Eli Sharabi

“But I don’t want to survive just for them. I don’t want to live just for them. I want to live for myself too. For me, Eli Sharabi. I want to live. I love life. I crave it. I want to breathe life, to walk free, to return to the open skies, to go back home, to work, to purpose. To return to the sea, to diving, to hiking, to the Jewish holidays we celebrate as a nuclear family in Israel and those we celebrate with Lianne’s family in Britain. To return to the roads, to driving, to walking down the street, to my simple, regular, worry-free day-to-day.”
― Eli Sharabi, Hostage

“We hear the Triangle scolding him in the hallway, saying this isn’t the way of the Quran, that it’s not acceptable. If this isn’t acceptable, then what is? Murdering women and children, that’s acceptable? Shooting youngsters in an airless bunker, that’s acceptable? Murdering Almog’s girlfriend and then abducting him and tying him, injured, to a bed, that’s acceptable? Brutally abducting civilians from their homes and shoving them into a dark tunnel, that’s acceptable? Starving us, humiliating us, hiding us away, that’s acceptable? Don’t you have any red lines? Are there no limits to your malice? Just as long as you’re not beating me, everything’s fine? Do you think you’re angels? Good students of the Quran? Does this make sense in your heads?”
― Eli Sharabi, Hostage