bottom image source: The Jerusalem Post
The images are gruesome. Heartwrenching. So much blood. I don’t want to see. And for a while I don’t. Not really. I scroll quickly from one post to the next. Four killed in terror attack. Har Nof. Rabbis. Synagogue. Even as my heart is rushing and the tears are falling, my fingers slow down. To read. And to see. To really see.
A blood-soaked tallit (prayer shawl) crouches in crumpled horror. The red-splattered bookshelves stand feebly by. They are a quiet, ueseless protection to the forever stained siddurim (prayer books) they hold. Kehillat Bnei Torah Synagogue is a bloodbath.
“No. No. Nonononono,” I whisper, now unable to stop the onslaught of image after horrific image.
It’s the one of the bloodied tefillin-wrapped arm that stops me cold. His lifeless hand is curled around the ends of his tefillin, and his tallit is blemished with the hatred of others. Whose arm is it?
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You took me to the depths of sadness and lifted me with the message of hope reminding me we must have hope as we are not in control. BEAUTIFUL writing Nicki
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Thank you Terry. It’s hard to hang on to in days like these – but we must, we must, we must! I’m glad this post helped you find it today. 🙂
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Going now. I “accidentally” looked at one of the Isis videos. I wish I could unsee it but I know it’s important to know, too…
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I haven’t watched the Isis videos. I don’t think I could bear it. But you’re right, it is important to know. Thank you for reading my story of hope.
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