Monday, December 14, 2015

I Hear the Sirens...

They are rushing to the front of my city, my beautiful Jerusalem. Another ramming attack at a place that is, once again, minutes from my office. The entrance to our city. It's a stupid bridge, whimsical, weird. And there are many injured - rammed by someone who wants to take from us our freedom to create and enjoy whimsical things.

It's a cruel attack - there are many people enjoying the last day of Chanukah in the streets. As I walked to work this morning I thought of how full the streets are. Now there are people injured and the sirens are the ambulances rushing to help them. Israel goes by the scoop and run method - if they can be transported, move them now. Stabilize and move...get them to the hospital.

It's cold outside. My heart aches. It was raining so hard this morning but it's the last day of vacation before months of school and work and so yesterday I took Aliza shopping and we bought donuts because that's what Israelis do on Chanukah - we eat oily foods and promise ourselves we'll walk it off...and so last night, I helped put my oldest and youngest grandchildren to sleep and then I walked home...

And I still hear the sirens. I don't want to hear them anymore. I've heard so many. And in minutes, because that's the way the world works now, the first image - uncensored so painful to watch.

The car, the neutralized terrorist, and the injured being evacuated. (Photo credit to Oren Rond...I'm not sure how to write his name)...nine people injured - one in critical condition. First it was 10, now they say 9...

Minutes from the main ambulance station, just across the street from the central bus station.

I hear the sirens and my heart cries. Jerusalem again...

What does it take to hit the gas and intentionally ram a car into people standing at a bus station? What does it take to pull out a knife and stab someone? These are things I will never understand - a hatred so deep, so poisonous.

Now they say 8 injured - one moderately and the rest lightly. It's too early to really know; the numbers will flow until it settles...some reports say a baby is among the injured.

I am left with the pain and the anger. I am left in despair...but interestingly enough, I am not left with hatred. I don't hate these terrorists who come to this city that I love, to all the places they have hit in the last few months. Hatred is the wrong word. I am angry and sickened by what must be inside these people.

But the anger will be for later, for now, there is only sadness. The sirens have stopped but the pain has only begun.

3 comments:

Marcia Fremont said...

i was just leaving the Klal Building and on the 18 bus. Saw the many police and ambulances heading up Jaffa towards the shuk or the entrance to the City. I didn't know where it was, but i surely knew what it was. I don't want to hear them - the sirens - anymore either Paula.

You say you are angry and sickened by what must be inside these people. A friend believes they are people who have no souls - literally. So the answer is, there is nothing inside them.


Neshama said...

Paula, I also heard those sireeens. I was attending a shiur and in the middle, I heard the cars speeding and the sirens blaring. I thought, oh, no, not another attack. Immediately I felt a little limp and after heaving a sigh and please no, Hashem, let it be nothing. The shiur finished, I left to do my errands and the streets were busy but calm. Every moment is a precious gift from Hashem.

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