I haven’t seen my brother Eviyatar in a video.
I just couldn’t do it.
Hearing a description was almost too much: Eviyatar, just 24, looking like a living skeleton, digging a grave in a Hamas tunnel, softly saying he hadn’t eaten in days. He whispered about his fear of dying there.
Even though I haven’t seen it, that image is now forever etched in my heart.
I made the choice to avoid watching it—because I know that if I do, I’ll break. And if I break, I won’t be able to fight for him. I can’t be his voice.
So I push on. Because what choice do I have? Even if the burden feels nearly unbearable.
Eviyatar was supposed to be at the Nova Music Festival on October 7th, but it turned into a tragedy. Since that day, my family has been living through one nightmare after another. But nothing prepared us for this revelation.
The video released by Hamas shows my brother—a mere shadow of himself. He’s starving, his eyes are sunken, and his voice is feeble. He counts the days without food or water, waiting like a prisoner at the wall. He digs a hole and calls it his grave.
This goes beyond psychological torture. It’s a calculated act of starvation, designed both to break him and us. Hamas is exploiting my brother’s agony to promote their agenda, turning his suffering into a weapon.
My brother is buried alive. And here’s the chilling truth: he may have only a day left to live.
There’s no time for more speeches, more handshakes, or hollow promises. Action is needed. Now.
I plead with world leaders—especially President Trump. To all nations claiming to uphold human rights: the clock is ticking, and we need you to save my brother.
Don’t let Eviyatar perish in that tunnel. Don’t allow him to starve while the world looks away. Don’t wait until it’s too late for us to mourn.
He’s not just a headline or a bargaining chip. He’s my brother, a living person—and he’s barely hanging on.
Don’t hurt anyone
Please, let me tell you about Eviyatar.
He’s the middle child among three brothers. He has a kind heart, a silly sense of humor, and he enjoys making those around him laugh. Music is his passion, particularly rock and roll.
He wouldn’t harm a soul. His only “offense”? Attending a party with friends.
That’s who is suffering in that tunnel.
A young man filled with potential, dreaming of falling in love and living his life freely.
Instead, he’s trapped, forgotten, and starving in the dark.
I often wonder how to make the world care enough. Yet, I scream regardless.
Eviatar and the other hostages—50 in total—are victims of calculated cruelty. Humanitarian aid in Gaza must reach them as well.
Hamas’s claims and statements aren’t enough. They have to provide tangible proof that they are giving hostages food, water, and medical care.
All organizations sending supplies to civilians should demand evidence that hostages are receiving adequate care. If Hamas declines, the world needs to act.
Plea for “one bold deal”
Hamas is the only barrier between the hostages and their freedom. They’re the same regime that starves not just hostages, but their own people.
International pressure should focus solely on them.
Silence is complicity. You don’t have to know Eviyatar personally to advocate for him. You just need to be human.
To President Trump: Thank you for being a voice for the hostages. You brought hope to our family. Now, we turn to you once more—with everything that’s left—for assistance.
We truly believe, like most Israelis, that only a comprehensive agreement—a bold deal that brings all 50 hostages home—can end this horror and save Eviatar’s life.
Mr. President, we know you care. Use your influence, leadership, and strength to bring Eviyatar and the other hostages back home. We believe it’s possible.
Time is running out. Help us bring them back before there’s no one left to welcome home.
Please.
Don’t let my little brother die this way.
