The War with Iran – My Thoughts and Experiences

 

I was in my dorm in Ramat Gan when the first siren went off. At first, I didn’t think it was anything serious. In those first few days, I wasn’t fully aware of what was happening. But as the sirens became more frequent, my roommates and I started going to the Mamad (safe room) three or four times a day.

The sirens would often go off in the middle of the night - around 3 or 4 a.m. and it was always difficult to immediately realize that we had to rush to the Mamad. It was a stressful time. My mom kept calling me from Russia, worried, and my dad was in Haifa. Emotionally, I went through some very strange and conflicting feelings.

What helped me the most was not being alone. I was with my dorm neighbors, and we supported each other through it all. That sense of community and shared experience made it more bearable.