This week, Pegman takes us to the cradle of civilization: Tel Saki, Syria. The country has been at war longer than Pegman has been mapping, so the pictures are confined to photo sphere and often feature shattered lands and cityscapes.
I really was going to wait to write a story today, but this photo grabbed me and wouldn’t let go.
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 150
MOST HOLY PLACE
25 October 1973
My Dearest Y’hudit,
This morning, the doctor told me I’ll be home in time for our son’s Brit Milah. Unless he is a she. I would wink but my eyes no longer work.
Why on the holiest of holidays? One minute I’m davening in shul and the next I’m dodging tanks and enemy bullets. No time to break the fast.
I watched our field doctors bind the wounds of Egyptians. “Would Moses do the same?” I asked Baruch Levin, one of our medics.
He replied, “Talmud teaches, ‘He who saves one life… is as if he saves an entire universe.’ On the battlefield no life that can be saved should be lost.”
Later, one of his grateful patients blew Baruch’s righteous head off. It was the last thing I saw…forever.
I’m sorry to burden you, my beloved. I hope you can still love me.
Brit Milah – Rite of Circumcision, performed when a baby boy is eight days old.
Davening – Praying
Shul – Orthodox term for synagogue
Eem ahavah – With Love