A boy was sleeping on a bus returning from a weekend trip when he was awoken by gunshots from armed terrorists attacking the bus. His mother shielded him as bullets tore through the bus and windows shattered. The driver sped up as police chased the terrorists. When the bus broke down, passengers fled as a gunfight ensued between police and terrorists. Some passengers were injured, though the boy and his family were physically unharmed. The story highlighted the mother's willingness to sacrifice for her son's safety.
A boy was sleeping on a bus returning from a weekend trip when he was awoken by gunshots from armed terrorists attacking the bus. His mother shielded him as bullets tore through the bus and windows shattered. The driver sped up as police chased the terrorists. When the bus broke down, passengers fled as a gunfight ensued between police and terrorists. Some passengers were injured, though the boy and his family were physically unharmed. The story highlighted the mother's willingness to sacrifice for her son's safety.
A boy was sleeping on a bus returning from a weekend trip when he was awoken by gunshots from armed terrorists attacking the bus. His mother shielded him as bullets tore through the bus and windows shattered. The driver sped up as police chased the terrorists. When the bus broke down, passengers fled as a gunfight ensued between police and terrorists. Some passengers were injured, though the boy and his family were physically unharmed. The story highlighted the mother's willingness to sacrifice for her son's safety.
It was a dark, cold night on the Jerusalem Highway. I
was asleep on the bus ride home after a fun-filled weekend spent with my cousins in Safed. All was peaceful, until a deafening shot woke me. Through the window, I saw a gang of armed terrorists driving alongside our bus. Suddenly the air was filled with the sound of gunfire and the subsequent screams. Bullets ripped through the bus’s wall as the passengers shrieked with fright or pain. It was utter chaos. My mother shielded me with her own body as my window exploded. The driver floored the accelerator as the terrorists pursued us in their own vehicles. It wasn’t long before we heard sirens. Just then, our bus broke down. We fled the bus as the police and terrorists exchanged gunfire. As more officers arrived on the scene, the terrorists were forced to flee. When the last echoing shot had died down, I stared at our ruined bus. I stared at the bullet holes. I stared at the shattered windows. And I stared at the blood. My family and I were okay physically, if not mentally. Not everyone was as lucky, however. This horrifying incident, as traumatic as it may have been, at least showed me the immense sacrifice that my loving mother would undergo for me. The above story is true, however the facts were exaggerated.