Israel's victory in the 1967 war brings acclaim and respect the world over - except from its Arab enemies. Israel is later forced to defend itself against a surprise attack from Egypt in 1973, and the Israeli defense minister, Moshe Dayan, decides the country needs a more secure southern border. Meanwhile, in the United States, twenty-four-year-old Danielle Katz has survived the unimaginable. As she boards a plane to begin a new life in Israel, Danielle is haunted by horrific memories of her brutal rape. Now as she arrives in a strange country, knowing no one but her self-absorbed sister, Danielle knows it is up to her to turn her life around. Through her belief in the Almighty and her courage to face challenges, she manages to do so - meeting her future husband, Marvin Steinberg, in the process. After she and Marvin partner with a group of Americans to build a dream city on the shore of the Mediterranean, they head for Yamit, where they unwittingly become a part of Israel's history. In this saga, a modern Jewish heroine embarks on a courageous journey of self-discovery as she helps settle a barren land and risks everything to protect an exquisite desert Eden from demise. Love and Betrayal By Pamela Schieber iUniverse, Inc. Copyright © 2013 Pamela Schieber All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-4759-7937-4 CHAPTER 1 After surviving such a brutal attack just a few days earlier, twenty-four-year-oldDanielle Katz couldn't believe she still looked the same.After examining herself in the mirror of the ladies room at JFKInternational Airport, she just shrugged and decided not to reapplyher smeared mascara. All she wanted to do was sleep during thelong journey ahead of her. Sleep had eluded her since the rape. Shegave herself a last hopeless glance before walking out the door to herdestiny. Although Danielle appreciated her long black hair, big browneyes, and enviable figure, she knew her appearance concealed anabyss of pain and shock. Even before this trauma had happened,she had felt as burnt out as volcanic ash. She recalled her father'spithy advice at that last abysmal dinner with her parents. When sheaccused them of abandoning her, he calmly lit his pipe and stated,"Danielle, remember that security is an illusion. You're alive. " Concentrating on taking even, deep breaths, she made her wayto her gate in the international terminal. When her flight was called,she followed the line of passengers out onto the tarmac and slowlyand cautiously climbed the metal stairs, holding tightly to the railing.She tried to smile at the stewardess who greeted her with a perky,"Shalom and welcome aboard EL AL," spoken with an unfamiliarIsraeli accent, but she was too emotionally spent. She found her seat on the pristine 747 after almost tripping oversomeone's suitcase, which had been left in the narrow aisle while theman argued with his wife in Hebrew. Another stewardess came overto see if she was okay and provided her with a bright EL AL blanketbefore she went over to help the couple. Danielle laughed silently as she watched the scene unfold.Apparently the couple was fighting over where their baby was goingto sleep. Finally, the stewardess brought a big cardboard box fromsomewhere by the galley. The mother wrapped the baby in a coupleof blankets and laid him in the box, and that seemed satisfactory tothe parents. An older woman wearing too much makeup and a bad wig wassitting across the aisle from Danielle. She too was watching thecouple and their baby, and she leaned closer to Danielle to talk toher. "It's January 1974. You would think they could do better than abox for the baby, but they did the same thing to my daughter. Sheordered a baby basket. And she got a box." Danielle didn't have the strength to reply, so she smiled weaklyand hoped the lady would stop talking. "But that's nourishkeit ," the woman went on. "Nothing. Theimportant thing is that EL AL is a Jewish airline. We'll be safe.That's what my son-in-law, who by the way was a captain in the YomKippur War ..." That was the last thing Danielle heard. She couldn't keep her eyesopen anymore and was asleep before they even took off. * * * Danielle was startled awake by the sounds of "Hatikva," the Israelinational anthem, blasting over the sound system as the plane enteredIsraeli airspace. She was cranky and stiff from contorting herself intoa fetal position for the twelve-hour journey to her new life in Israel,Still she considered that hatikva meant hope, and that was all she hadafter what she'd been through. Maybe this was a good omen. Gingerly peeking out of her blanket cocoon, her head throbbingfrom the Nembutal and black Russian concoction that she'd downed atthe fiasco dinner with her parents, she thought she was hallucinating.A contingent of Hassidic men in their long black coats and shtreimelhats were greeting the day with their morning prayers. Up at dawn,they were as organized as an army of ants. She incredulously watchedthem scurry down the aisle