Avrahami, Yakir

Son of Yocheved and Aaron. He was born on September 28, 1986 in the community community of Nirit in the Sharon. “Sandwich” boy, brother to lioness – eldest daughter and Noa – youngest daughter. Yakir was a healthy, energetic, Simcha and humorous child. Already in the kindergarten it is evident that he is a sociable type who likes to laugh and joke, and these qualities accompanied him later on. According to his mother’s decision, Yakir remained in kindergarten for another year, and for the first grade, Son of-Sheva immigrated to Israel due to his curiosity about the new experiences that awaited him. He did his elementary studies at the Aharonovitch school? In Kfar Malal, and at the end of sixth grade he went on to the “Ami Assaf” junior high and high school in Beit Berl. A good disciplined boy was able to buy the hearts of the teachers, and loved all the friends. Yakir’s days were full of sports activities: he was involved in judo, basketball, martial arts, “Capoeira” and running, and even participated in a survival class. Yakir had an impressive presence and his appearance was always meticulous and meticulous. His friends gave him the nickname “Yuk” and at home he was even nicknamed “Saudi Sheikh.” In the yearbook, it was written about Yakir: “The darling of the blacksmith To everyone’s surprise comes Manier, and if you get to know him … you know that everyone is silly. “Everyone is sure he speaks a foreign language (of blacks …), because he never says a word in the classroom, he’s driving all the time, everyone knows, Yuk is a dangerous guy.” The Lev of gold was precious, and it was full of warmth and love. “It’s rare to find a friend like Yakir,” said one of his friends, “a man everyone loves and everyone likes, and that’s because he always loved everyone and accepted everyone as they are, and honored them – whether they agreed with him or not.” For his friends Yakir was a role model; There was always joy in his surroundings: jokes, laughs, outings and good music, and the dog was whiskey, so loved by a loved one, who hung around between his legs. Reggae music was an inseparable part of Yakir’s life and soul. The walls of his room were decorated with pictures of Bob Marley – his favorite singer, and the percussion collection he played was growing steadily. Yakir’s great dream was to go after the army to Jamaica – the country of birth of such special reggae music, joy and rhythm. Yakir was motivated to contribute to the army and to the state as much as he could, and spoke constantly about his desire to volunteer for the “Shayetet.” Therefore, as recruitment approached, he increased his fitness training and even encouraged his friends to join him. One of them: “There was a crazy gym and a charisma of a real warrior, we would run in the forest, which would not be easy at all, he would skip them like a panther, and me, who usually came a few moments after him, would always feel victorious and taught me, Not once or twice, but always, you can go on. ” Yakir was drafted into the IDF on November 24, 2005. His desire to reach the “Shayetet” did not materialize, but he was accepted to the “Duvdevan” reconnaissance unit – one of the most elite units in the IDF. Yakir’s eyes were drawn forward, but his life was abruptly cut off, and his many plans were not fulfilled. On the day after his enlistment, on the 25th of November 2005, Yakir was killed at the age of nineteen and two months. He was laid to rest in the Kfar Saba military cemetery. He was followed by his parents and two sisters, and his girlfriend Gabi, who loved him passionately. Yakir’s loved ones parted from him in what they wrote in his memory. “Yakir and I have been friends since I remember, from the days we used to run around Yokhi Gardens in the big yard, through the days in the brigade, where we would go to Kfar Sava together, celebrate with Lag B’Omer and Nirit Independence Day, and high school days where we would spend a lot of time and train together for the army. … Yakir was a character whom you do not meet every day. A friend who really is TammyD was always there for you, the guy who always had fun being with him. He loved my songs and light and always, before every blessing or song we wrote about him, he would ask ‘just without nonsense …’. So, here is another limerick designed to tell something about Yakir: Imagine you know someone who is the best / It’s just a pleasure to meet him on the street / Anyone you know / One who has a million and one friends / This is the best friend who will never leave you alone / someone who is omnipotent / and always will always give you everything / think you know? This is the guy I love the most / the guy who will always stay in my Lev. Yakir did not celebrate his 20th birthday, Sarah Cohen wrote in his memory: “My God is behind the olive or the pine or the cypress,” I can now, or will come back again. At three? / It will only take a moment, I wanted you to give him a present, / he was born today. / Today twenty years ago. // I know you’ll agree, you’re merciful, good-looking, and / and the bag is so light, you will not find it difficult to carry. / Such a birthday bag, just like you give in the garden, because in my Lev, my mother’s Lev, he will always remain small. // It has a handful of seasonal flowers / flowers in a variety of colors that sprouted from the tears, / And it has a bright spring / sunbeam that warms its body in the cold and stands ostensibly It has a bag in it, it is a little big, I know / I could not reduce, I So miss / There is also a kind of little smile, just like the angle of the mouth / in memory of the days we laughed, and a lot. And there are some premature seeds, childhood seeds, seeds of beauty / memory to be preserved, this impeccable innocence. / And one soft touch that crept into her from nothing / with the aromas of love that had not yet been realized. // So my God, who is behind the olive or pine or cypress, / is no longer urgent. It is also possible after three. / Maybe you’re sleeping or flirting with the sun / Maybe you have planned plans, maybe another war, / Maybe all the bad guys won and you’re a little nervous, / I’ll manage by myself. I will meet him in my imagination. “On the four-year anniversary of Yakir’s visit, his friend Omer wrote:” Yakir. Four years have passed and there is still no day I do not think of you. I miss you so much and miss our Yaffa days together and the smallest things – eating out whenever one of us is hungry – even if the other is not, shopping and errands, our conversations about everything, and to this day there is no one I feel I can trust and tell him any thought Which goes through my mind as I told you. I miss the laughter – we just enjoyed every moment and did not know what it was. I wish you were here with me, we still had so many designs. We’d fly to Jamaica like you always wanted. I miss you so much, and I would like to consult you and help me as you always did. You read me even when I tried to hide, and we were just the same. “I’ve loved you so much and missed you,” wrote the good friend Omri. “Since you left a lot, it has changed here … This is a time of madness … endless turmoil …” (Ehud Banai, Canaanite Blues). The period of the army that we talked about, that we prepared ourselves for for days, weeks, months, expired, and passes as never before. There are talks about distant lands, where there are no worries, pressures and the army … Talks about tests and studies … But apparently there are things that ‘time does not do its part … and it is not a cure for everything that hurts …’ Tal, ‘Time is doing its job’), and even that ‘the friends give some strength … there is life here, try to forget …’ (Yishai Levy to Assaf Lavi-Tzanani’s words, ‘We want you’). ‘How come a face like yours does not laugh?’ (Itzik Shamli, how manySir “) and is not an integral part of the conversations, the meetings, the stories, the childish jokes, the trips, me, Maor and Omer? But it is clear to me that you know everything and know everything … For although you are not physically with us, you will always be in our souls, central as you are, dominant and charismatic. And you are always there for us as always … Always a guard and always helps in your special way, only this time ‘remote control, looking away …’ (Shlomo Artzi, ‘The Old Love’). Always, even in pain – you were with us. It is absurd to believe that she will not be there now. Only one thing I wanted to ask before I parted again … ‘Hug your parents again … do not leave your friends …’ (Shlomo Artzi, ‘The Real’). Love, and never stop longing. “Tamar wrote:” Yakir is one of the people that everyone would like to know. Anyone who spent a few minutes of his time would discover an adult, but still a child, a special child. A friend with the largest Lev in the world, a quiet guy with inner peace, but really noisy with a great presence, surrounded by friends. One has the most Yaffa smile in the world, and he was always willing to help everyone. A friend who always knew how to support, listen, advise, make fun of. The mind understands but the Lev and the feeling refuse to understand and complete. Life continues and you continue with me in my Lev. “Since you left a lot, it has changed here …” Yakir’s friends have prepared a booklet in his memory entitled “Wonderful Memories of Simcha Moments,” in which they recorded the Yaffa moments they experienced with Yakir in his last years.