On the 7th of October I woke up to a morning of terror, where my father's friends were fighting in the first line of defense and massacre videos were being distributed on the Internet. My cousin was sent to the reserves in the north, at the beginning of the war the north was calm, but after a while the attacks started in the north of the country as well. My father was not put into the reserves because of his age, but all his soldiers from the army served on the Gaza border, so he wanted to contribute in any way he could, he volunteered to bring equipment to the soldiers and raise money, he arrived at the first line of defense in Gaza and distributed equipment for military activity. My father would want to go in to fight but my mother and I were against it, so my father started helping the soldiers in whatever way he could. From the beginning of the war, all my thoughts turned to hope and faith that everything would work out in the end.
In Haifa, the city where I live, there was one air alarm and at the time I was at my friend's house, we were both sleeping and suddenly my mother called me to inform me that there was going to be an alarm according to my cousin in the north, I woke up my friend and we went to her older sister to ask if there was talk about it in the news, when we started talking to her sister the alarm started, we were all very stressed, and in the end it was a false alarm.
