Thursday, December 20, 2012



Z-News out of Judea
Brought to you by Zahava Englard of One Israel Fund

On the road again with Marc Prowisor.

Starting out bright and early, I’m on the way down to the southern hills of Hevron with Marc Prowisor, chief of security projects for OIF. The jeep Marc drives, it’s back loaded down with a myriad of security and emergency medical supplies, greets the bumps on the road with a dull heavy thud. We stop at the Gush Etzion junction just south of Efrat to meet Ofer, the head of Hatzola Yosh. Marc opens the trunk of his weathered jeep and lugs out a bounty of emergency medical kits that OIF acquires thanks to the generous donations from our supporters.
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It is One Israel Fund’s guiding principle to encourage unity and we therefore, work together with other organizations throughout Judea and Samaria. There are no egos involved, no elbowing one or the other for the spotlight; rather, we join forces with other groups to create a greater positive impact. 
There is one goal, which is to keep Judea and Samaria flourishing for the Jewish people. Building and further developing the communities along with proper security provisions can accomplish this.

To this end, One Israel Fund is dedicated to the safety of all the residents in all of the communities throughout Judea and Samaria and it makes sense to work in conjunction with others who feel the same way. Hatzolah Yosh, Tatzpit, Regavim are three such groups that OIF is proud to work with. It is the perfect prototype of achdut, unity.

Before leaving the junction, we meet an Israeli soldier from the Kfir unit working his beat. Marc notices that the shluker/camelback he is outfitted with is one of ours, the One Israel Fund emblem proudly stamped onto it. “We gave these out a couple of years ago,” Marc says pointing to the smiling soldier’s shluker. “It’s good to see how well they’re holding up.”

We wind our way back up the road to Caliber 3 tucked off the road northwest of Efrat where Marc speaks with a group of ravshatzim, heads of emergency response teams in Judea who are there for security training, a project funded by OIF. Assessments are made as to what type of security equipment is needed by each response team.

The surveillance equipment we provide is cutting-edge. With the information we gather from the response teams in the field, OIF works together with our manufacturers in making the necessary technological revisions. Our suppliers will update equipment and provide special components, modeling the equipment according to our specific needs.

Subsequently, the IDF has taken notice of what we are doing and the Home-Front Command is interested in working together with us in securing the civilians of Judea and Samaria.
Marc and I continue on highway 60 towards Kiryat Arbah. We stop at the gas station there that houses a small grocery store. I need a quick chocolate fix and Marc needs another coffee. From there we head further south towards Yatir, a community of over one hundred families that boasts an outstanding mechina, a pre-military yeshiva headed by Rav Moshe Hagerlow, a former Division Commander in the IDF. At the mechina, his students are highly motivated with love of the land and social activism. They regularly do farm work and gardening in the community as well as volunteering to help another local farmer in the area, a widow by the name of Dalya Har Sinai, whose husband was killed by Arab terrorists. Despite ongoing threats, she is staying put and OIF protecting her is a big reason why.  In addition, the students volunteer in Sderot and in hospitals.

At Yatir, we also meet with Shai, the director of the mechina who informs us that they badly need an exercise room for the students who wish to train before their army service. Many of these young men strive to serve in elite units. We’re told of three brothers who graduated from the mechina, each of them going on to become pilots. Shai shows us around, and we meet several students working in the kitchen, mostly city kids who are now experiencing a hands-on approach in connecting to the land, thanks to Yatir’s mechina.

We wind our way outside and up a metal staircase bringing us to a look out point that affords us a stunning panoramic view of the surrounding hills with the village of Sussia in the distance as well as the Carmel winery. Shai asks for One Israel Fund’s help in providing the funds toward the exercise room. He also tells us that Yatir’s ambulance is lacking some crucial equipment.

Marc instructs Shai to make a list of what he needs before we continue to the southern Hevron city council to meet Dan, the Regional Director of security in the Hevron Hills. He’s been waiting there for us to bring the shopping list of security equipment that each of the ravshatzim in the area requested for their response teams. It was getting late in the day, when Dan joins us and further discusses the type of security equipment that he requires. “Don’t say another word,” Marc tells him. “I know just what you need”. He follows us to the jeep and Marc shows him one of the latest state of the art mini surveillance cameras. Chanukah may be over, but Dan’s eyes widen, excited with this latest gift from OIF to add to his security arsenal.

In our travels, we discover a surprisingly large and successful cosmetics manufacturer who not only is a major exporter but he is the third generation of his family in the area and he employs Jews as well as Arabs to work in his factory. Marc and I walk through this wonderful find, uplifted by the living example of coexistence in the southern Hevron hills.

All in all, a good productive day.

The sun is just about to set when we head back home, passing by several Jewish communities along the way most of them, secular while some are mixed.  I indulge myself in a nap as Marc drives north.  About a half hour later, he drops me off in Efrat and continues home to Shilo with an entire new list of requirements and security assessments for the Judea region.

There is an answer. One Israel Fund.
Be a partner with us!

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Pamela DuMond, Author: The Gilboa Iris - Author Interview

Pamela DuMond, Author: The Gilboa Iris - Author Interview: I'm pleased to participate in an author blog tour.  Zahava Englard wrote The Gilboa Iris, a romantic thriller.  About the Book Dara ...

Thursday, August 9, 2012

THINGS OVERHEARD on the ONE ISRAEL FUND Day Trip in JUDEA


Sunday, August 5, 2012

SO, Where are all the Movie Options??


Meet the Author of the Gilboa Iris – Zahava Englard

Author of the Gilboa Iris, Zahava Englard, was interviewed by Jill Paterson on the perfectblog website.
PP: The Gilboa Iris is your first sojourn into fiction. Please tell us about it.
ZAHAVA: It’s all about the passion. Like every Israeli living in Israel, I’m passionate about the land. The Gilboa Iris tells a story not just about the passion between the two main characters, but passion between the characters and the Land of Israel. Perhaps it is because we live under a constant existential threat that Israel is a country steeped in passion, where we live for each moment − because one never knows what the next moment will bring.
Over the years, I’ve visited too many families in Israel who had lost loved ones – either in an Arab terrorist attack, or while on active duty in the IDF. One hopes to give a measure of comfort and strength to the bereaved. But what I always found, without exception, is that each of these families provided the strength and encouragement to all who visited THEM. They had such a high level of faith, courage and strength, that out of the depths of their despair when they would recite the blessing, Baruch Dayan Ha-emet, (bless the true judge), they meant it.
After one such visit a couple of years ago, my mind wandered (having my own two sons in the army) to a place a mother never wants it to wander. I thought about how I would react if God forbid……….Would I be as brave as these families? Would I be able to summon up that level of faith? Strength? Courage?
I explored what I thought my reaction would be through a character that I conjured up in my mind, later to become the female protagonist of The Gilboa Iris, Dara Harow. Her reaction was not a pretty one. It was raw and unrestrained. It was unpleasant – at times disturbing. It was human and it was passionate.
Before I knew it, I had a whole scenario playing out in my mind with “Dara,” a young idealistic American student, who travels to Israel to live her dream and must deal with the deadly consequences of Arab terror and global jihad. And with “Roni Ben-Ari,” the symbol of the type of courage and unrelenting hope that can be found in the modern day Israeli.
I don’t like to dwell on despair, so I allowed the tale in my head to weave its way through yarns of action, romance, suspense, even humor, culminating on a note of hope and optimism.
I wanted to transport the reader, invite him or her into the very passionate core of the Israeli. The mainstream media does not paint an accurate or fair picture of Israel and of Israelis. So…In writing The Gilboa Iris, I wanted people to see what I see, what Israelis see and what needs to be seen. I wanted the reader to be submerged in the lives of Dara, Roni and Uri – to feel what my characters felt as if it were palpable – to have the passion permanently imprinted in one’s heart.
PP: And you certainly have done that, Zahava. It’s such a moving story. Not only romance, but intrigue and suspense. A great book! It must have been difficult to keep all the strings going and wrap them up. Did you use a story board or have an outline to keep it organized?
ZAHAVA: Surprisingly, no. The story of The Gilboa Iris had been milling about my head for several months before I finally decided to put it to paper. The outline was embedded in my mind. What I hadn’t worked out, practically wrote itself as I typed. As for the rest, my characters seemed to finish for me, as the story took on a life of its own. The only notes I jotted down for myself was when researching various facts for accuracy or when delving into unfamiliar territory, such as missile technology or how to disable a car without destroying the engine.
PP: Do you have a favourite scene, Zahava?
ZAHAVA: Believe it or not, it was not the spicy romance scenes, the flirty fun chapters or the suspenseful intrigue. My favorite scene was the saddest one in the novel, and what was the most difficult to write. It was the chapter that had Dara face the most devastating consequences of Arab terror, depicting her very real, very pained and at the same time very indignant and passionate reaction. I wrote it out of some deep and sorrow-filled place, impressed upon me from my own experiences after meeting the other victims of terror − those who were left behind to pick up the pieces.
PP: I remember that scene well. It’s imprinted on my mind. It would have been very difficult to write and is a tribute to you. Is there a message in The Gilboa Iris that you want your readers to grasp?
ZAHAVA: Triumph over despair and holding on to hope at all costs. I like happy endings. Not fairy-tale happy endings, but happy endings with the right blend of realism, perhaps…bitter sweet realism and that sense of longing coupled with hope, for that hard to reach tranquil bliss in our Land of Israel. And, as I mentioned previously, I wanted to acquaint the reader with the true heart of the Israeli and to invite him or her into a world that is not portrayed through the international media − to get the real picture.
PP: Well, I think you have gone a long way in doing that, Zahava. What activity (cause, charity, organization) consumes your time when you’re not writing?
ZAHAVA: I have been involved in raising awareness as well as raising funds for humanitarian and security needs throughout Israel, in particular in Judea and Samaria. I have also had the privilege of joining a theater group in Israel known as Raise Your Spirits, whose productions help raise funds for victims of terror.
PP: Is there anything else you would like to share with us, Zahava?
ZAHAVA: As much as it is my dream for my novel to go viral, and sure, to be made into a movie (I say that with a huge grin), it has been a thrill just to have been recognized as a quality writer by my publisher at Gefen Publishing House and to be given an opportunity to put my heart out there to share with others. Because that is what The Gilboa Iris is − a very huge piece of my heart.
PP: Well, I think you’ve written a marvelous book, Zahava, that’s not only filled with romance and suspense, but is also a window into life in Israel. Congratulations and thank you so much for being with us today.
To read the full interview click here.
Click here to purchase Zahava’s page turner “The Gilboa Iris”.
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Monday, July 16, 2012

I had a plan | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel

Time to chuck the plans, I thought. Change is good. Opening the door wide open to possibilities is something to celebrate. Let come what may, allow for the unpredicted and the unintended, and look at each day as an entirely new mind-blowing adventure.





I had a plan | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel

Monday, June 25, 2012

No more Jewish victims -- really? | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel

There is no honor in being a victim. With the right equipment, with the right training, and with the right frame of mind, Arab terror can be stopped and victims can be prevented. The Jewish people have enough memorials. We have zero tolerance for being killed, and we certainly have no interest in erecting another Museum of Tolerance.No more Jewish victims -- really? | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Those Gun-toting Settlers and the Occupied Territories | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel

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‘ve been out on the hilltops, done the protests, skirted the border and riot police, put facts on the ground, represented the settler campaign to various interest groups and to the media, and (involuntarily) had my house showcased on Al Jazeera, (inaccurately) portrayed as an “Arab home stolen by a settler.”

Those Gun-toting Settlers and the Occupied Territories | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Putting the Passion in Perspective

"What inspired you to write The Gilboa Iris?"

This is the question I've been asked most in the past couple of months by friends, book reviewers and enthusiastic readers. My initial knee-jerk response would be something like, "uhhh," while looking back at the curious inquisitor with an equally dumb expression on my face.


Why are you putting me on the spot? There's a reason I write, I thought to myself. I was never good with the adlib, on-the-spot kind of thing. And, inevitably, something more brilliant would pop into my head at a later moment, missing the opportunity to show off my real charm right then and there. Performing under pressure, if you will, was never my forte. I like to think before the words drop out of my mouth. Like spotting a great dress in a store window, I still need to try it on for size before the actual purchase.

Appreciating the value of words, I prefer to choose them carefully, and if I'm lucky, wisely. Let the quick-witted sink their teeth into spontaneous speech. I'm fine with that. Everyone has their own niche. Mine is the pen and paper, or rather, the keyboard and PC monitor.

Having a book launch coming up, I wanted to avoid the glazed look "uhhh" syndrome, and jot down a few thoughts as to what led me to write my first novel, The Gilboa Iris.  So here it goes:

I always wanted to be a rock star...
Yeah, well, that didn't pan out. So, naturally, I decided to go for the next logical sure thing and become a writer. Scoff now, but ye shall see....


It's all about passion.

I didn't know that I was going to write this novel. It wasn't planned. Even while having the story line rampage through my mind for months, it still didn't occur to me that what I had was the material for a great novel (if I say so myself). The Gilboa Iris is a novel of passion. Not only passion between the characters, but a passion for life, and a passion for the Land of Israel. And, just as passion can erupt unexpectedly, so to, did the writing of this novel.

The story line developed out of a deeply entrenched ardent fervor for Israel and a keen awareness of the Israeli condition as opposed to the human condition. My own thoughts and perspectives somehow formed into a full blown plot with characters that soon would become as alive on paper as they were in my head.

Before I even deigned to write it all down, however, I had, at the same time just finished reading a popular novel that my teenage daughter wanted me to read. I didn't expect to like it. It was one of those teen-fantasy-vampire stories. But, I not only  liked it, I loved it. Surprised as to how I was entirely drawn into the fabricated narrative, I re-read the book with a more scrupulous eye and upon finishing it, I thought...I could do this!


The very next day, I sat myself down in front of my computer and began typing out the story in my head that was already haunting me throughout my days. It was as if I were living two separate lives. The actual one on the street and the one dancing around in my mind. I guess it was a good move - for sanity's sake, to finally merge the two. And so, for about a year and a half I sat at my computer punching out the story of Roni, Dara, Uri, Mace, Alana, Jen and Yaniv. What started out as my passion becoming theirs, their passion became mine and I became the book. It got to a point, where when working on an emotionally charged and difficult chapter, my friends, noticing my dreary mood, would insist I get further on in the book-writing where the story line would take an uplifting turn and free me from my funk.

The Gilboa Iris evolved from my reaction to visiting a number of families in Israel who had either lost loved ones in an Arab terrorist attack or while on active duty in the army. I was awe struck how within each family - parent, wife, husband etc...would accept their loss stoically with a level of faith that I couldn't fathom. And one day, after visiting one such family who lost a son in a training accident in the army, my mind wandered (having my own two sons in the army) to a place a mother never wants it to wander. But, apparently the mind has a mind of its own. I began to think how I would react if God forbid....
Would I be as brave as these families? Would I be able to summon up that level of faith? Strength? Courage?
It didn't take me long to realize the answer. Hell no!  And then, before I knew it, I had a whole scenario playing out in my mind with "Dara," a young idealistic American student who travels to Israel to live her dream and must deal with the deadly consequences of Arab terror and global jihad. And with "Roni Ben-Ari," the symbol of the type of courage and unrelenting hope that can be found in the modern day Israeli.

I allowed the tale in my head to weave its way through entertaining yarns of action, romance, suspense, even humor, culminating with a note of hope and optimism. I like happy endings. Not fairy-tale happy endings, but happy endings with the right blend of realism, perhaps....bitter sweet realism and that sense of longing for that oh so hard to reach tranquil bliss - in our Land of Israel.










I wanted to transport the reader, invite him or her into the very core of the Israeli. To see what I see, what Israelis see and what needs to be seen. I wanted the reader to be submerged in the lives of Dara, Roni and Uri - to feel what my characters felt as if it were palpable - to have the passion permanently imprinted in one's heart.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Yom HaZikaron

In honor of Yom HaZikaron (Memorial Day), I decided to publish a blog based on a chapter out of my first book, Settling for More: From Jersey to Judea. The following contains a description of my first Yom Hazikaron in Israel shortly after moving here in the summer of 2006. 

Despite all the different factions among our people in Israel, one most certainly senses the feeling of oneness. The loss of loved ones transcends all barriers on Yom Hazikaron, at least for this one day.

Yom Hazikaron is not marked by barbecues and picnics; it is a true day of mourning, in every sense of the word.

In Efrat, where I live, on the eve of Yom Hazikaron, practically the entire community squeezes into the community center gym for a special ceremony in honor and in memory of all the soldiers who fell while protecting our land, and of all those among us who were murdered by terrorists.

The evening began in silence save for the siren, a two-minute declaration marking the national day of mourning, and then with the traditional prayer for the dead. A video presentation showed the fallen soldiers and the terrorist victims from Efrat, first as they were babies, then as children, some pictured with friends, others with family, and the last photos taken of the soldiers smiling with the other young men in their units.  Some parents and siblings of the kedoshim went up on stage to say a few words, a blessing, or just to recall a memory. Another local boy wounded in the recent war in Lebanon was helped up onto the platform to recite Psalms.

Here in Israel, it is not something far away or abstract.  There are no faceless victims. It is your neighbor, the teacher's son, the doctor at the clinic, the child of the owner of the local pizza shop.

The ceremony ended with everyone standing up to sing Ani Ma'amin (I Believe) and finally Hatikva, (Hope), our national anthem. I have to say, that singing these two songs in Israel, alongside my Israeli neighbors, in a community nestled in the Judean hills that I now call my home, takes on a whole new meaning for me.

I thought of my mother's brother, Moshe, who was killed in 1948 in the War of Independence, and of his son, Amit, a first cousin I never knew, who was killed in the War of Attrition on the Egyptian border. I thought of how I was fortunate to stand here among my people because of their heroism and sacrifice - because of the heroism and sacrifice of all our soldiers throughout the years.  I thought of how their courage would enable all of us to celebrate our independence in just 24 hours from then.  I thought of the friends I stood next to, whose sons were already in the army, and I thought of my two sons who have yet to go.

With so much sacrifice, so much loss, so much anguish, and with so much of our blood spilt on this holy soil, we must take great pains to do our very utmost, to do all that we are physically and spiritually able to do, to make sure that we are truly deserving of this land and the enormous sacrifices made on its behalf.

Some families in Efrat, whose sons were killed in the line of duty, opened their homes to the community to talk about their child, his life, his achievements, his promise, and his last days.

I went to one such family, and saw with my own eyes what real strength is. And what real pain is. I sat in the corner of the room listening intently to reminiscences about the beauty of this boy's life - how he succeeded in profoundly touching so many people, and how his life was cut so short.  After attempting to fight it, I found myself succumbing to tears and sat there unable to control my sobbing. Not because the mother was sobbing - because she was not. I cried at the incredible loss endured by our people. I cried for the precious souls that no longer walk among us. And, above all, I cried because I realized that I was in the presence of remarkable strength, faith and conviction. This mother spoke softly yet sturdily, and with a steadfast and unshakable faith; a faith that told her that her son was chosen to fulfill a higher purpose, among the heroes of Israel.

So to all our enemies I say; All your plans, your devil tactics, and evil scheming and calculations will be for naught. We have something stronger than all your missiles and kassams. We have something more powerful than your blood-lust and calls for jihad -- something more commanding than your vacuous souls.  We are guided by a strength of spirit 4,000 years old. We are a people that has endured the unendurable. We have, despite all odds, and despite all reason and rationale, clung to a mightier and supreme force, not our of fear, but out of love and allegiance to our faith. We are here and with God's help, it is here that we shall forever remain.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Another Wonderful Review of The Gilboa Iris!!!!!!!!


The Gilboa Iris Blooms for Readers

 April 18, 2012 No Comments »
I first met Zahava D. Englard in the bank. My sister-in-law, Miriam, introduced her as “This is Zahava, she just got her first book published.”  I was immediately interested.  After all, how many authors do you get to meet running mundane errands?
“Oh, really! How cool! What’s it about? Fiction or Nonfiction?” I inquired.
A flash of pride (and something else – mischief?) passed over Zahava’s face as she told me it was a fictional novel that takes place in Israel. “It’s not your typical Jewish book,” she promised me with a hint to the steamy romantic scenes.  I enthusiastically agreed to review it.
Zahava was 100% right.  This is not your typical Jewish novel, so this will not be a typical review. You can go to the book’s Amazon page to read the description.
The Gilboa Iris is engrossing and interesting to read with rich, descriptive language that grabs you and pulls you into the story, the settings, and the lives of the characters. The characters themselves are well developed and captivating. The reader is introduced to the lead characters, Dara and Roni, and is immediately intrigued by their story.  The story, told partially in flashback, is teased out in a way that leaves the reader always wanting more, making it a hard book to put down.
At its essence, The Gilboa Iris is a love story. It is not only about the romance between the characters, but about the love of the Land of Israel.  Dara, a native New Yorker, comes to work on a Kibbutz and finds she must make her home in Israel. Roni, the tough IDF officer scarred by the First Lebanon War, displays a dedication to home and country that is so much a part of the collective mentality of Israelis, but hard to fully explain. The story spans the width and breadth of the country too, taking place in the northeast Gilboa Mountain region, to the seashore of Arsuf, and the hills of Gush Etzion. There are also trips to New York and Germany thrown in for adventure. The time period of the story, from mid 1980s to early 2000s gives the reader an inside perspective to Israel’s continued security challenges and how the casualties of terror attacks and wars are not only those who die, but those who survive them, and those that are left behind.
All in all, the book’s intrigue, romance, and heartbreak tells not only Dara and Roni’s story, but the story of the people and land of Israel.
So no, Zahava, it is certainly not your typical “Jewish” book, but congratulations on creating a quintessentially “Israeli” book.