She was only eight years old.
On August 9, 2001, at the Sbarro restaurant in the heart of Jerusalem, little Chayaâs world was torn apart in a single, merciless moment.
Her parents, Mordechai and Tzira.
Her little brother Avraham Yitzhak.
In the blink of an eye, five members of one family were murdered. She and her sister Leah were the only ones left alive from the family that had simply gone out for a day together.Â
Sixteen innocent lives were taken that afternoon.Â
A restaurant full of families, children, ordinary people just living â turned into a scene of unimaginable horror.
Chaya survived the blast.
But she has carried the wounds â both the visible scars on her body and the deeper ones no one can see â every single day since.
Twenty-five years later, she has built a life. She has started her own family.Â
There are moments of light, of love, of ordinary joy that she once could not even imagine.
And still, the longing only grows.
The unforgettable moments that should have been shared.
The empty seats at every celebration.
The parents who never got to meet their grandchildren.
The siblings whose voices she can no longer hear.
She speaks of the injury that never fully leaves her body⊠and of the ache that never leaves her heart.
Some wounds do not heal with time.
They simply learn to live alongside the living.
May the memories of Mordechai, Tzira, Raâaya, Avraham Yitzhak, and Hemda be a blessing.
And may Chayaâs courage â the quiet, daily courage of a woman who lost almost everything and still chose to build a future â be a light.
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