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Never Forget: October 7th, Los Angeles, CA (2026)

12/29/2025

Never forget‼️
The monsters of Satan erased this smile.
Do not say there are no monsters in the world.
It is forbidden to forget. It is forbidden to forgive.

12/22/2025

Here is a faithful, sensitive translation into English, preserving the spirit and respect of the original:

He didn’t act that morning to be a hero.
He acted simply because there were people who needed help, and when he could have escaped, he chose to stay and help.

Ben Shimoni was a people person. A successful entrepreneur with a big and rare heart, someone who felt responsibility for those around him without ever making a show of it. He came to the area of the festival in the south to spend time, listen to music, and breathe freedom. But when the morning turned into hell, Ben stopped being a guest and became a protector.

Amid the gunfire and chaos, he returned again and again to the danger zone. He rescued the wounded, helped people into cars, guided complete strangers to safety. Dozens survived because of his calm under pressure and his unimaginable courage. He did not seek glory and did not think of himself. He simply saw human beings and knew what needed to be done.

At a certain point, while continuing to help others at the Alumim junction, he was killed. That is how the life of a man who chose good, even as evil raged around him, came to an end.

Ben Shimoni left behind a loving family, brokenhearted friends, and countless people who are alive today because of him. He did not have time to say goodbye or to say everything, but his actions speak in a quiet, powerful voice.

There are people who do not need a monument.
They are already engraved in the heart.

Ben Shimoni
May his memory be a blessing 💔🕯️🇮🇱

12/21/2025

Here is a sensitive and respectful translation into English, preserving the meaning while avoiding graphic detail:

The heart breaks at the horror that crept into the quiet home in Kibbutz Holit, when death knocked at the door with screams of hatred.
Adi Vital Kaplon z”l, 33, a woman made entirely of love and light, found herself in a living nightmare when terrorists stormed her home. Adi, a Canadian citizen who lived her life with innocence and joy, was transformed in an instant into a wounded lioness, fighting for the lives of her children against inhuman cruelty.

As the attackers broke into the house, Adi showed extraordinary courage and managed to hide her two young children, Negev, four years old, and Eshel, only five months old. She stood between them and the terror, using her own body to try to stop the evil, while her children heard the chaos from their hiding place. Adi was murdered inside the home that was meant to protect her, taken with devastating cruelty as she defended her children until her final breath.

The attackers took the frightened children with them toward Gaza, before they were miraculously released near the border. Adi was left behind, silent within the ruins of her life, an innocent victim of a blood soaked Saturday that will never be forgotten. She left behind a husband and a shattered family, and a story of a mother’s heroism, a woman who gave her life so her children could continue to live.

12/21/2025

The heart shatters into pieces and the soul cries out to the heavens in the face of cruelty with no end. Moriah Raviv z”l (23), the beautiful and pure flower from Kiryat Motzkin, went down to the desert radiant with happiness and hope to celebrate her 23rd birthday at the Nova party.

She was a girl and a woman at the peak of her beauty and bloom, full of dreams, asking only to dance her life and celebrate her youth under the open sky.

But instead of songs of joy and candles of celebration, complete darkness reached her. Human monsters, predators devoid of humanity, emerged from hell and cut her life short in a single cruel moment. Moriah was murdered in cold blood on her birthday, violently taken while she only asked to live and rejoice.

Her dance was stopped with a piercing screech, and she remained there, beautiful and still, a chilling testimony to absolute evil meeting pure innocence. Moriah will remain forever 23, the girl who came to celebrate life and found her death at the hands of the wicked.

12/20/2025

There are stories that enter the heart and never leave.
Shiral Golan is one of them.

A Nova survivor. A young woman who only wanted to live.
Since that morning, she tried again and again to hold on. To escape the pain for a moment. To heal. To return to who she was.
She traveled far. Came back. Went in and out of hospitalizations. Tried routine. Tried love.
And the trauma did not let go.

In her conversations, she did not ask for mercy. She asked for air.
She said simply that she wanted to erase Nova from her life.
Three and a half hours of fear. Hiding. Running for her life. One rescue at the very last moment.
And then a false silence. Without treatment. Without a hand truly holding her.
Afraid to say out loud I need help.

And the most painful sentence
“The state abandoned me.”

Her partner Adi speaks about one message. About an ordinary Saturday night. About the tomorrow they planned.
About one small sentence that gives no rest
Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
And how one tomorrow never came.

Her mother Yaffa speaks and the heart breaks.
She is still waiting for Shiral at the door.
Still hears her asking Mom what’s there to eat.
Smelling a dress. Searching for touch.
To be without Shiral is to be without life.

And within all this, the data is cold and terrifying.
Thousands of survivors. Only half returned to work.
Many asked for treatment and did not receive it.
People who reach the edge not because they want to die
but because they can no longer carry life.

Shiral was not alone in her pain.
But she felt alone.
And this is our responsibility as a society as a state as human beings
not to leave any survivor alone in the darkness.

May the memory of Shiral Golan be a blessing.
And may we learn truly learn before another heart is broken.

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12/20/2025

She only wanted to live. To dance until morning. To laugh with friends. To feel free.
Instead of music and sun on her face came gunfire. Fear. Cruelty beyond comprehension. Hamas monsters cut short young lives that asked only for joy.

Sapir Bilmas was a beautiful young woman with an open heart and contagious energy. Those who knew her spoke of a smile that always arrived before she did, of genuine love for people and for life’s small moments. She loved music. Loved friends. Loved being truly present. Sapir came to the Nova party to celebrate, like so many young people who could never imagine what the morning would bring.

When the attack began, she tried to escape. Tried to survive. But the evil was fast and merciless. Sapir was murdered that cursed morning and became another name on a list too painful to bear. An entire family collapsed. Friends were left with unanswered questions and a longing that will never let go.

She was not a symbol. She was not a headline. She was a daughter. A friend. A dream. A whole life that stopped in an instant.
And it is our duty to remember. To say her name. To never let the world forget who is who.

May her memory be a blessing 💔🕯️🇮🇱

12/20/2025

She only wanted to live. To dance. To breathe freedom. To laugh with friends under open skies. One morning of music and love turned into hell, and like so many others, her life was cut short with a cruelty beyond words.

Shani Louk was a young woman full of light. A talented tattoo artist, a German Israeli citizen, the daughter of a loving mother, and someone who knew how to see beauty in every person. She came to the Nova festival to celebrate, to connect, to be part of a moment of life. When the terror attack began, she tried to escape along with others, but she was brutally murdered by Hamas terrorists.

Her image became one of the most painful symbols of that day. Not because of how she was seen in death, but because of who she was in life. A young woman with dreams, with an open heart, with an entire future erased in a single moment.

For long days she was listed as missing. Hope battled fear. And then the hardest news of all arrived. Shani is gone. But her spirit remains. The smile. The creativity. The light.

Shani Louk was not a number and not a headline. She was a whole world.

May her memory be a blessing 🕯️💔🇮🇱

12/15/2025

Alon Kaminer is one of those people who remind us what true Israeli spirit really means.
A Navy reserve soldier who was severely wounded deep in combat on October 7. An explosion from a gr***de on the vessel he was on caused him to lose both arms, one leg, and an eye. His condition was defined as critical, and doctors fought for his life for many long hours. This information is verified by official sources including Ynet, Israel Hayom, and the Shavim website.

But Alon refused to break. Out of unimaginable pain, he began a rehabilitation journey that lasted many months, including countless surgeries and a daily confrontation with a new reality. Instead of hiding, he chose to step into the spotlight and turn his injury into a banner for social change. This information is verified by Israel Hayom and leaders of the Shavim initiative.

Alon created the “Everywhere” project, which presents wounded soldiers as they truly are: human beings who continue to live, to dream, and to lead. He approached the fashion company Renuar with a courageous initiative, asking to create a campaign in which wounded soldiers are not portrayed through pity, but as models of strength and authenticity. The campaign was launched and received widespread attention.

Recently, Alon also traveled to the Vatican and met with Pope Francis, who welcomed him warmly and gave him a personal blessing for the path he is leading and for the strength he gives to others.

Alon does not tell only a story of pain. He tells a story of choosing life, of faith in humanity, and of the ability to turn deep injury into daily victory. He stands in front of the mirror without fear and before society without masks, asking for just one thing: real visibility for the wounded, for those returning from battle, for those who were injured, for those who keep moving forward.

Alon Kaminer is a living reminder of the power of standing tall. He shows us all that heroism does not end on the battlefield. It continues every morning when you choose to rise again.

💙✨🔥

12/15/2025

The first candle of Hanukkah.
The Festival of Light 🕯️

We light a small flame and ask to bring light into the darkness.
But there is one darkness that still burns the heart and refuses to let go.

On the morning of October 7, young people went out to dance.
Not to fight. Not to hate.
Only to rejoice. To embrace. To release music into the sky and spread the simple light of life ✨

They came with smiles.
With colorful clothes.
With small and big dreams.
With the belief that where there is music, there is hope 🎶

And then a great darkness fell upon them.
A cruel darkness.
A darkness born only in places where humanity has died.

Monsters of evil slaughtered them.
Without mercy. Without distinction.
Extinguishing light that was meant to keep shining for many more years 🖤

And the heart refuses to accept the gap
Between the Festival of Light
And the darkness that poured onto the dance floor.

On the first candle of Hanukkah,
we do not light only for tradition.
We light for them 🕯️

For those who went out to dance and never returned.
For those who believed in light and were taken with cruelty.
For families left with rooms that are far too quiet
And hearts that are far too broken 💔

This candle is small.
But it is a cry.
It is memory.
It is a promise that despite all the pain,
we will not allow darkness to win.

May their memory be light.
Pure light.
A light that will never go out ✨

12/14/2025

A black Saturday morning, October 7 💔
Before the nation tore its garments in mourning, the thread of life was torn from a woman who was meant to lead the front line of science.
Dr. Lilia Gurevich Vasilkovsky z”l, 38, an extraordinary Jewish woman and a devoted mother of young twins, was not just a festival goer. She was a senior scientist who insisted on combining vision with a promising career, a woman filled with talent and light.

Lilia immigrated from Chisinau at a young age and embodied excellence. She served as an officer in the Military Police and later completed all three of her academic degrees in biology and chemistry at Ben Gurion University, earning her doctorate at the age of 38.

Her impressive academic work did not remain within laboratory walls. She was the head of molecular biology at a promising startup, Amai, which researches and develops a groundbreaking protein that may serve as a sugar substitute. Her work aimed to change human lives, and she left a profound mark on the world of scientific research.

On that cursed Saturday, she went out to dance, to celebrate, to step away for a moment from laboratories and the world of microbes. That joy was taken brutally. She was murdered in cold blood while trying to escape the Nova festival near Kibbutz Re’im. Her life, devoted to knowledge, education, family, and science, was cut short in an instant.
Lilia was living proof that one could be a brilliant career woman, a feminist, a mother, and a scientist and all of it was crushed by absolute evil.

Her death is not only a personal tragedy, but a deep wound in the heart of Israeli science, which lost a groundbreaking researcher who was confidently walking toward a future full of promise.

12/14/2025

There are moments when words stand at attention. Before Omri’s story begins, the heart asks for a single breath.
A young fighter who carried not only combat gear on his back, but a spirit greater than himself. A spirit of quiet leadership, of pure intention, of love for the land and the uniform.
Omri did not seek to be seen. He sought to be. To be there for his friends. For his family. For the country he enlisted to serve with a full heart.

Omri grew up in Shadmot Dvora, a child of light with a rare smile that could change an entire room. Before the army, he spent a year of service in Be’eri, a place that connected him to people and community more deeply than he ever imagined. There he learned what giving truly means. What mission truly is.
One year in which he became like family to so many. One year in which he planted his roots even deeper in the soil of this land.

Then came his enlistment into the Paratroopers Reconnaissance Unit. There, they did not see only a fighter. They saw a leader.
The kind who does not need to raise his voice to be heard. The kind of person you follow and feel safe doing so. He never boasted about it, but his friends knew. His commanders knew. Even those who met him briefly knew. Omri was the kind of soldier an army hopes to receive.

During the days of fighting in Gaza, in December 2023, he wrote small thoughts in his journal about courage. He wrote that the war was hard, but that he knew who had walked before him. He thought of his grandfather Yaakov, who crossed frozen Europe at midnight with a small child on his back, and he told himself that if they survived that, he would keep moving forward too. Always forward. Without excuses.

On the day of his final battle, December twentieth, he went out with his team on a complex mission in the northern part of the Strip. Just before entering, he told them one simple sentence: We came to carry out the mission we enlisted for, and I trust you.
They knew he meant it. It was not drama. It was truth. The truth of a fighter who understands the weight of the moment.

During the battle, Omri was critically wounded. Yet none of the soldiers speak of fear in his eyes. They speak of calm. Of eyes looking forward even as the body failed. Of a strength that cannot be explained. Of a fighter’s heart that continued to think of others before himself. Until his final breath, he tried to be the pillar they could lean on, even as he himself leaned on it.

Omri is no longer here. But everything he was continues to echo. In a family that loves him with every breath. In friends who speak of him as if he only stepped out for a moment. In fighters who tell his story with pride. In the letters he left behind, written with goodness and simplicity by someone who never knew how great he truly was.

Today we tell his story not only to mourn a loss, but to say clearly that there were young people here who asked for nothing for themselves except to be good human beings. That there were fighters here who chose light even when heavy shadows fell around them. Omri was one of them. One of those who made our land a little more worthy.

Thank you, Omri, for a big heart that stayed open even where others would have closed. Thank you for the courage you left as a lesson. Thank you for a path that will never end.
You are not only a memory. You are a presence that continues to walk beside us, even when we cannot see it with our eyes.

12/13/2025

Guy Bezek z”l was nineteen years old when he went to defend his country on the front lines.
He grew up in Kochav Yair Tzur Yigal, where he developed into a young man with a big heart and natural leadership. Guy was an active member of the Scouts, always ready to take part and help those around him.

He fulfilled his dream when he enlisted in the Golani Brigade, Battalion 51, the place he chose to become a meaningful fighter and make an impact. The brown beret he received at the end of his training journey was taken from his father, who had served before him in the same unit.

On Saturday, October 7, Guy fought alongside his fellow soldiers in the battle for Kibbutz Kissufim, driven by a true sense of mission to protect the people and the community. He fell in that brutal war while facing danger with determination and great courage.

Guy was not only a fighter. He was a friend, a brother, a son, and a young leader who filled his life with a desire to be a better person, to give to others, and to seek meaning in everything he did. Before his life was cut short, he wrote a list of things he wanted to accomplish before the age of twenty. Today, his family continues that journey through his memory.

When we remember Guy, we do not see only the sacrifice, but also the light within him and the way he touched everyone around him. Smiling, caring, loving, always ready to help.

Guy Bezek z”l
May his memory be a blessing 💔🕯️🇮🇱

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