Mom, There’s Been a Pigua – We are OK
9:15, yesterday morning: As I’m driving my Mom to her morning actives in the Kibbutz, my phone rang. It’s Chanan.He is calling from work in Gush Etzion. I am taking my Mom to see the beautiful flowers in the back garden.
Chanan: Mom, there’s been a pigua.
I slow down. Need to pay attention.
2 dings on the phone. Why even bother looking, I’m getting it first hand from Chanan. He speaks slow and calmly.
Chanan: Kiryat Arba. ב״ה, we are all OK. I called home to lock the doors. There is a lock down in Kiryat Arba. An Arab jumped the fence. Entered the Kirya. He went into a house. Shots have been fired. People injured.
He’s getting this over the security radio as he is guarding at the gate in Kafar Etzion.
I hang up. Call Ron. He already knows. Chanan called him first. I look at my phone. What a surprise. Pigua in Kiryat Arba.
The day progresses.The details unfold. We’re glued to the media. The Nation is in shock. Another beautiful soul is sacrificed. Hallel Yaffa Ariel, 13, is dead. Stabbed to death as she slept “peacefully” in her bed. The Nation is in mourning once more.
My worst nightmare. Someone entering the Kibbutz, stealing into my house and stabbing us to death as we sleep. Sorry about making this about me. But life and death are so real here.
I am going to look at the beautiful flowers in the garden. Surreal? You bet!