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Rawan Osman -"Recovered Antisemite" Gloats That Her Jewish Dhimmi Sycophants Pay For Her Because She Doesn't Hate Them Anymore

Syrian Born Hezbollah Groupie Osman To Jewish/Israeli Security Guard At Airport Who Had To Screen Her "Your Attitude Is Unacceptable"
September 29, 2026

Rawan Osman روان عثمان

@RawaneOsmane

Recovered Antisemite Syrian-born l German Activist Writer . Speaker . Content creator Visiting Research & Diplomacy Fellow Jerusalem Center for Public Affairs

Content CreatorGermany

Joined March 2012

MIM: Rawan Osman reveals that she is an entitled Muslimah supremacist with delusions of grandeur who not only expects celebrity treatment by her fawning Jewish sycophant dhimmis and by Jewish airport security screeners in Israel one of whom she denigrates as 'a miserable lady who caused me trouble before'.

It should come as no surprise that any 40 +single Syrian born- Lebanese Muslim woman traveling on a German passport would attract the attention of Israeli security officials upon entering Israel and rightly so.

But Rawan Osman pulls out the Muslim victimhood card. What Osman does not reveal is that she was likely flagged for another reason. Namely that her application to convert to Judaism and become an Israeli citizen had been rejected by the Israeli security apparatus on the grounds that she poses a national security risk because her relatives in Lebanon (and likely her ex husband and baby daddy) ARE MEMBERS OF HEZBOLLAH!

MIM: Here are her own words in an X post from March 16,2026.

"But I want to clarify something. I am not converted yet... The obstacle is not Judaism. The obstacle is security clearance. Because of my background, my application has been blocked or suspended. I am told that approval is highly unlikely. Yet my life is an open book. I have nothing to hide, and that is precisely where my confidence comes from. My record is squeaky clean, otherwise I would not have entered Israel more than twenty times since October 7. And frankly, if the security apparatus truly believed I was some master infiltrator who managed to fool everyone this entire time, they would recruit me rather than spend years scrutinizing my past." May 16,2026

[MIM: Full post below]

MIM: Me thinks the Muslim lady doth protest too much!

"The security agent was a miserable lady who had caused me trouble before. Nasty attitude. She saw "born in Damascus" and wanted to send me to join the fifty souls undergoing scrutiny. My cortisol hit the roof again. Not because I am a diva, but because Shabbat was approaching.

My Israeli chutzpah told her no. I am not joining them. "Do you know who I am?" "No. Do you know who I am?" "No. I'm a public figure. Why should I know you? Anyhow, your attitude is unacceptable." I asked her to take my passport to her boss. Five minutes later, I had it back."

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MIM: On March 16, 2026 Osman whined that she was a victim of "hatred from both sides" and fumed that some (Jews/Israelis ) failed to accord her 'due deference' aka dhimmitude because they are "consumed .by jealousy, resentment such radicalism that they want nothing to do with anyone outside the Jewish bubble".

"A few days ago, I spoke openly about the pain of receiving hatred from both sides. Not only from ideological enemies who were once friends or even family members, but sometimes also from allies, from people consumed by jealousy, resentment, or such radicalism that they want nothing to do with anyone outside the Jewish bubble." March 16,2026

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Rawan Osman روان عثمان

@RawaneOsmane

Before Yom Kippur, I must confess. My enemies know that I am paid by the Zionists, and for the sake of transparency, they always ask me to disclose how much.

This morning, Gadi Taub paid for my breakfast.

Last night, another Zionist paid for my ticket to Hanan Ben Ari's concert, after she'd already paid for my dinner.

When I woke up, after sleeping at her place in Tel Aviv, she gave me a candle to light for my late father tonight. She paid for that as well.

I am going to eat at Sarah's in Jerusalem (again) before going to shul. And after that, I sleep at friends' near the synagogue. They have fed me before, too.

The synagogue I am going to is a new Syrian shul for Anglos that we discovered on Rosh Hashanah. I ate there on both days without being part of the community (yet). The rabbi gave a dvar Torah, and to my surprise, the rabbi was Joseph Dweck, whom I had only ever seen on YouTube until that day. I felt like I had been given a million dollars. Not material, I know, but it was rewarding and should count as compensation as well.

The Jews give to me in many ways, so I can't claim that I stand with them for free or, as they say in Hebrew, "stam."

They give me a lot. A family around the world. Wise advice. A helping hand. A meal. A bed for the night. Entertainment. A laugh. Compliments. Criticism. A hug. A lot of hugs. Sometimes the gift is unusual. A lady in New Jersey took off her necklace in front of hundreds and insisted I take it.

Another just sent me earrings from Canada, because when she met me there, she did not approve of the ones I was wearing.

The rabbi's wife in Perth gave me a blessing, and last night a taxi driver in Tel Aviv told me he was a cohen and gave me a bracha while crying.

I wish I could convert these gifts into USD so people could measure how I am compensated for my love for Israel.

Gmar chatimah tova.

9:53 AM · Sep 20, 2026

Rawan Osman روان عثمان

@RawaneOsmane

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On September 9th, I put off packing until late at night. I was tired after Australia and Austria, and I had to drag myself to fly to Israel for ten days for Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. Everything went wrong. The taxi was late. Then the train was cancelled. Then I missed the alternative by two seconds. The Deutsche Bahn employee apologized for not letting me board, and I let out on her how much I hated German trains and all the problems they had caused me in 13 years. A German man approached me and asked if I wanted to share a taxi to the airport. When we got there, he refused to take any money from me, even though he knew I was flying to Israel. My heart calmed down.

The plane was delayed two hours, and finally we landed in Tel Aviv. The line was tremendous, and fifty people were already standing aside, waiting for secondary questioning.

The security agent was a miserable lady who had caused me trouble before. Nasty attitude. She saw "born in Damascus" and wanted to send me to join the fifty souls undergoing scrutiny. My cortisol hit the roof again. Not because I am a diva, but because Shabbat was approaching.

My Israeli chutzpah told her no. I am not joining them. "Do you know who I am?" "No. Do you know who I am?" "No. I'm a public figure.Why should I know you? Anyhow, your attitude is unacceptable." I asked her to take my passport to her boss. Five minutes later, I had it back.

The taxi line took more than an hour. I made it right before Shabbat, and then I was taken to the Syrian shul for Anglos.

A rabbi, Rabbi Joseph Dwek, whose roots are in Aleppo, praised G-d in a voice that split the sky, and tears rained down my face, washing away the mundane, the absurd, the irrelevant. I am running towards the light, and every stumble is a mere distraction that I manage to wash away, with HIS help. My stumbles were trains and taxis. Some carry far heavier ones.

Before Yom Kippur, we learned that Netanel Shukrun, a father of six, was murdered at a spring where he had gone with his eldest son to immerse himself ahead of the holiest day of the Jewish year. This happened in the Binyamin region. That is in the so-called West Bank, in the "occupied territory" that is supposedly part of a future Arab Muslim state. Binyamin, named for the tribe of Benjamin. The land of Beit El, where Jacob dreamed of a ladder reaching to heaven and where G-d renamed him Israel. The land of Shiloh, where the Tabernacle stood for 369 years before Jerusalem, and where Hannah prayed for a son. And it sits on the ancient mountain road running north to south: Jerusalem, Beit El, Shiloh, Shechem. Drive through this part of the so-called West Bank and you are driving the spine of the Hebrew Bible. Look it up and visit if you want to see the archeology.

I looked around me at the synagogue. People praying for an entire day. Fasting for 25 hours. These people mean well. They know who they are. They honor an ancient covenant with their Creator. They honor their ancestors. Whether you agree with them or not, they would command your respect if you knew them. The question is: do you know who you are? Do you know your (truthful) story? Do you honor your parents, your ancestors? Do you know where you came from, and where you are going?

Photo: On the right, Netanel Shukrun, of blessed memory. On the left, his sh00ter, posing in front of the Dome of the Rock.

https://x.com/RawaneOsmane/status/2102330491202310196

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"NOT BECAUSE I'M A DIVA BUT BECAUSE SHABBAT WAS APPROACHING"

"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I'M A PUBLIC FIGURE!"

(MIM: If Osman was a serious candidate for orthodox conversion one of the first things she would have been told is that non Jews are forbidden to keep Shabbat and obligated to 'break it' so her claim that she had no time to undergo a security screening because "Shabbat was approaching" is self serving and disingenuous.)

['"According to classical Halakha (Jewish law) based on the Talmud (Sanhedrin 58b), a non-Jew is technically forbidden from fully observing Shabbat because it is viewed as an eternal covenant exclusively between God and the Jewish people.

The "Breaking Shabbat" Practice: Because conversion students are not yet legally Jewish before their final immersion in the mikveh (bath), many Orthodox rabbinic authorities instruct candidates to intentionally perform at least one prohibited act of labor (melacha) on Shabbat—such as turning a light switch on or off, writing, or using an electronic device—so they are not keeping the Sabbath in its complete entirety. ']
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MIM :Syrian born Lebanese citizen and German passport holder Rawan Osman on X Sept.22,2026 about why she demanded to see the supervisor of an Israeli "security agent' whom she described as "having a nasty attitude" " because she saw "born in Damascus on my passport" calling her "a miserable lady who had caused me trouble before" after arriving in Israel from Germany.

MIM: The Beatles faced an international backlash after John Lennon declared "We're more popular than Jesus"

Clearly 'Muslimah Messiah' Rawan Gabrielle Osman views herself as being bigger and even more popular than Bibi!

"NOT BECAUSE I'M A DIVA ..."

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As Hezbollah grew stronger than the Lebanese state and infiltrated its institutions, the army included, the Lebanese people fought desperately to take their country back. Prominent critics and dissidents were assassinated. Innocent Lebanese bore the brunt of its crimes. When… pic.twitter.com/QXen4LXwjN

— Rawan Osman روان عثمان (@RawaneOsmane) September 26, 2026

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MIM:Osman's X profile

Rawan Osman روان عثمان

@RawaneOsmane

Recovered Antisemite Syrian-born l German Activist Writer . Speaker . Content creator Visiting Research & Diplomacy Fellow Jerusalem Center for Public Affairs

Rawan Osman روان عثمان

@RawaneOsmane

MIM: Pathological narcissist and wannabe Jew Rawan Osman, like many Muslims, is focused on the effect 10/7 had on HER life and victimhood. She accuses Jews who fail to show the gratitude she feels is due for claiming she as a "Recovered Antisemite" no longer hates them of "being consumed by jealousy, resentment and such radicalism that they want nothing to do with anyone outside the Jewish bubble" which she herself so desperately resents not being permitted to become part of!

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Rawan Osman روان عثمان

@RawaneOsmane

The greatest lesson I have learned since my life took an unexpected turn after October 7, since I became a public figure, is that transparency is the best defense.

A few days ago, I spoke openly about the pain of receiving hatred from both sides. Not only from ideological enemies who were once friends or even family members, but sometimes also from allies, from people consumed by jealousy, resentment, or such radicalism that they want nothing to do with anyone outside the Jewish bubble.

Most of the responses, however, focused on one thing: conversion. Many people welcomed me with kindness, invoking Ruth and telling me that the Jewish people have always made room for those whose souls found their way home.

But I want to clarify something. I am not converted yet.

Ironically, while so many people describe the agony the rabbinate in Israel puts them through, my own experience with rabbis has been the opposite. Every rabbi involved in my process so far has treated me with support, respect, and encouragement.

The obstacle is not Judaism. The obstacle is security clearance. Because of my background, my application has been blocked or suspended. I am told that approval is highly unlikely. Yet my life is an open book. I have nothing to hide, and that is precisely where my confidence comes from. My record is squeaky clean, otherwise I would not have entered Israel more than twenty times since October 7. And frankly, if the security apparatus truly believed I was some master infiltrator who managed to fool everyone this entire time, they would recruit me rather than spend years scrutinizing my past.

Since discovering Judaism, since realizing that I am Jewish, even before a DNA test confirmed what my soul already knew, the only thing I have chosen entirely for myself, the single thing I am giving myself despite all the criticism, hostility, and consequences attached to it, is my conversion. And I will do it. No matter how many obstacles are placed in my way, I will do it in Israel.

Sometimes I feel as though I am paying the price for something much older than myself, as though I am rectifying a rupture that began generations ago, when my ancestors, once exiled to Babylon, abandoned Judaism because survival became easier that way. Maybe that is simply the meaning I draw from the immense frustration of knowing that my file is sitting in someone's drawer while my future hangs in limbo. But if there is one thing I know about myself, it is this: I do not give up. Not in this lifetime.

9:44 AM · May 16, 2026

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