Three years ago, we had no idea that our lives were about to change. Tonight, we are celebrating the same holiday we celebrated that evening, before waking up on Simchat Torah morning - the morning of the massacre. I was awake that night. I couldn’t sleep. By the time the first siren sounded, I was already completely immersed in what was happening. The first thing I did, as always, was check the terrorist channels I knew well. The first rocket launch had already been filmed. Then came more footage - motorcycles racing forward. I didn’t really understand what I was seeing. I saved it. What came after that footage was hell. A hell we are still living in today. What followed exposed us to a world of unimaginable cruelty - the screams, the horrors, the blood, the bodies, the smell. So many prayers. So many pleas. So many we couldn’t reach in time. So many we wanted to save, if only we could have. All of us were fighting for our lives. For days, we barely left our homes. Anyone who went outside was considered brave. We prepared our weapons and waited for them to come for us too. Every movement looked suspicious. And we all swore that, even at the cost of our own lives, we would not let them take us. We planned our deaths. Men and women, adults and children - all of us. We prepared for a battle we had never asked for. The heroes who rose that day saved our lives. They stopped the terrorists from reaching the center and the north of the country - from reaching us. At the cost of their lives, we survived. Mothers and fathers watched their children walk out the door for the last time to protect us, never to return. And ever since, I have done everything I can to make sure we remember them. To make sure we remember what happened. To make sure we never forget, and that their deaths were not in vain. Because if we ever forget October 7, we have no right to exist. This is not a slogan. It is an entire ideology I live by. It is the belief burning in my blood. It is the belief that must burn within every one of us, everywhere in the world. History will never forget where we stood. And it is our duty to make sure: Never again. Shabbat Shalom and Chag Sameach to everyone.