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ISRAEL JIHAD IN JERUSALEM
a novel by Ariel Lilli Cohen
Copyright © 2019 Ariel Lilli Cohen
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Author’s note: the book is fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. The names of nations,politicians, and public figures present in the book are used as suggestion and do not represent neither their thoughts, nor real actions performed by the politicians or the nations. The names of the public places and the cities are often used for atmospheric purpose and do not have any association with real facts or expressed thoughts. The model portrayed in the cover picture is not to be associated with the likeness of the author. Any resemblance to real people, alive or not, companies, events, institutions or locales is completely coincidental.
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Printed in Israel – September ,2018 – 330033 Tel Aviv
Israel Jihad in Jerusalem - The preview
Adapted from the original series
Chapter 1 Curling Days
Chapter 2 The Darkness
Chapter 3 Emirates
Chapter 4 Jealousies
Chapter 5 The Cage
Chapter 6 Noora
Chapter 7 Gray Shadows
Chapter 8 Ariel
Chapter 9 Middle East
Chapter 10 Aviv
Chapter 11 Intuitions
Chapter 12 Negotiations and Dilemmas
Chapter 13 Gloom
Chapter 14 Revenge
Chapter 15 Madness and Fear
Chapter 16 Hope and Delusions
Chapter 17 The king is dead, long live the king
Chapter 18 Memories of the Heart
Chapter 19 Cardiac Asystoles
Chapter 20 Rage and Serenity
Chapter 21 Blue, blue sky
Chapter 22 Latrine in the open-air
Chapter 23 Nothing adds up
Chapter 24 Prostitutes and Princesses
Chapter 25 My heart up in my throat
Chapter 26 Dark and Light
Chapter 27 Home sweet home
Chapter 28 Missing Africa
Chapter 29 Light and Dark
Chapter 30 Crossroads
Chapter 3 Malmoe, the New Palestine
Chapter 32 Awakenings
Chapter 33 Divisions
Chapter 34 Extra Omnes
Chapter 35 The taste of cherry
Chapter 36 Youssef -Noora - Yael - Aviv
Chapter 37 Abel Beth Maacah
Chapter 38 Merchandising of terror
Chapter 39 Shabacking Team
Chapter 40 My second first day
Chapter 41 Secrets
Chapter 42 Jason Green
Chapter 43 The setting sun
Chapter 44 The way out
Chapter 45 Cicada
Chapter 46 Peace be with you
Chapter 47 The truth is out
“Under the same sky, locked up in the same prison, divided by the same wall.
The wall of hate and distrust, which grows skyward, attack after attack.”
Following seven years in a coma, Hodaya Asulin died on November 22, 2017.
She had been in a coma since being severely injured in a bus bombing in Jerusalem in March 2011.
Asulin was only 14 at the time of the attack.
My thoughts go out to her and all the young and innocent victims whose lives were cut short, like flowers before their blooming season.
“Jewish people have outlived through the centuries, Jewish people have suffered for all these centuries, but that made them stronger.”
How I miss the bitter cold wind of Haifa in the first morning hours, how I miss Haifa! Owning over 200 IQ was a curse. My intelligence stole my youth. I could have done so many things: playing volleyball, the piano, or being a model… Instead, here I am, in one of the most prestigious operational teams of the National Security Service.
Put pen to paper, expressing all my feelings wasn’t easy. I have lived many lives in one. To avoid going crazy and to find myself again I decided to write this book to tell all my experiences, fears, hopes and all the untold truths, my truths. To live undercover for months, sometimes years, without a break, cutting off relationships with my real life, lying to my friends, family and sometimes to myself, created a conflicting relationship with the identities I have covered in turn. This lifestyle changes you, it changes the way you perceive real life. One day, while I was playing pool in a club here in Montreal, a gentleman remarked how well I was playing for being so young. But age is not to be measured in years but in mileage traveled. I have traveled many miles and am tired now. Tired of always chasing. Tired of lying. Tired of being afraid. In a mission, you never know what may happen to you.
Two months ago Shani and I were almost caught. We were violently assaulted. With the taste of sweat and blood in my throat, I felt like my heart was beating out of my chest and, I went through the reasons why I joined the Israeli Secret Services as an undercover agent.
The terror I felt is still with me today and every time I sense a stranger’s look resting on me. Why am I doing this? Why am I sacrificing my life? Then my memory goes back to an episode occurred in August of a few years ago when we were told that a Hamas terrorist cell had entered Israel and was about to target the Dizingoff Center with a bacteriologic attack. That time we managed to neutralize them just in time. A few hours later I went back to the shopping mall to get an ice cream with my friends, Shani, Shlomit, Zoe, and Aviv.
All those families and children would have died without our intervention. This is why I do this job, to defend my people and, ambitious as that may sound, to defend the democracy in the world.
Right now, as I allow my pen to put my thoughts on paper, I am sitting in a café in Richardson Street in Montreal, where I am due to meet a source. I hope everything will be fine, I hope to haul my ass back to safety also this evening. But when will all this come to an end? So much work has been done and so much still has to be done!
I remember Milan six months ago, San Diego and Buffalo, Tel Aviv and Madrid three months ago and last month in the record shop between Pitt Street and Circular Quay in Sydney.
I remember all the attacks I contributed to neutralizing with my team. I think of all those nameless and faceless stars at the entrance of the agency headquarters in Tel Aviv, who only live in the indelible memory of those who met them. I think of all those agents who sacrificed their lives in the line of duty to also save your life. Please make sure their deaths weren’t in vain. I wish for a world where my job would never be necessary, a world without conflicts due to religious extremism.
As I write, my thoughts go to my colleagues in Jerusalem who are the last bastion of democracy, to the lions and lionesses of Magav, to Shira fighting every day, to Heli who left her operative service at the Damascus Gate after three long years. I want to express my warm thanks to you, for the great privilege of protecting the people of Israel in the most sacred place in the world.
I think of Hadar and Hadas who sacrificed their lives for Jerusalem and I think of Solomon who died in Har Adar. I think of his girlfriend, Betty, and his relatives. How many more people, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, boyfriends, and girlfriends will have to walk lonely the path of life, deprived of their dearest due to terrorist actions? I don’t feel like condemning for these crimes solely the perpetrator’s hands.
My wrath, rage, and contempt are turned to those who, with their ideologies, have armed those hands. Their speeches -bursting with hatred and resentment- like water in the desert, fill the empty life of people brainwashed by an absurd extremist ideology. Now, those are the ones who have blood on their hands. While they stay safe and cozy in their houses with their families, they send young men to die after having raised them to a blind hatred that knows no compromise.
I feel I will end up, sooner or later, on that wall too, a little star amongst many others. I will finally join my comrades, young guys in love with a life they could never get to live. At times, I really wish to be amongst them.
This job consumes your consciousness – you have to see and do things nobody would even dream of doing. Sooner or later also I will commit some imprudence, an error of judgment, a mistake that will cost me my life – a life I feel empty.
I hope this book will be enjoyable and a good food for thoughts. I had to change a few names and camouflage some situations, which would otherwise threaten the State of Israel’s safety. My experiences have been translated in the form of a novel. I hope you’ll be able to read my message of hope and love between the lines.
This is a journey to the outer fringes of the law, which started in 2014, before the war in Gaza. It’s the work of a group of friends, who became, in the space of a few months, one of Mossad’s best operative teams.
Israel Jihad in Tel Aviv is adapted from the original Israeli series Israel Jihad with more than six thousand certified copies sold all over the world.
Ariel Lilli Cohen with her first novel was a best seller on Amazon US, Australia and Italy. As a self-publishing book, the novel garnered its success thanks to the word of mouth and it is currently translated in eleven languages.
Israel Jihad in Jerusalem, the second chapter of the narration, tells the story of a group of friends that in a few months had become one of Mossad's best operative teams.
Many questions and mysteries were uncovered in the first novel.
Who is responsible for the attack in Tel Aviv?
Who wants to destroy the State of Israel?
Will Trump and Putin seal a peace agreement for the Middle East?
December 6th, 2018 is the date the civil world is looking forward to since as of now it is the only hope for peace.
The Daesh is weakened to its roots, the foreign fighters are assaulting the symbols of democracy from within like a metastasis. Day-to-day life is devastated.
The evil in this novel has taken the likeness of Hamza Bin Laden. Al Qaeda wants to extinguish the Occident in the most religious city in the world. The city that divides and unifies the religions and the political beliefs in the world. No democracy, not even in Canada, France, Italy, Russia, Belgium, America, and Australia, can feel safe from the murderous madness of those who take the religion hostage to create terror.
Who is Hamza Bin Laden and why does he crave to destroy Israel?
From the ashes of Daesh, Al Qaeda rises and Israel is its target.
No one is safe on his own land.
The Western Wall and the Al-Aqsa mosque, could they coexist peacefully?
A thriller that accompanies the reader in a journey along those who experienced these events firsthand, narrating the antecedents and the stories -never told or captured by cameras- where, at the sidelines of our consciousness, politics oftentimes shakes bloody hands in that strip of gray land; where conspiracies and allegiances are mushed with political and military analyses that are unlikely to be addressed in newspapers.
Chapter 1 - Curling Days
"I know what I want. I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I'm a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage."
Shani is the first to arrive in the office today, there are few unfinished paperwork that she wants to complete before her colleagues arrive. She drops her backpack with spare clothes for the evening. It's an important day, it's Zoe's birthday and they will celebrate their first year together. She's euphoric, full of energy despite the early hour. Her mind works in such an organized fashion like a binary code: on colored sticky notes she writes down all the things she still has to get done for the day. "I'll stop by the flower shop around the corner to buy some flowers for my sweetheart before he arrives, then I have to call Dublinov 8 and confirm our reservation for dinner, I want everything to be perfect, nothing can ruin our day," she says speaking to herself while hopping on the elevator.
"You know how happy she will be when I take her there tonight? we've wanted to dine there for months now but with one thing and another, we never made it there," she thinks already anticipating their evening together.While looking at her reflection in the elevator mirror, she tenderly fluffs her curly hair and the sublime scent of MoroccanOil diffuses all around. Every time she uses a different feeling flows through her body. Today there's a different glow in her eyes, she feels confident and sparkling, she feels great.She checks Whatsapp to see whether Zoe is awake. The elevator doors open, and as she was walking out with her head down she accidentally bumps into someone who was trying to get in."Agent! Shani!! Watch out."
She almost made the director, Yossi Kadosh, spill his morning coffee."Uhm, excuse me, sir, I was distracted, I am really sorry," she says apologetically.
"What are you doing over here so early? Did something serious happen, is everything okay?"
"No, nothing serious, today is Zoe's birthday and I was so excited that I couldn't fall asleep, that's why I came in early, I don't want anything to go wrong today.”
"Good for you, it's nice to see that you are genuinely in love, see you later for our follow-up then, but make sure you get out of your head now, we need you here and focused.."