Friday Night, Lail Shabbat, after we had finished eating, suddenly a piercing wail filled the air. It was an emergency alarm. I locked the doors and then all the easy to access windows. My husband pooh poohed it, insisting that it was just an "electrical problem."
Then the siren wailed again.
The street was quiet. If something was going on, we'd hear noises.
Friday nights have been chosen by Arab terrorists to attack innocent Jews. They've snuck into homes through open doors and windows and murdered, maimed, terrorized and scarred Jews, young and old.
Again the siren wailed.
Should we turn on the phone to check for messages? No, the house felt safe. It was Shabbat.
The siren wailed wailed loudly. This was no "electrical problem."
I didn't want to turn on the phone. If there was bad news, it could wait.
We used to have a beeper that gave security announcements without our having to touch it, but since nowadays everyone has phones, the beeper is passe. I sure missed that beeper. I refused to turn on my phone.
My husband went to sleep. I couldn't imagine sleeping. I was at high alert. It would take more than an "all clear" siren to get my body to fall asleep.
Yet again, the siren pierced Shabbat's silence, like a terrorist in the frenzy of murder.
If the sound of the siren is unbearable in the living room, then there's no way I could attempt to sleep in our bedroom, which is much closer to the siren's loudspeaker.
Our street was silent. No soldiers rushing around, nor ambulances providing first aid to injured.
If something has happened in Shiloh, it didn't happen in my neighborhood.
Siren, stop your screeching. I can't take it anymore.
No doubt my blood pressure is sky high.
Gd willing the sirens are just to tell us to stay indoors, because of a suspected incursion. This happens periodically in Jewish villages. Today's security is high tech, which can detect movement on the borders, even when there aren't any fences. Many times it's no more than a patrolling soldier taking a discrete "leak." But until it's known for sure what triggered the alarm, we must stay put. It's already past bedtime, so I have no plans to leave.
Again a siren...
And now I see lights rotating like at a disco from army vehicles in the street. They must be looking for terrorists, or just missing kids...
Our kids are grown up and don't live at home.
I'm tired. Can I risk falling asleep? What if the sirens resume?
I finally get myself ready for bed, but end up reading on the couch. And then I dozed off.
Did someone just call me? I'm up again.
I try to sleep in bed. Again I doze off, but I thought I heard knocking. I'm up again. But I'm silent.
Back to the couch, and then back to bed.
My husband tries to wake me up to go to synagogue.
"No," I tell him. "I need to finally sleep. You go, and when you find out what had happened at night, come home and tell me."Later on my husband returned with a report:
"Suspected incursion."Nobody found. No injuries or damage reported, Baruch Hashem, Thank Gd.
Later I went to the synagogue. A young neighbor said that she had to turn on her phone and call the parents of children who were in her house when the sirens had began. Instructions are that nobody is to go outside during security alerts. She, in turn, got calls from other parents who had her children.
Thank Gd we only lost sleep, not lives.