Here Lived
My name is Oshrit. I’m 45 years old, born and raised in Nir Oz, where I spent most of my life with my three brave boys: Guy, 14 and a half, Yanai, 12, and Matan, 9, and alongside my beloved parents, Idit and David.
This home was full of light, laughter, and love. Life here was ordinary and good.
For the past five years, I’ve worked as a cook with much love and enjoyment. Feeding our community has brought me real joy, both during the weekdays and on holidays.
October 7th
On that horrific Saturday, the terrorists didn’t enter our home. They didn’t enter or touch a thing. My eldest, Guy, said we had divine protection watching over us. My two younger boys told me they felt as though they were floating in a calm, still ocean. I’d put headphones on their heads and played their favorite music. They drifted back to sleep and heard nothing of the chaos outside.
I did what I know best: I kept them safe.
Giving has always been part of who I am. I loved being a part of this community, most of whom had a hand in raising me, some of whom I had worked with side-by-side. Being able to give something back to them was a privilege. October 7 hasn’t changed that. If anything, it has only grown stronger.
What Happened Since
Our home has since moved to Karme Gat, and it’s still a home of love, laughter, and light. A home of growth, renewal, and togetherness.
