Heftsidi, Nir

Son of Nili and Mordechai. He was born on July 20, 1981 in Jerusalem. A fourth child to a warm and loving family with four children, a brother to Moshe, Sima and Hanit. Nir grew up in Gilo. He graduated from elementary school at the “Tali” school and went on to the junior high and high school in Makif Gila and studied management, and Shula, Nir’s educator at elementary school, says: “Thirteen years back, A few days before the opening of first grade. The six-year-olds, sweet and festively dressed, accompanied by excited parents, stand at the entrance to the class, waiting for the first teacher’s handshake in their lives and wearing the name written on the Lev cut on the lapel of their festive shirt. Smiling, reaching for a shake: ‘Hello, very nice! I’m Shula, your teacher. What is your name?’ A Yaffa child stands in front of me, holding out a small hand. Blond, green eyes glistening like precious jewels. His face is slightly tanned. Nice combination. A little full. Quite tall. I shake his hand affectionately. ‘Nir,’ he answers with a shy smile. He looks at me, lowers his eyes a little, but continues to smile shyly. There are those who fear, there are those who worry, hide a little behind mother. Nir was one of those who looked away and continued to smile, but also looked down gracefully and shyly. Independent and self-confident. Behind him are Simcha parents. Mother’s green eyes. I wear the Lev on the lapel of the garment … Each child presents his name and the meaning of the name. It’s Nir’s turn. His green eyes glisten with excitement. With a shy smile he says: ‘My name is Nir. Nir is a plowed field. ‘ I admire the precision. I think to myself: ‘It’s a child with abilities. He’ll be a good student and I’ll enjoy him. ‘ I was not wrong. During the two years I taught Nir, he turned out to be a great student, diligent and diligent. He always does his homework, brings everything he needs, easily picks up the material, is attentive and focused, performs every task with desire. No discipline problems. Lots of kindness and goodwill towards his classmates. A compound of kindness and intelligence. Always dressed nicely, neat, blond hair combed and always, but always comes in with a smile every morning to class. Do not quarrel with friends. Relaxed and satisfied. Loved by his friends. It comes from home, from the investment of the parents … First certificate of the end of first grade. Great certificate. Eight year old birthday. second grade’. The parents want to do something special for their beloved youngest son. They invite all the children of the class to celebrate in their banquet hall, ‘Heftzi’. I would like to take this opportunity also to expand knowledge and ask if possible Snir will be our guide in the kitchen. Nir receives permission from his father and is Simcha. Nir in the clouds. He leads us from corner to corner in the large kitchen and explains what is being prepared everywhere for the event to take place there in the evening. I thought to him that in the future he could be a good commander in the army … a wonderful certificate at the end of second grade. “I will conclude with a verse from the book of Hosea (10: 12): ‘Sow for charity, harvest it according to grace, and give it to you, Nir, and a time to seek God until he comes and shoots you right.’ Rest in peace among the clods of the plowed field, and up there your soul will be bound by the bundle of life. ” Nir was a reasonable, modest, honest, smart, friendly and caring child. A lovely and beloved child with a charming smile that remembers his entire family, friends and friends. A loyal and quiet friend who never made himself known to the environment. He devoted his leisure time to the entertainment of his family, which he loved especially, and to the Beitar Jerusalem soccer team, which he accompanied with great warmth and love since his early childhood. Many associated with this football team. In 2000, Nir was drafted into the IDF and chose to serve in the Armored Corps, as he was educated in his home to values ​​and to singThe State. The beginning of his military service was difficult but soon he adapted himself to the military framework and acquired many friends who saw him as a shoulder and a backer. Was dominant among his friends, loved to help them and give himself as much as possible. At home, he did not tell about his military activities in the army and boasted about them. Only after his death were the stories heard from his commanders and his comrades in the “Storm” battalion. Nir was highly respected by his commanders and took part in operational activities in the territories and in defending the State of Israel. Two days before his death, he was awarded a shield for excellence in operational activity in Shdema. Lieutenant Colonel Eli, commander of the unit, writes to the family: “Nir participated in the battalion’s operations inside Bethlehem. In fact, Nir kept you safe from the shooters at Gilo. During the last period Nir has excelled in his role, and was an excellent fighter. First he volunteered for every mission and was full of energy and joy. It was a pleasure to work with him, a man who was a personal example of his comrades and a source of strength for his commanders. We found Nir worthy of being a commander in the company, and despite the pressure from his commanders, who wanted to see him leave for a tank commanders course, he refused and chose to continue as a fighter in the company with his friends, who loved him very much. “On Saturday night, In a terrorist attack on the Son of Yehuda pedestrian mall in Jerusalem, Nir spent the afternoon with his extended family and later played in Beitar Jerusalem. His favorite soccer team won the game and in the evening Nir went out to celebrate with his friends and break up before returning to the army. Thirty-five minutes after leaving his home, he died in a terrorist attack. Nir was laid to rest in the military cemetery at Mount Herzl in Jerusalem and is twenty years old. The ceremony was attended by hundreds of acquaintances, friends, friends and family. In the lines of the personal inscription on his tombstone was engraved: “Yaffa, handsome, humble, ‘a hero of the world a child with a smile of angels.'” Nir left behind his parents, two sisters, a brother and nephew – Ariel. An angel in his life and death. Gila, who was Nir’s teacher at the Tali School, writes: “Dear Nir, I have been privileged to be your teacher for two years. Although it has been almost eight years, you can not forget you. A special student engraved in the memory and in the Lev of everyone who knew your personality. People of the great Jewish people were told that they were ‘Yaffa and handsome.’ You too Nir was a handsome student, green eyes blazing, devilish and curly hair, brown skin. But all this is nothing compared to the inner beauty that was in you. A beauty that everyone around you was fascinated by. You were a child with a soul, who always knew what giving was. You were a child whose grace and mercy were not just words but a sea of ​​deeds. Through the gaze of childhood and innocence, the right and the heat were reflected. Above all, the aspiration and fight for justice stood out in you. Who can not remember how in every place that justice was not seen or God forbid was not done, you would be angry and angry. You must say in the Book of Deuteronomy, ‘Righteous justice shall pursue.’ “A quiet flower that is taken from the path of life is now walking along the path of warriors on a path filled with gold. The winds and the rain will not tear the letters of your name from the world of souls… Engraved in my eyes as a good man, a faithful friend, an innocent and quiet brother. On your way you are separated from us but you are still here with me and everyone else, you have not left or abandoned anyone, you have slid into a quieter world. We are here fighting for your name, looking at the sky, feeling you, breathing you. The sun sets along the clear sea every day, and the minute and memory remain and remain. The pain in my Lev tries to crack the stone of tears, the tears flying in the wind. Close your eyes and remember the good old days with you and the pain passes and only a smile comes over my face. Manages to lie to myself that you are still here and it is difficult and I can not see your image in front of me, just imagine better days, because if you are not here you do good to people thereOn the 30th day of his death, Nir Sima writes to his sister: “Dear Nir, It’s been 30 days since you left us. It could not be that we would not see our Yaffa again, that we would not hear his laughter again, his smile. We did not even have the time to tell you, even a strong hug we did not manage to give you. And we are very sorry, the Lev breaks, the tears do not stop. For such a loss, for the lovely flower, for our pure and charming soul that has been harvested from us and will never return. An outstanding warrior! Hero! Everything is no longer the same, life has changed, turned gray and black. Even the sun can no longer thrill. Do not stop recreating our Yaffa moments together, and clinging firmly to every memory or little memento. We will never forget you, we will love and guide you forever, you are deep in our hearts, smiling at us, glamor, you are a great angel. I promise to remind him always, to remind him of how much you loved and spoiled him, to remind him of a charming uncle he did not have time to meet, to introduce him to you in pictures and in mementos, and in every The smallest thing that ever will be and remains. I love you Nir, very much. I miss you until I really want to shout, just one more powerful hug – but it’s just a dream … forever we’ll keep you in our hearts, your soul will be in the bundle of life. “One year without you is to see your bed empty at night / a year without you is to see your clothes in the closet without using / a year without you is to see the Playstation is unemployed and thrown in the closet without use / a year without you it To wait for Friday and not to see you coming / Year without you is to remember your smile and not see it another year Without you is to talk about you in the past time / year without you is that your friends come every week and not to you / year without you This is Beitar Jerusalem games when one fan is missing A year without you. This is the birthdays that the whole family celebrated without you / a year without you. It ‘s all your disappointments, your joys, your anger and your love. They expression / year without it we ate meals together now I eat alone / year without this longing that can not be described .// year without you it’s basically just an expression that basically it forever – without you. Miss and love, loving family. ” His sister Sima writes to him on the anniversary of his death: “Nir, handsome, Yaffa, answered, ‘the hero of the world is a child with a smile of angels.'” So we chose to add captions to your grave, so we summed up your lines of character. It’s hard to talk about you and you in the past, to say that we really missed you, that you’re very missing, to think that you could play with Ariel football and get excited about him and his development and that he is from you, As far as we are concerned, life can be divided into two parts until you have left us, and since then you have been Simcha, there were smiles, laughter, recreation, hope, patience, And since then everything has changed, life has taken a 180-degree turn, your loss and lack affect all areas of life, it’s hard to smile, you need special powers, not to mention laughter. Imagine what you need for other, bigger things, to hope for the best, a great pain rises from the soul, all that is left to do is preserve forever your memory, the sweet childhood memories, the hugs and kisses we still get from you. Look at the pictures scattered all over the house and talk to you through the glass and over the stone. To cultivate your grave’s bed to represent you as beautifully as you were. Time does not do its job, time intensifies the pain and strengthens theThe longing of the goats, sharpens the memories and increases grief and grief. If only you could send a signal and sign that it was good for you and that you found your place. We are sure that you are high and high, very close to God, that you were a true Tzaddik. If only you could appear in our dream and talk to us just to reassure us that you do not suffer and that nothing hurts you. Forever in our hearts, forever in our souls, your soul will be in the bundle of life !!! “His sister Hanit writes to him:” Nir, what a feeling I am going through and the way is agonizing and I am alone and you are so lacking in me. There are days when I searched for you and I read to tell you what I am going through. Oh, Nir, please excuse me, I am alone in repentance. Nir, how I miss you, brother! You’re missing me, brother! Nir I love you, brother! You do not know how hard it is when you do not get home, when you’re not calling, when you’re just not there and missing! It’s hard for me to plan everything and do everything as if nothing happened, because a great disaster happened – you are no longer here with me, with us all of us. I miss us, the two of us together, the way you used to call me ‘my sister’ every time you saw me, whenever we talked, you never lacked a hug and a smile and everything is so lacking. I want to get to you and be with you, it’s better than being here, it’s very hard to get back to routine, but you have to do the show – presenting the ‘like’ that has existed since you left. Life before you left us and after, will never be the same, never. A long time has passed with many events, changes in our lives, my life, brother! Now that I was married to Dror that you loved me, I wait for the moment when I will be able to commemorate you, because that is what is left. I believe my father keeps you up there right, brother! Like you, my brother, there was and will never be, never will be. I wish you were here with me and we would share all the moments, call each other like we used to and give a big hug. I will never forget you, forever in my Lev you are Nir. I love you so much and never stop longing for a moment. “(This page is part of the Yizkor memorial project, which was held by the Ministry of Defense)