“Once on the banks of the wadi
Two oaks in the stone
Two oaks I knew,
There, on the slope of the wadi
The story has been completed
Who, like an oak, will sacrifice all
Two oaks I knew,
There, on the slope of the wadi”

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Vered and Ofir’s second son.
A brother to Aviv, Idan and Ori.
A true friend, special and unique, with a level-headed outlook and extraordinary determination, who paved his own way in life.
Everybody who knew him, or ever brushed arms with him, knew that under the hard layers hid a gentle, sensitive, intelligent and modest boy, who wore his heart on his sleeve.
Nitzan only began to flourish, only dared to blossom, just before his light went out.
On the morning of Saturday, October 7, in his apartment in the “Young Generation” neighborhood, while holding on to the safe room’s door to keep the terrorists from entering, he was shot and injured.
He wrapped his own tourniquet and managed to escape through the safe room’s window and run, but he died from his wounds some time later.
He was 19 at the time of his death.