Repurcussions of Mumbai

The News hit me hard in the stomach on Friday afternoon, even though it was with deep suspicion that we believed that there would be no survivors after hearing many hours of explosions and gunfire, but nevertheless, the sight of little moshele being carried out the house crying just broke me.

I lit the shabbos candles crying for the families, the yesomim, the kedoshim, and most of all hugged my own kinderlech who were laughing and playing and b”h oblivious to the destruction and the crazy world out there.

As I prayed to Hashem to bring a quick nechama to the families who lost loved ones I kept reminding myself that it could have been me, it could have been you, these terrorists were indiscriminate and to even begin to imagine how they snuffed out those lives without probably even flickering an eyelash is to painful to contemplate.

I, like many mothers out there, would love to hug that little moshele and promise that from hereon everything will be ok, but I cannot. I would love to comfort the wives of the kedoshim killed there, but I cannot, I am distant from everyone, but hurting so bad as if I were closeby.

We all feel like we lost dear and close family, our brothers, our sisters, this is too painful Hashem Yerachem.

Sometimes I feel I am going crazy thinking about little else since the news transpired and taking it so deep within the recesses of my heart. I am wondering if this is shared by others out there as well.

May the families of all the kedoshim be comforted by the mourners of zion – AMEN