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The Washington Post reporter who decided to novelise the Israel-Palestine conflict

Journalist Ruth Marks Eglash’s day job is writing about the Middle East. But when her Israeli children started asking about tensions in the region, she struggled to answer. So she turned to fiction

June 15, 2023 15:58
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28.10.2022 - Journalist and writer Ruth Eglash. Photo:Ariel Jerozolimski
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I will never forget the night of my daughter Gefen’s graduation from primary school.

In Israel, these occasions are a big deal, there’s a ceremony and the parents get busy with food, but for me, a mother who was also the main correspondent at the time for The Washington Post, that night was tense.

It was the summer of 2014 and a few weeks earlier, three Israeli teenagers, Eyal, Gilad, and Naftali, were kidnapped by terrorists in the West Bank.

Israeli security forces were on high alert as they raced to find the three youngsters still alive, and I, as a reporter, was working non-stop, covering the growing tension between Israel and Hamas, the militant group in Gaza behind the kidnapping.

Skipping out on Gefen’s graduation party, however, was not an option. I remember us on our way to the event; Gefen, her siblings Ben and Ela, my husband and I dressed in our finest and me trying not to check my phone every five seconds for updates.

Unfortunately, as soon as we arrived at the party, my phone pinged: it was an embargoed message saying the dead bodies of the three young men had been located.

I sighed as Gefen skipped off to join her class and then called my editor to say a story would be forthcoming.

I don’t remember much about the ceremony, except for sitting in a candlelit field with children singing nearby as I tapped into my phone, writing a breaking story that would essentially tell the world about events that would spark a 50-day war just a few weeks later.

Gefen kept coming over to ask what I was doing. Why wasn’t I sitting with the other parents? Why wasn’t I watching her show?

I told her, “Mummy is working, and it is important.” I didn’t have the heart, or the words, to tell her why. How could I tell her that three boys, not that much older than her, had been kidnapped on their way home from school and murdered? How could I tell her that there now might be a war?

Throughout my eight years at the Washington Post, I found myself in similar scenarios. Gefen, Ben, and Ela, all born during the Second Intifada, would often ask me to explain what was happening.

There were questions about the rocket fire from Gaza — when it managed to reach Jerusalem and set off sirens here; or about attacks in Jerusalem where Gefen was now attending high school. A spate of deadly car ramming, shootings, and stabbing attacks happened minutes from her school during her second year there.