We thought it was a one-time attack...

Residents of Tiberias wonder how long it will be before their luck runs out. My family and I were sitting at the kitchen table on Saturday, when suddenly we heard an extremely loud boom. It sounded as if something had exploded over our heads. Soon after, similar sounds were heard and we began to understand that we were under attack. My mother was hysterical as we went down to the safe room. My father did not want to go with us and I was forced to push him inside for his own safety. When everything calmed down, I got into the car with my parents and we drove over to see if my grandparents were OK. However, on our way there, the alarm went off in the city and we were forced to get out of the car and walk into the nearest building for shelter. The alarm was so loud and frightening that I started screaming. I heard children crying on the streets and saw one child running around calling out and looking for his dog. When we finally reached our destination, my grandfather's caregiver was in a state of shock and did not understand the situation. She asked us if the Arabs had arrived in Tiberias and whether they were attacking people on the streets. Since it was quiet again, everyone thought that this was a one-time attack. We soon learnt that we were wrong as more missiles fired over the city. I admire the citizens of Kiryat Shmona for having dealt with this kind of situation for years. I now fully understand their pain and don't wish this on anyone. I feel that Israel has been hit and slapped. Stores are closed and everyone stays at home. We do not have a shelter at home and even if we did, my husband is sick and handicapped and would not be able to go into it. I am lonely. The only time I see anyone is when my son comes by to bring us some medicine despite the warning not to leave the house. My heart is torn when I think of all the victims who were hurt and killed in the North by these horrible attacks. I wish for some peace and quiet again. If the situation gets worse, we will think of temporarily leaving our homes and going to the central area of the country.