The following conversation could perhaps be going on now between 15 month old Ariel ben Leah Yered, whose head and spinal cord were struck by shrapnel from a mortar shell yesterday in Atzmona as he played outside while his mother was hanging laundry to dry, and the late Shalhevet Pass, the 10 month old baby who was murdered by a Palestinian sniper in Hebron, who is watching all of us from her crib in Heaven, next to G-d.
Dear Shalhevet H"YD:
"Boker tov Shalhevet! How are you doing in Heaven? Are you helping G-d prepare for Passover? I am Ariel ben Leah Yered and am 7 months older than you were. I live in Atzmona which is closer to Ashkelon. We heard about your city of Hebron being fired upon daily for the last 7 months.
When I was your age of 10 months old until yesterday, our yishuv did not get any bullets, booms, or mortars. We heard about it from our other 15 month old cousins who live in Hebron near where you used to live.
I heard that while you were playing in the courtyard entry to your house in the Avraham Avinu area of Hebron, the same group of animals called PLO Arabs killed you with a sniper's bullet to your head. I saw but did not understand your picture as you lay dying in the first few minutes after being shot in your playground which my friend, Moshe, also 15 months old next door to my house, showed me from the internet picture that his father printed to wear on his back here in Atzmona.
You see, Shalhevet, you do not know me as I lie here in this big ICU unit in Soroka Hospital in Beer Sheva, but my body and head is riddled with mortar shrapnel from the cousins of the same group of animals who killed you 10 days ago. I had surgery last night and am in lots of pain and am in a coma. My parents cannot hear my pain as I await G-d's decision if I am to live or die in the next few hours. I heard from the nurses that world Jewry is praying to G-d to let me have a chance, unlike you, to ask for my Afikoman present on the Seder table.
I tried to be helpful to my mother yesterday as she rushed around to make our little house kosher for Passover. I was playing near her outside, like all other 15 month old children, careful not to bring any of my cookies (chametz) into our kitchen. I was eating the cookie outside just like Eema asked me to do.
Shalhevet, I don't know why inhuman people around me, those animals called Arabs who killed you intentionally and may have caused my death or life want "humanitarian aid" as how can inhumans get humanitarian aid?
Shalhevet, who knows what will be my outcome as I cry and hurt and stare out with closed eyes in my little 15 month old body. I thought hospitals were for birth and not for pain... Oh, Shalhevet, it hurts me so much all over.
Shalhevet, please ask G-d if you see Him this morning to save me and allow the prayers around the world that are being said now for me to make Him let me live.
I must go now and try to relax with all this machinery plugged into my motionless body. I think my Eema just woke up next to my bed. I feel a lot of water on my leg. It must be Eema crying again. Have a great Passover with G-d...
Love,
Ariel Ben Leah Yered
Another baby in trouble with life or death from the PLO peace partners
Dear Shalhevet H"YD:
"Boker tov Shalhevet! How are you doing in Heaven? Are you helping G-d prepare for Passover? I am Ariel ben Leah Yered and am 7 months older than you were. I live in Atzmona which is closer to Ashkelon. We heard about your city of Hebron being fired upon daily for the last 7 months.
When I was your age of 10 months old until yesterday, our yishuv did not get any bullets, booms, or mortars. We heard about it from our other 15 month old cousins who live in Hebron near where you used to live.
I heard that while you were playing in the courtyard entry to your house in the Avraham Avinu area of Hebron, the same group of animals called PLO Arabs killed you with a sniper's bullet to your head. I saw but did not understand your picture as you lay dying in the first few minutes after being shot in your playground which my friend, Moshe, also 15 months old next door to my house, showed me from the internet picture that his father printed to wear on his back here in Atzmona.
You see, Shalhevet, you do not know me as I lie here in this big ICU unit in Soroka Hospital in Beer Sheva, but my body and head is riddled with mortar shrapnel from the cousins of the same group of animals who killed you 10 days ago. I had surgery last night and am in lots of pain and am in a coma. My parents cannot hear my pain as I await G-d's decision if I am to live or die in the next few hours. I heard from the nurses that world Jewry is praying to G-d to let me have a chance, unlike you, to ask for my Afikoman present on the Seder table.
I tried to be helpful to my mother yesterday as she rushed around to make our little house kosher for Passover. I was playing near her outside, like all other 15 month old children, careful not to bring any of my cookies (chametz) into our kitchen. I was eating the cookie outside just like Eema asked me to do.
Shalhevet, I don't know why inhuman people around me, those animals called Arabs who killed you intentionally and may have caused my death or life want "humanitarian aid" as how can inhumans get humanitarian aid?
Shalhevet, who knows what will be my outcome as I cry and hurt and stare out with closed eyes in my little 15 month old body. I thought hospitals were for birth and not for pain... Oh, Shalhevet, it hurts me so much all over.
Shalhevet, please ask G-d if you see Him this morning to save me and allow the prayers around the world that are being said now for me to make Him let me live.
I must go now and try to relax with all this machinery plugged into my motionless body. I think my Eema just woke up next to my bed. I feel a lot of water on my leg. It must be Eema crying again. Have a great Passover with G-d...
Love,
Ariel Ben Leah Yered
Another baby in trouble with life or death from the PLO peace partners