Rabbi Binny Freedman
Friday; Erev Shabbat:
Her eyes, I think, will stay with me forever. Imploring, beseeching, full
of so much sadness. I think the shock of where and how she was, was sinking in.
I can't begin to describe all that was in those eyes.
Yesterday; Thursday, August 9th the 20th of Av, on my way to work, I found
myself walking down Yaffo street. Hungry, I decided to stop and grab a
quick bite... at Sbarro's Pizza.
In the past 5 years I have frequented this establishment exactly twice.
Walking into Sbarro's there is a larger area for sitting in the front, but
the back looked a bit cooler and quieter, so I decided to grab a seat in
the back. That decision saved my life.
Waiting on line, when they brought me the baked Ziti I asked for, it was
cold. So I asked the woman behind the counter if she'd mind warming it up.
"Ein Ba'ayah", no problem, she said with a smile. I will always wonder if
that was her last smile on earth...
A couple of moments later, a fellow from behind the counter came to the
back with my baked Ziti. Then he started to speak to someone at one of the
tables... That baked Ziti saved his life.
At about 2PM, I both felt & heard a tremendous explosion, and day turned
And then the screaming began. An awful, heartrending sound; the sound of
people coming to terms with a whole new reality, of people not wanting to
comprehend that life has changed forever.
Those of us sitting in the back were spared, but I was afraid of panic, so
I started yelling at everyone to quiet down; not to panic. The ceiling
looked like it might cave in, but there is always the danger of a second
explosion, detonated on purpose shortly after the first...
But then I smelled smoke, and was suddenly afraid the restaurant might be
on fire. So we started climbing our way through the wreckage to the front.
Would there be another explosion? Would the roof collapse? Were we making
the wrong decision, climbing through? There are moments that last a lifetime...
There are no words to describe what the front of Sbarro's Pizza looked like
in the immediate aftermath of that explosion.
A woman was lying near the steps to the back. Her eyes were staring
straight at me, following me. So full of pain and longing, sadness and
despair. I dropped down beside her trying to elicit a response to see if
she could speak. And then I watched the life just drain out of her. I tried
to get a pulse, to no avail. She died there, on the steps in front of me.
She was lying by the table I had decided not to sit at...
There were bodies everywhere, and those images are in my mind; they won't
let go. A child's body under the wreckage; a baby-carriage; limbs and a
torso; A woman holding a motor-cycle helmet and screaming next to a person
on the floor who had obviously been someone she was with...
And then the mad rush to help the ambulance and emergency crews get the
wounded out. They were obviously afraid of a second bomb, so there was no
medical effort inside beyond getting the wounded on to stretchers and out.
A religious Jew missing at least two limbs in tears and shock; what do you
say? "yehiyeh Be'Seder" it'll be all right? Will it?
I happened to sit a bit to the left as you walk towards the back, and so
the wall behind me shielded me from the blast. Another fellow whom we went
back in to get wasn't so lucky. Sitting only 5 or 6 feet to my left, he
caught the full force of the blast and was thrown in the air. When we got
him on the stretcher he was bleeding profusely and was missing a leg...
There are no words to describe what that man's hand, clenched around my
arm, felt like.
He just kept looking from me to his leg and back again. I started saying
So many mixed emotions fill my head today. I came home last night and gave
each of my children a very long hug... But there are so many families today
who are waking up to the reality that life will never be the same. 17
funerals with friends and families saying goodbye to those they loved so,
whose only crime was a desire for a slice of pizza on a beautiful Jerusalem
I recall once, reading a story of a boy who was saved from a near-drowning
by a stranger. As the fellow carried him ashore, the boy looked up and said
"thanks for saving my life, mister".
To which the man responded: "Just make sure it was worth saving...".
Tonight we celebrate Shabbat. All over Israel, in 8 hours, parents will
bless their children at the Shabbat table. I imagine we will all hug them a
little tighter this week.
In a few hours we will light Shabbat candles. This Shabbat, in the wake of
all this darkness, the Jewish people will do what we have been doing for
4000 years; what we have always done. We will pick up the pieces and light
our candles, because that is all we have ever wanted; just to bring a
little light back into the world.
After 2000 years of dreaming, we have come home. So many nations, and so
many empires tried to stop us from getting here but here we are, none the less.
Home; that word has such a beautiful sound to it, to a people that has
wandered the globe for so long...
We are not leaving. We will be here to celebrate this Shabbat and next
Shabbat, and forever, until the end of time, here, in the hills of Judea
and Gush Etzion, and Jerusalem.
May Hashem, who in His infinite Wisdom saw fit to allow me the privilege of
celebrating one more Shabbat with my family, in the hills of Jerusalem, see
fit to put an end to all of this pain, and all of this suffering.
Wherever you are, and whomever you are, be with us here, in Yerushalayim,
and offer up a prayer for all those who lost loved ones in yesterday's
Yehi Ratzon, May it be G-d's will, that soon, we will find the road to the
peace we have longed for for so long.
Rabbi Binny Freedman is the Educational Director of the Isralight
Institute. He is also a company Commander in the Israel Defense Forces. He
will be teaching in the United States for the next two years.