As a member of Israel’s peace movement, I have always believed that strangers can become partners. On October 7, my belief was shaken to the core when my 84-year-old mother, Ditza, was kidnapped from her home in Kibbutz Nir Oz.

Scenarios played out in my head, over and over, about who had seen fit to kidnap my mother and where she was being held. I imagined her in a deep, dark tunnel, with angry, armed young men lurching out from the shadows.