Anguished Israeli mother hunts for son after bombings

Editor’s note: Within minutes of the rash of bombings in Jerusalem, Chasha Kuzecki, a resident of the area, began dispatching to WorldNetDaily her first-person account of what it is like to be an anguished mother waiting for her children to return on a hellish night of terrorism in Israel. Here is her story.

It’s 12:00 on Saturday night. Three of my children went out to eat a frozen yogurt at Jerusalem’s center called Kikar Tzion, Zion Square. Is it only two bombs or three … the screaming of the ambulances …

And now it’s 12:10 and, thank G-d, I heard that two of my kids are OK … but what about the third … the ambulances are still screaming. I’ve called all the kids who I know who have a cell phone who might be down there. No one has seen him.

Mr. Farah, we live with this daily. There are constant threats of terrorist attacks here. Doesn’t the world understand what we’re going through? These terrorists don’t go for the military targets, they are aiming at the young people, at children. Is it right to expect us to just sit on our hands over here?

… and no one knows if my son is still alive.

It is 2:30 on Sunday afternoon. I returned now from my daughter’s bedside in Hadassah Hospital in Jerusalem. She’s been in trauma since Saturday night when terrorists blew up the Zion Square in downtown Jerusalem. After the first bomb, she borrowed someone’s cell phone, knowing I would be worried, and called me at once to let me know that she was all right. I told her that I hadn’t heard from her older brother, Shneor (19) yet. She told me that she’d look for him and have him call me at once.

Wherever she looked there were bodies and body parts. And everywhere she went she was met by another and yet another explosion. Usually a person looks aside when they see a person torn, suffering, but Devora Leah (17) was searching for her brother, so she looked over each person and saw the misery in each face as she tried to find Shneor. She was helping people who were hurt wherever she went, removing pieces of metal and nails, and trying to bring the ambulances to the wounded.

I finally got a call from Shneor almost an hour after the first explosion. He was so busy helping with the wounded that he didn’t remember that the first instruction is always to touch base with the family so we all know we’re okay.

I got a call from a social worker at Hadassah Ein Kerem to tell me that my daughter, Devora Leah, was brought there in an ambulance and she had two requests only: Please call my mom now to tell her I’m here and ask her if she found my brother, Shneor. I raced to the hospital, one of some 4 major hospitals that were piling in the wounded and their families in a semblance of practiced order. Both fortunately and unfortunately, we’re well equipped with emergency services to deal with terrorist attacks. The sirens become background noise as more wounded are brought in.

Devora Leah is on a bed in the emergency room, bruised, full of smokey smell and drenched in the blood of others. Thank G-d she has no wounds on the surface. The girl in the bed next to her and next to her are both crying, one of them uncontrollably for over an hour straight; the other being given oxygen.

Mostly youngsters were there. Kikar Zion is a favorite hangout on Thursday and Saturday nights when the kids go out to get a frozen yogurt or sit for a coffee at Cafe Rimon or Chagall’s. It’s a sick bunch of perverted animals that attacks kids instead of army targets.

Really, I don’t think anyone in this country is going to put up with all the candy-coating political speakease that’s been trying to sell the Palestinians as wanting peace. We’re tired of sitting on our hands over here while our kids continually get blown to pieces. That’s not the kind of “piece” we wanted.

We all cried for days when the Twin Towers went down, cause we knew what it all meant. We’ve been through it repeatedly on smaller scales over here … again and again. We know that a terrorist attack means not only the death, blood and gore, but also the attempts to rehabilitate families who have lost a family member or lost a limb. The Subaru Pizza Shop bombing killed, among others, a family of 5, leaving 2 babies at home with the grandmother. There are huge number of babies who have been fatalities here. Since when are they an enemy to a “peace-loving” people?

Please forgive us if we seem to be unyielding about this. We just can’t take this anymore. This has been going on for 30 years too long, and I only hope that our government will have the “chutzpa” to stand up for what is right.

I’m going to catch a few hours of sleep in my bed, since Devora Leah seems to finally be sleeping more soundly now and I’ll return to the hospital at 6 in the morning tomorrow for some more tests that will be done on her. Please pray for her, that she should have a complete and speedy recovery in body and soul. Her name is Devora Leah, daughter of Chasha Yael.

Chasha Kuzecki
Jerusalem