This morning, she was sleeping in bed. Tonight, she sleeps in the earth.
Thousands escorted Hallel Ariel to her final resting place. Just 13 years-old, she was stabbed more than a dozen times this morning by a 17 year-old terrorist, as she lay sleeping.
Hallel's mother kisses her bier.
"You didn't want anything." she chokes into the mic.
"Thirteen and a half years ago, after many challenges and attempts, I merited to give birth to you. Immediately there was light in my life. You had a crown of light, Hallel. You made me a mother." The crowd behind her starts to cry softly.
"Matriarch Sarah, hug her please, because I can no longer," she wails, begs, pleads with Heaven.
The mourners sing gently at Hallel's funeral, but their broken voices are nearly drowned out by the muezzins' calls from nearby Hevron. As the afternoon light fades to dusk, Hallel's funeral captures the pain of the situation: Israel remains a land besieged.