nodded, blinking away her tears, and popped the candy into her mouth.

"Now tell me where your school is, Cinderella, and I’ll take you there."

She pointed with a tiny finger. "Down that street."

Both were unaware how incongruous they looked. But at that moment, it did not matter.

So Dov, the huge Israeli soldier with the M16 on his back and compassion in his eyes, gently carried his new little friend right to the gate of her school. Both were unaware how incongruous they looked. But at that moment, it did not matter. At school, Cinderella may be taught to hate the man who had so tenderly carried her there, but perhaps she will remember him with fondness, as he will remember her…

The media was totally unaware of this event. CNN was not there to record it, British reporters did not witness the sight.

But this story did come from a very reliable source – my own soldier son, Tali, who was there to witness this encounter in ancient Akko early that spring morning.

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Published: September 24, 2011


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Visitor Comments: 30

(24) Beverly, August 18, 2014 5:29 PM

I loved the stories.

The love the feeling one gets from The comradship of the Israeli Soldiers. And of course hearing the Hebrew Music

(23) Idan Greenberg, April 14, 2013 11:22 AM

prejudice and racist

This article shows the author's own prejudice towards the Arab population of Akko. The story start with the fact that the children were speaking in Arabic and yet, despite passing some soldiers, were mundanely talking about being late for school. The story should have ended their, however, Tal, the author's son did not believe this and challenged Dog to continue talking to a girl. Why did Talk not believe that Dog spoke Arabic, or why did he not believe that the kids were merely commenting about being late for school? Perhaps the closing paragraph shows this where the author make the assumption that ''at school she may be taught to hate the soldier.'' This seems highly unlikely as, not only did the girl in the story seemed completely unphased by the soldier, but the first group of children were merely commenting on being late and not swearing at the soldiers or anything else that will make us think that at this particular school hatred of soldiers is taught. Perhaps Tal grew up in a house where every Arab is a suspect, even children walking to school. So, let us not assume that they ALL hate us and let us seek peace where these little opportunities lie.

Holy man, July 31, 2013 6:49 PM

Critical

Why can't u stop looking to criticize every little move and analyze every thought just enjoy the story and experience

Yehoshua Shiloni, October 28, 2013 8:39 AM

Yeh Idan!

It's people like you who believe in the "goodness" of these terrorists and children of terrorists who just can't seem to understand that they are taught to HATE US! Our country doesn't even exist on the maps that WE pay for with our taxes!
Sure, cinderella is cute, but her older sister is already learning on why Jews are the root of all evil in this world!
BE REAL IDAN! You would not last 5 minutes in ANY Israeli Arab village in uniform, let alone if they knew you were a DIB!

(22) dia, December 15, 2011 7:46 PM

Cinderella

Breathtaking and beautiful....

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