The Game of Gaza Ceasefires
Egypt has again stepped in and brokered a truce just as Israel and Gaza were on the brink of all-out war
When I turned on the car radio at 6 am this morning on my way to work, all reports were about the fresh Gaza ceasefire, and I thought to myself, “the Egyptians have done it again.”
It’s the same with every round of fighting between Israel and the terrorist-ruled Gaza Strip. A few days in, just as things start to become really serious, Egypt steps in to broker a truce.
Needless to say, I took a skeptical view of the news, and thought of a boiling pot of peas.
Let me explain.
As a child, my mother would allow me to help with the cooking, often tasking me to keep on eye on the pot of peas to make sure they didn’t overcook. To avoid such an outcome, my mother put a glass of cold water beside the stove. Should I fail to stop the pot from starting to overcook, I could simply pour in some cold water.
The method worked like a charm, and so I made a game of it. I’d wait until the peas came to the very edge of overcooking, when white foam just started to form and spread across the water, and then I’d pour in cold water. The situation would immediately calm. But, of course, it wasn’t long before the water would begin to boil again, foam would form and I’d wait get ready to again pour in the cold water. On and on it went, until my mother finally came over and removed the pot from the fire, and all went quiet.
The situation with Gaza is exactly the same.
None of us can any longer remember exactly how many truces have been brokered in recent years. And it always comes just as the situation appears ready to boil over, just as all of us become certain that the IDF is at any moment about to launch a ground invasion of the terrorist enclave. It hasn’t yet come to that, at least not in a number of years. The pot has not yet overcooked.
But can things really continue like this?
In the towns bordering the Gaza Strip, Israelis are anything but happy about the latest ceasefire. They, like the rest of us, know that it’s only a matter of time before the next round. Unless, of course, someone like my mother steps in as she did with the overcooking peas and finally puts an end to this game.