Joyful and tearful at the same time, those streaming shots on satellite TV screens, social media networks and groups, which capture in still and moving images the fleeting moments of meeting loved ones, where they embrace after a long separation, during which suspicions prevailed that they would never meet.

Throughout the years of pain in the ongoing history of national tragedy, copious blood has flowed in the river of life flowing with pain and sorrow, which has not yet stopped flowing.

There are images that no one would have imagined, when someone who has spent forty years, and was meant to spend the rest of his life behind bars, finds himself in an air-conditioned bus, which he has not ridden in decades, and in a few minutes embraces loved ones and friends, meeting whom was just a pipe dream.

In the opposite picture, the prison guards, with their leader Ben Gvir, stand clenching their teeth, blaming each other, and wondering about the slogans they raised, and the crimes they committed against those who went out today, against their will, to breathe the scent of freedom.

It is the birth from the censer of annihilation, through which those who endured pain, until their hearts reached their throats, emerge before God responded to them and saved them from the torment, just as He, glory be to Him, saved Jonah, peace be upon him, from the three layers of darkness.