3 skirts,

3 neshamos saved

1:30pm on that fateful day terrorists entered my home. In terror, I ran to hide in a closet. After a short time, They broke the door and pulled me out. They brought the two kids to me - one age 4 1/2 and one almost 4. They took us out of the home and through the settlement, passing by homes of destruction, and so much blood.

As we were prodded along, all we heard was gun shots and screams. The devastation was unbearable. We were heading to Gaza. When we were almost by the entrance of Gaza - I could already see their houses - they stopped us and motioned with their hands in a dismissive manner. I realized they were letting me go.

I told the kids we were going home and we walked the long way back, hiding multiple times along the way when we saw terrorists nearby.

Why was I saved? What was the message that I had to give over?

Before they took me out of my home, I was given not one but 3 skirts to put on, one over the other. 3 skirts to ensure that I was modest.

3 skirts that protected 3 lives.