On February 28th, Helena Halevi celebrated her 59th birthday. She had no way of knowing that on that day there was a meeting taking place in Nablus (Shechem, a city in Samaria whose population is Arab) Square.
Daoud Kantoni and Anas Elan, a twenty year old from a nearby Arab village met in the square. In order to get to Nablus, where Elan accepted the mission he was offered, he 
They had bought their granddaughter a pink bicycle.
took the road that passes by the Jewish town of Kedumim.
Rafael, Helena’s husband, kissed her. Daoud patted Elan's back and wished him every success in his mission.
One month later,on a Thursday, Rafael and Helena drove to their granddaughter’s third birthday party. They had bought her a pink bicycle.
That day, Elan returned to Nablus Square.
There, in the square, he picked up his belt of explosives. Nine kilograms that destroyed life and happiness for a three generation radius. From the square, Elan traveled to Kalkilya. His Mazda, the one with the explosive belt inside, might have been right behind the Mitsubishi that carried the pink bicyle.
He drove to the Kalkilya zoo, to pick up a monster in human clothing.
They had already hugged Roni, she was happily riding her new bicycle.
He met the monster, put the belt on him, gave him a long, black overcoat and attached the button for setting off the explosives to the inside of the pocket.
Rafael and Helena said goodbye to Roni and drove off in their Mistubishi.
Elan and the monster drove off in their Mazda.
Elan reached Karnei Shomron, a Jewish town in Samaria, via a dirt road.
Rafael and Helena drove on the parallel road. Perhaps they were happily discussing the party, perhaps planning the coming Sabbath meals.
Elan stopped at an intersection and dropped the monster off there.
Rafael and Helena passed the entrance to Samaria, picked up two youngsters, younger than Elan, named Reut and Shaked.
Elan went home, turned on the TV and waited. The monster waited, trying to hitch a ride.
They drove for 13 minutes and then an explosion destroyed all life in the vicinity. 
Rafael stopped and picked up the hitchhiker, who sat next to Shaked. They drove for 13 minutes and then an explosion destroyed all life in the vicinity.
The next morning Elan was arrested.
We buried my mother and father.
The Feldman’s buried their daughter and the Laskar’s buried their son.
Three years have passed since four life sentences were handed down to Elan, but it looks as though he will soon drive past the hitchhiking intersection at Karnei Shomron again, on his way home.
We will drive past there as well, on our way to the fourth memorial service for my parents. Another brave family will hug their son, and another family will celebrate a birthday without being able to imagine that Elan is meeting Daoud again in Nablus Square.
If you want to protest freeing Ana Mutstafa Mahmoud Elan, i.d. 946588720, send a letter to Adv. Amy Palmor, Head of Clemency Department, Justice Ministry, 29 Salah a Din Street, Jerusalem, send a fax to 03-6466813 or to email: emip@justice.gov.il