My home has always been full of life. Thank God, every Shabbat and holiday many people gather there. It is filled with the smells of food, with joy and with love.
For me, home is scent and taste — feeling the floor beneath my feet, towels that I washed myself, the view of Moshav Betzet from the window, the sea stretching out before me, and Rosh HaNikra.
I struggle deeply without my home. Home is my connection to the land
I am deeply grateful to God that my daughter gave birth to her only son in my arms.
On Tisha B’Av, it is customary in our family to clean the house thoroughly, as we prepare it for the coming of the Messiah. We organize and arrange everything as on Passover night.
My daughter wanted to participate in the cleaning until the very last moment, and therefore did not tell me that she was having contractions. When we finished and everything was clean and orderly, I gave her a foot massage, and suddenly she said she needed to go to the bathroom. I immediately understood and said to her, “Push.”
That is how Miron was born directly into my hands. I am deeply grateful for that moving
First and foremost, I hope for peace and security.
I hope to return home soon, that Shlomi will be rebuilt, and that we will return to live in our familiar green surroundings.
I bless the entire people of Israel that the soldiers will return home, and that all the hostages — women and men — will return quickly to their families.
Beyond that, nothing more is needed
On October 7, our entire family was together after a very joyful evening before Simchat Torah. We baked bread, opened pomegranates from the sukkah — a farewell evening to the holiday of Sukkot.
The children were there (five children, 23 grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren). My sister and her family were also with us, including her married daughters.
On the night of the holiday we went to sleep, and I had difficulty waking up. I got up at 9 a.m. and suddenly saw that the television was on. They told us that my grandson Yuval had been drafted, as well as my son-in-law. There was supposed to be a wedding that week, and in a single moment we moved from great joy in the home to tension and fear. My entire life was turned upside down
What gave me strength to cope with this difficult period was volunteering. Every day I prepared food for soldiers and knitted them warm hats and scarves. It helped me tremendously
Mary Pinto, 70, born in Israel (Safed).
Her home is in Shlomi. Evacuated to the Dan Mount Scopus Hotel, Jerusalem.
Interviewer: Nava Tal
76, born in Tunisia.
Her home is in Shlomi. Evacuated to the Dan Mount Scopus Hotel, Jerusalem.
Interviewer: Nava Tal
