Of late, Israel has been occupying a disproportionate amount of my mind space. It isn’t just this illegal, pointless aggression on Iran that will long be remembered as Netanyahu’s War and Trump’s Folly. It is also the barely concealed ambition of a Greater Israel, a project that is very much a work in progress when you look at Israel’s occupation of the Golan Heights in Syria, a chunk of southern Lebanon , over half of Gaza and the ever-spreading cancer of illegal settlements in the Occupied West Bank. There are days when my disappointment with Israel is deeply personal, tinged almost with a sense of betrayal. Israel was the country that captured my imagination as a teenager growing up in Amritsar in the mid-1970s. The historical novel Mila 18 by Leon Uris was probably the first one to leave a profound imprint. I was enchanted by the tales of heroism from the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising of 1943 as the Jewish community resisted deportation to the Nazi concentration camps in Treblinka.…