The sirens started at 3AM. By Saturday night, we were already in motion.

We’re not going to sugarcoat it—we’re exhausted.

Physically, from the relentless nighttime sirens and sleepless interruptions.
Emotionally, from over 600 days of war and uncertainty.

The attacks began at 3AM Friday morning, technically Thursday night—when Meir Panim was already closed for Shabbat. Those hours gave us just enough time to focus on our families and personal safety. But the moment Shabbat ended, our team was already coordinating with branch managers to get to work.

They packed hot meals.

They showed up for the people of Israel.

Because this is what we do.

Even now, with the entire country ordered to stay close to bomb shelters, Meir Panim hasn’t stopped. We’ve quickly adapted all branches to pickup-only service so people can still get the food they need—safely.

And because schools are closed, we’re handing out toys tons of them—to children stuck at home. A small comfort, but a meaningful one.