Today it happened again…
A mother murdered in front of her kids today – children saw their mother being stabbed to death. In their home.
Her 15 year old daughter tried to stop the terrorist murdering her mother.
3 of her 6 children were in the house while she was being butchered.
The foundation of life, gone.
The place that is sanctuary became the place of a living nightmare.
How can home be the place where the heart is when that is the place where mommy’s heart stopped beating?
A siren wailed in Otniel: Get inside! A terrorist is on the loose! Lock the doors, lock the windows!
It would take some time, not long, before they found out which of their neighbors was murdered.
Today it was Dafna Meir. Who will be next?
Can you imagine living in a place that has a siren set up to warn you that a terrorist is roaming around your town, murdering your neighbors and might come for you next?!
You can’t, can you?
And if you can’t, why should we?
Inspiration from Zion: This is a Love Story 
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