Creating a better tomorrow

We are not trying to return to normality,
we create a new normality.

About Us

Dedicated to Hope, Healing, and Recovery.

Fragments of Healing is a home for artists and services born from the rupture of October 7th — a space where creativity, healing, and meaning come together. Our mission is to support survivors in returning to action — not by restoring what once was, but by building a new kind of routine. Here, you’ll discover creators who’ve transformed pain into purpose, purchase original works, read powerful personal stories, and join a community that heals itself — together.

Every person has a name - and a story.

The community of the Nova survivors and the victims of the 7.10.

Here is part of what we do

Telling the Story

Of those who were there and can tell their story to the world.

Telling the Story

Each story carries the weight of loss and the strength of rebuilding. Discover the voices behind the fragments.
All stories

Enhance Survivor souls

Exhibit the creative art of the Nova community.

Enhance Survivor souls

Support survivor artists and discover their powerful creations. Browse the art shop.
Show arts

Cultivating a community

Of events and retreats - to make you strong. Together.

Cultivating a community

Healing begins with connection — we grow stronger together. Join the community that holds space for every story.
Our community
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Part of our events

Reconnect, heal, and grow through our meaningful events.
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After acceptance, We”ll let your story be told. 

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Upcoming events

Discover events that bring our community together — from healing retreats to creative workshops and shared memorial gatherings.
Each event is designed to support, connect, and empower survivors as they navigate their unique path forward.
Join us in moments of meaning, reflection, and renewed strength.

15/05/2025

David Shlomo

On the night of October 6th, I was dancing under the stars at the Nova Festival.
Music, friends, freedom.
It felt like the safest place on earth.

At 6:29 AM, my world flipped.

Missiles.
Screams.
Panic.

We ran. I dropped my phone.
I didn’t know where my friends were.
I didn’t know where I was.

And then —
A stranger pulled me into his car.
He screamed: “Get in! Now!”

I hesitated for half a second.
He didn’t.

He hit the gas.
Bullets hit the road behind us.

We drove for what felt like hours in silence.
Covered in dust. Covered in fear.
Alive.

I found out later that almost everyone I arrived with didn’t make it.

I think about that moment every single day.

Why did I survive?
Why was there room in that car?
Why me?

They say it was luck.
But it feels heavier than that.
It feels like responsibility.

To live better.
To love deeper.
To speak louder.

So I’m telling this story, not because I want sympathy —
But because I owe it to those who didn’t come back.

Their names.
Their laughter.
Their dreams.

They’re with me.

Always.

—David Shlomo
7.10 Survivor

07/05/2025

David Shlomo

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06/05/2025

Daniel Bachar

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