Thursday, August 9, 2001, (20th of Av) was a typically hot summer day in the city of Jerusalem.
At 2 pm the popular Sbarro pizza restaurant, at the busy intersection of King George Street and Jaffa Road, was crowded with customers, mostly women, teens, and young children.
Unnoticed, an Arab terrorist entered the restaurant, his guitar case filled with lethal explosives packed with nails, nuts and bolts. Suddenly Sbarro was ripped apart, shattering the lives of many families.
A witness described the horrific scene:
There was a blast so strong I was sure the world was collapsing, then tons of glass shattered all over. There was screaming and blood, people running and people frozen to the spot. Little kids were crying for their mothers and tons of blood all over the place, it was real chaos. I remember seeing a man covered in blood, a little girl with long hair matted in blood and glass, and the smell of smoke, explosives, and human flesh all mingled together.
Fifteen innocent people were murdered. Among them were Mordechai and Tzira Schijveschuurder, originally from Holland, and three of their children, Ra’aya, 14, Avraham Yitzhak, 4 and Chemda, 2. Two other daughters, Leah, 11, and Chaya, 8, were critically injured.
Little Chaya recalled her horrific experiences:
The last time I saw my little brother Avraham Yitzhak, he was lying on a stretcher in an ambulance. He had a bandage on his face. He was four years old. After the explosion, I ran out as fast as I could. I didn’t look at anything. I just ran out. A medic took me to an ambulance and that is where I saw Avraham Yitzhak for the last time.
After that they took me on a stretcher to the hospital, and I had to have an operation to remove the screws that entered my liver and leg. I saw a sign on the door that said 'Operating Room' and started to cry. In my house, they are sitting shiva right now. My brothers came here with their torn shirts. I asked them: “Why are your shirts torn?” but they didn’t want to tell me that our parents were dead. My brothers had not been with us in the restaurant. They found me first. After that, they found out that my sister and my little brother were dead. My little sister had always been happy. I remember her so well. She used to laugh all day long. Now our parents are not alive either. But soon Moshiach will come and all the people that have died, and all the people killed in wars and terror attacks, will come back to life.
Prime Minister Ariel Sharon went to the hospital to visit the surviving children of the Schijveschuurder family. When he asked 17-year-old Shevuel if there was anything he could do for them, the boy replied that if the Prime Minister wished to do something in remembrance of the souls of his murdered parents and siblings, he should observe the coming Shabbat. The non-observant Prime Minister, taken aback by the request, promised to try.
According to reports, Ariel Sharon kept his promise. Prime Minister Sharon observed the holy day of rest as best he could for the first time in his life.
He refrained from his usual round of official business and politics. He took no phone calls and did not travel.
Another person killed on that terrible day was young Malki Roth, a vivacious 15-year-old student.
In the last year of her life, Malki, a gifted musician and flute player, had written the lyrics and music of a song she planned to enter in a school musical competition. Though she completed the song and taught it to her friends, she did not 
submit it in time for the competition. Like most teens, she probably thought she had all the time in the world.
Her family became aware of the song's existence only when visitors mentioned it during the week of shiva. In an outpouring of their sympathy, Malki's friends reached out across Israel during that week of mourning, teaching Malki's song to hundreds of children and teenagers in youth group summer camps throughout the country. Since then, the words and music of her song continued to spread via a network of friends in Israel and other countries.
Shir Lismoach ("A Song of Joy" - or Malki's Song) is upbeat and optimistic, like Malki herself:
Each of us has a place in the World to Come
And that is already a reason to be happy.
We each have a spark and a start
And this is reason enough to be happy.
You live, breathe, move
That’s a good start!
Each of us has a way of arriving
We all have a way back too
We each have hope and future
And a place in the World to Come.
In tribute to Malki's brief life, her parents, Arnold and Frimet Roth, established the Keren Malki Foundation to assist families with special needs children. Malki had been dedicated to caring for children with disabilities, inspired by her own severely-disabled sister.
Shoshana Greenbaum, an only child and devoted teacher in the US, was also killed in the bombing. The official death toll did not include her unborn baby, who would have been the Greenbaums’ first child.
Her husband, Shmuel Greenbaum, despite his terrible loss, decided to take on a mission to spread kindness, which personified his late wife.
He met with a group of friends to discuss how to improve the world, and that was beginning of a daily newsletter called "A Daily Dose of Kindness", which grew from 150 participants to hundreds of thousands of readers all over the world.
The bereaved families felt they should try to transform the violent cruelty they had suffered into acts of compassion and significance. Despite their personal heartbreak, their strength provides us with incredible inspiration.
May the memories of those who were loved and lost inspire us to live a more meaningful, engaged life.
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(6) David Nachenberg, July 8, 2018 7:53 AM
My family was there, too...
My wife Chana Tova Chaya daughter of Paula Pesha and our daughter, who was not yet 3 at the time, were at Sbarro's that day, too. Our daughter was one of the few people who were not hurt, thank G-d. But my wife was injured by shrapnel that pierced an artery, cutting off blood flow from her heart to her brain. They brought her to hospital without a heartbeat, operated and brought her back to life. She was in that condition for so long (perhaps 20 minutes or more) that she is still hospitalized, in a PERMANENT vegetative state. And our daughter has grown up without a mommy. And I have been without a partner for almost 17 years. I have a "heter" but no one wants me. And I want a wife and another child so desperately.
Chana's parents and siblings have also been devastated in their own ways, too.
The arab muslims have so destroyed our family. There is nothing so horrible as islam, and I sincerely hope and pray for all of them around the World to cease to be, and soon. islam is an illness and should be eradicated, just like was done to smallpox.
Am Yisrael Chai.
(5) Beverly Margolis, August 11, 2015 4:14 AM
I remember it well
When the news came to me I almost put a hole through one of our walls.
However, this Shabbat I will attend shul for the first time in almost a year. I've been disabled by intractable pain that has no possibility of control despite the drugs they've tried me on.
But in honor of those innocent lives that were wiped out, I will get to shul one way or the other.
Meanwhile the goyim still don't know why we had to build a security fence, yet they see nothing wrong with the US wall between Mexico and the US. The Hispanics are not trying to kill us, just to make a living.
It is our custom at my shul to say kaddish every week because we don't know how many of our people were murdered in the Shoah or who has died without our knowledge. I love that tradition.
(4) David, Thaikand, August 10, 2015 11:41 PM
need a reminder?
The Palestinian Authority encourages its people to remember far better than we do, by naming streets and buildings after those that mass murder for Allah.
(3) Steven Katz, August 10, 2015 5:15 PM
One family has been forgotten
The Nachenberg family, it seems has been forgotten. Chana Nachenberg, Chana Tova Chaya bat Pesha, still remains in a vegetative state from that day. Her daughter, Sara, has grown into a teenager, without a mother. And Chanas' husband, my friend David struggles to raise his daughter, by himself, remains without his wife, and cannot move forward as long as Chana remains in a coma.
Perhaps, for them, they are the most affected victims, living with daily palpable reminders of that horrific day.
(2) Ann Canada, August 10, 2015 2:31 PM
In Loving Memory and Respect
To see Shmuel and Shoshana Greenbaum's photo in this thoughtful article, taken so many years ago, has led me to tears. What Shmuel has done with his grief and his great love for his dear wife and their unborn baby son, creating "A Daily Does of Kindness" is such a blessing to us and the whole world. B'H to all the families who survived the loss of their loved ones in this and so many other terrible attacks on innocent people.
(1) Chavah, August 10, 2015 3:09 AM
Let's all keep Shabbos!
What a request from a 17 year old visiting his critically wounded sister, having just lost 3 siblings and two parents - keep Shabbos.Who wouldn't keep Shabbos after reading this? We don't act like others who seek revenge. We seek kindness. May we continue to spread good and do mitzvos!!