,אֵ-ל מָלֵא רַחֲמִים, שׁוכֵן בַּמְּרומִים, הַמְצֵא מְנוּחָה נְכונָה
,עַל כַּנְפֵי הַשְּׁכִינָה בְּמַעֲלות קְדושִׁים, טְהורִים וְגִבּורִים
כְּזֹהַר הָרָקִיעַ מַזְהִירִים, לְנִשְׁמות חַיָּלֵי צְבָא הֲגָנָה לְיִשְׂרָאֵל
Malih, Liran
Ben Miriam and Shimon. He was born on May 14, 1982 in Elyachin in the Hefer Valley. Brother to Tal, two friends. Liran grew up in Elyachin, where he studied at the Rambam Elementary School and at the “Midreshet Ruppin” High School in Emek Hefer, where he chose to study electrical and control. He continued to study and expand his knowledge, and at the end of 12th grade he became a student and studied for two years (grades 13-14) in Kfar Batya. Liran, whose nickname in his father’s mouth was Liranush, loved sports, soccer, practiced in the gym, rode bicycles, loved cars and computers. Liran was responsible, always trustworthy, always smiling, optimistic and helpful to others. In all his actions he served as an example to his friends. He was pleasant to everyone, courteous and traditional. He made sure to put on tefillin every morning. He had his own opinions and positions and stood out as a man who was not subject to influence. Liran was a loving and devoted brother to his brother and two sisters. From a letter he wrote to his sister Shani for her birthday: “For my two model sisters, here you have passed 15 years and it will be a long time and you grew up and become beautiful day by day and I, as a big brother, see this as a need to keep my older sister and take care of everything she needs, I know that outside and inside your heart is warm to me and when you relax you tell yourself that I am the worried brother that everything I do is only for you and for you. You will appreciate all the concern, I wish you success in your studies and in your life a lot of heartfelt congratulations and wishes In any way you turn and go, only for the gold that only you is destined for … (And if there is a problem I am always by your side.) I did not buy you a real rose that a beautiful real rose at first and a few days nobel … and beautiful since you were born and not repent Like the rose, and you will always be beautiful and charming, you have to tell God that he forgot an angel here … with great love, Liran. ” Liran joined the IDF on July 6, 2000, and was assigned to serve in the Israel Defense Forces in Golani, where he served for a year and a half. Afterward, he moved to the Bialik Aleikim and served there for about four months, and the move to the base near the house enabled Liran to study in the evenings and improve his matriculation exams before completing his military service on Saturday evening, March 13, 2004, Liran, who was so fond of cars, was killed in a car accident, and his friend, Liran, who was always a good friend, agreed to join the trip. He was twenty-two years old when he died, and Sgt. Liran Malih was laid to rest in the military section of the Alechin cemetery. Survived by his parents, brother and two sisters. The commander of the unit, Col. Yoeli, writes: “Liran came to us at the Elyakim command base in November 2003 after serving for about a year and four months in the school for squad commanders. At the very beginning of his career, Liran emphasized his strong desire to learn in the course of his service in order to complete his studies and become an engineer. Everyone who knew him saw the gleam in his eyes and felt the humility and quiet that enveloped him. Liran loved to help and was an example and a special figure in the only landscape. His belief that with Gd’s help everything would work out was fierce, and so he repeated in all our conversations and interviews. Liran was an exemplary soldier and above all a unique person and a friend. The disaster struck us like a thunder and it is hard for us to digest because Liran is gone. “Col. Yoeli adds:” Liran – a name that suits such a person as you … At our first meeting, you entered and smiled broadly on your face,”I want a position that will enable me to study. I studied engineering and I want to be an engineer. ‘ Your quiet voice, your smile and your honesty when you sat in front of me – I knew that you were a special person who knew what he wanted … In our second conversation we talked about your life, your hobbies, Moshav Elikhin and the Yemenites … Just ask me, you just fascinated me with your peace of mind. Your friends in the unit say that you were a role model, a man who gave warmth and love, respect for others, and really no one can say a bad word about you. Perhaps a line from a poem by Shlomo Artzi would be better expressed: “Where are there other people like that man?” I and all the soldiers of the unit salute you for what you were – a man, a friend and a model soldier. Liran’s commander, Maj. Majid, says: “Liran was a smiling and friendly boy. He loved to laugh and wanted to be an engineer.” “What can you say about a wonderful child? You came to us and you started your job in the training building. You wanted to start doing something in life, and only recently did you register for studies and asked to move to a week-long position so that it would be easy for you to invest in your studies. A quiet, smiling and pleasant child, whose values were assimilated by a boy from the foundation, with a skullcap on his head, who every Sunday morning welcomes us to a good week. Liran, although the feeling of emptiness is coming to us now, but a memory in our hearts will always remain. “Your friend, Moshe Hagai, told us about Liran, who was a funny person, that it’s fun to be with him.” His friends at the Elyakim base write: “We waited for you to come back from your week off, we refused to believe you were really killed. A year has passed – and you have not come back. And we still refuse to believe. In spite of time we do not really understand that we will not see you again and that you will never come back. We miss this smiling “good morning” that used to stand in the SG, for the good of heart, for help, for warmth. Liran, you were so happy you came to our unit, suddenly everything worked out for you and what you wanted happened. You’ve got a job that has enabled you to study on-the-job and more than once in interviews you said that at last you feel that you are doing something with your life. But suddenly, in one second, without anyone warning you or us, everything is cut off, disappears … and we will stay here with this longing for ever. Because Liran, we miss so much! We lost an exemplary soldier, but beyond all we lost an amazing person, we lost a friend. We love you forever. “Liran’s family wrote:” Liran our son, our brothers and loved ones, your surprising step from your parents, your brother and your loved ones. We lived without you unbearably. Joy is not in our home, and your life has been cut off while they are still alive. Because of your kindness you paid for your life. Still, the words you said to your sister echo: ‘I’ll be right back.’ We waited … we waited … and you did not come back. Life without you is not the same. You were your brother and your lover a model and example, you treated everyone with respect and sensitivity. Your father was the center of your life, you loved him with all your heart, at every step you consulted with him, you were friends in heart and soul. Every morning she put on Tefillin and prayed to the Creator for the new day that shone. Since then, the light has disappeared and in front of me I see only darkness. On Friday nights you read and studied the weekly Torah portion so that your reading in the synagogue would be as perfect as you were. You were surrounded by mitzvot and good deeds, and with the many plans you planned for the future, to be an engineer and the father of a large family, everything was wiped out in one fell swoop. A pure and winning soul was in you, your hand and your heart extended to help at all times and places. The peace call you made when you entered the house still echoed within the walls of the house and his son opened a deep abyss. How did a precious son leave us, the body hurts and the heart aches, a tear will not dry our eyes, it seems to us thatThis is a nightmare but this nightmare is the reality of our lives from the day you left us forever. We will remember you forever, until our last day. Our angel, life is hard without you, protect us from above and send us a blessing, we promise you to strengthen yourself and march forward for your memory, for your brother who loves you and miss you and for us. We, your parents, family and friends, have been an example to us all. We have been privileged to raise you for about twenty years, and we are sure that you will be with us and project your special personality to us. Liran’s friend, Hadar, writes to him: “It’s been four and a half months since you were killed … There is not a day that passes without me thinking about you … This week I talked about you so much I told myself I had to come visit your grave! I know that I will continue to talk about you all my life because you have already become part of me, which unfortunately is now missing, and this leaves a very large void that can not be filled. I will never forget the day when I was told that you were killed, since the whole world has fallen on me and nothing has returned to its place. …! Your splendor. ” The family members write: “How did you leave us prematurely, leaving us stunned and unable to raise our heads without thinking about you?” Thousands of words can not describe your nobility, your smile, the help you have given. You need to see to believe, because every word you choose will not compare to the real Liran, the son, the brother, the soldier, and especially the friend you were in. Everywhere you feel you are missing, in the synagogue, at home, in the neighborhood, Our hearts will always remain. ” His friend, Sharon Goldner, writes: “Only two months have gone by and everything is so fresh, we are beginning to absorb it, it is becoming realistic, you will not come back, and I wish someone could help bring you here. We’re going to get to the other ways, where we do not want to be, but sometimes we are not the ones who choose, things happen, and we, involuntarily, change: Liran, today you’re 22, you have a birthday. As you could not tell me, it was only a week between what happened to my birthday and you – you promised that you would be there, that you would buy me a whole box of carambos because you knew I was mad at you It does not happen – and it will not happen either, and now there is nothing to comfort us here, every little thing reminds us of you and brings up memories of good memories, but always the joy turns into tears when we remember that you will not come back – and these things are so small If you hear … maybe, just maybe, if you’re celebrating somewhere else … And if you feel lonely and a little sad sometimes, remember us, in all these languages you love. .. and think of you every day, every minute … Liran, hug us as we embrace you. I wish I could only tell you two words today: Congratulations, I’ll never forget you. “From things she wrote to Liran, his cousin Nofar:” You should know that I love you the most in the world! As cousin El Ben David, there was no close relationship between cousins and I am very, very sorry for that! Now all my life will remain for me because it is a stone on my heart … We did not take advantage of the time to be together and I hope you really know that you are most important to me! … I know that if you were traveling slowly it would not have happened … if you were driving it Would not happen, you’re so responsible !… I went up to your room and saw everything, the computer open, the room, the living room, everything as if time had stopped. We move and wait for you to come back and continue life as usual! You had a room so beautiful that every son would want to … You had a lot of friends, your life was just perfect, that everyone would die for such a life … I’ll never forget you, promise you! You are my most precious cousin. “Daniel Samina, Liran’s friend, writes:” For man is the tree of the field. ” The Sages ask: Why are the two examples of trees mentioned in the verse: Tamar and Erez? Why do we liken the tzaddik to two trees? The Sages answer: Each tree comes to fill the other’s disadvantage, ie, the trunk of the date palm is very weak but has fruit that yields all Well, on the other hand, the cedar is quite strong and strong, but it does not yield fruit. And this is the parable: a strong and strong tree that stood before a society, which was not affected by it anywhere. A palm tree from which we learn and learned how to be a role model. This was defined among his commanders and friends. A tree that was central and served as an exemplary figure in the neighborhood, at home and especially in the synagogue, when he ran to bring the Torah back to its holy place, to go up to read it and not to make a mistake. “Liran, a real character, in every field of his hand touches and tries, always strong and able to help from joy to seven, always with joy and a smile, I can also testify that everyone responds with affection and love, even if it is 20 minutes before the Queen’s Sabbath. That you have not left fruit behind, but your fruit and your behavior are the fruit you have succeeded in leaving – if it is a conversation with the other in peace and in the country, and maximum giving, listening to the friend, a pinch on the cheek for every child who remembers to this day. We can only help you pray that you are doing well there, reading Mishnayos, reciting Psalms and doing good deeds, and writing articles and Torah A friend will always remember. ” Oren and Ayelet write: “‘Fox of the Willow’ Liran, you were an angel and you will remain an angel forever … When we were around you, you knew how to bring everyone a smile on their faces. On 23.3.2004, ten days after Liran fell, Hadar wrote to him: “To be an angel he went / and from our house he was taken / wrapped in a white shroud / buried in a coffin / he is under the cold ground / still crying. / Or perhaps a little hope / to live our lives / with some peace / sitting up in heaven / and we are in the house of mourners / trying to console, praying to God, / but not finding / what to say, to them, the rest. On March 30, 2004, Hadar wrote: “Almost my legs collapsed under your military funeral.” / When tears stream down my cheeks / I see how you are leading your coffin / Suddenly, the hope was shattered when the shot was heard. ” The family wrote to Liran the song “Without You”: “Forgetting is also a silent longing / pain also dulls its arrows / you can live alone, but it is sad to live without you.”