Ben Asma and Fayez. Was born on May 2, 1983, in the Druze village of Daliyat al-Carmel in the Carmel Mountains. Brother to Ahada, Anat, Susan, and Sam, Manal, Mason, Taghrid and Yezid. And if he was a quiet, smiling, intelligent, and very talented child. He attended elementary school in Daliyat al-Carmel, where he also attended junior high school. In 10th grade he moved to the agricultural school in Nahalal, where he studied for one year, and completed his studies at the ORT Ronson – Mount Carmel High School. And if he loved his family, his life, and his friends. “A friend who understands, loves, smiles, supports and helps without giving,” are just some of the compliments his friends shared. “A special guy, loyal, kind, just an angel …” they added. And if he was energetic, entrepreneurial and rich in ideas like a pomegranate, very active socially and involved in the school community. He was gifted with a natural leadership ability and served as a loyal representative of the class. As a man who advocated dialogue, he often worked with the educational staff to protect students’ rights – and did everything with a smile, pleasantly and quietly. A mother’s attraction to journalism and writing has been apparent from his youth. During his studies at Ronson he wrote and edited the newspaper Yedioth Ronson, and published many articles. One of them, entitled “That’s how the cellphones took over Ort Ronson in Daliyat al-Carmel and Isfiya,” appears on the Internet at http://www.yedtichon.co.il/Articles/2054.htm. His main hobby and if there was music. He sang, and his friends called him “the singer.” To this day, the members remember how he organized and held parties at the school, as well as other performances in the village and outside the village. “A flower full of color, joyous and doing the best for the soul,” wrote Ranin, one of the friends. When he joined the IDF on August 7, 2001, he joined the Military Police, was devoted to his job, showed seriousness and authority, and was a candidate for an officers’ course – a dream he had nurtured for years, but he did not have time to realize his dream and realize his abilities. He was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Isfiya, followed by his parents, six sisters and two brothers, and after his fall he was promoted to the rank of rabbi When he leaves, he leaves a great void among his family and friends, and even years after his death, many of his friends continue to miss and weep for their loss. “My brother Viam, seven years ago like it was today, you left us unexpectedly and we did not manage to tell you that we, all your friends, really love you and hold you very much. You were and will remain a dear friend and brother for us, and still try to accept the fact that you are gone. “” My heart is torn every time I see our pictures together and remember the good old days. I remember the hard work you would do for us in school, and the rights you would get us with respect. I remember your smile never disappearing, and the fun and joy that never comes back. Life goes on but not as usual, because you are missing us here. “Seven years have passed since we lost a charming friend, a great man. You were the solution man when you were a problem, the music man at parties, the rights man during discrimination. Great is the space you have left within us, and what remains is only memories. We miss you, dear brother, miss those days we spent together and the same experiences. We are sad without you because you are missing us. We will never forget our brothers, and Yayam Hadid. “A childhood friend wrote:” I have no words to describe that your loss hurts beyond measure, which can not be digested. A special friend you would stay. In my heart you are still alive and laughing. We will always remember the one and only one, and Yahid Hadid. May his memory be blessed. “Wrote Wassam, the brother of a mother:Seven years went by in a flash, seven years full of surprises, some painful and some joyful, seven years of hope, love, and one big missed. Vayam Hadid, dear man, loyal friend, special brother … It hurts to speak of you in the past tense, but we can only remember you in the most beautiful moments of you and ours. We love you, dear man. Forever with us, forever in our hearts … and silence is so painful … “
