By Sofia Heller
A neighborhood united in prayer at the Tree of Life synagogue, serving that morning as a bright refuge from the Saturday Pittsburgh rain. The group’s prayers were soon cut silent, however, when gunshots hammered at the families and long-time friends. Light from the stained-glass windows above illuminated the blood below. The harmonies of the “Shema” and “Amidah” were replaced with the sounds of guttural screaming.