Two nights ago I spoke with a friend of mine. It’s has become our usual practice recently especially since we live far apart. She told me that the cousin of her friend, whom I also personally know, worked in the grocery store in Paris. By “the grocery store” I mean the one that became the target of the terrorist attack just before the last Shabbat.
She worked there as a cashier and she was the first person having a gun pointed at her head. The terrorist pulled the trigger.
And the gun failed to fire. He pulled the trigger again. The gun failed to fire. He checked it and tried one more time. The gun yet again failed to fire.
“You don’t want to die, do you?” She heard him say.
She’s at home now. In shock, but safe. Baruch HaShem for the lives saved and Baruch Dayan ha’Emet for the lives lost.