Max, son of Zahara and Aharon, was born on May 4, 1938, in the coastal city of Sefi, Morocco, the eldest son of traditional parents, was educated to the love of his people and grew up with the dream of immigrating to Israel. From the very beginning, Max loved the special melodies of the synagogue and always moved Yaffa poetry in his evening voice, he participated in choirs of the synagogue and his love for the special folklore of Moroccan Jews became a hobby. The law of his elementary school, which was only thirteen years old, packed his suitcase and sent him in. The morning arrived, and his parents, who did not agree with his immigration Max, who was awake until half the night and fell asleep in exhaustion, lost the trip, so the boy decided to learn a profession that he would use in his homeland, which he had so much wanted to attend He went to a French vocational school, In the course of fine mechanics, when he completed his studies, he worked in a local factory, and during those years Max was a member of Jewish youth movements, Bnei Akiva and Tzofim, where he dreamed of immigrating to Israel. The young people immigrated to Israel as part of the Youth Aliyah, but Max, as the eldest son, saw his father grow up and know that the burden of supporting the family would fall on his shoulders. In 1955 the situation in Morocco became difficult. A strong national unrest began and it was clear that the Jews would be the first victims. After many deliberations and debates, Max persuaded his parents to immigrate to Israel, and in the fall of 1956, at the height of one of the most difficult periods in the country, the family arrived in Israel and was sent to a tin shack in Maoz Zion. Max could not find work in his profession. The living conditions were very difficult, the parents were sick and depressed, and the boy took every job he had and supported the family. All the while he continued his athletic activities and was a member of the football team in Maoz Zion. Max was drafted into the IDF in mid-November 1958. After completing his basic training, he was assigned to the Armored Corps, and during his service he was injured in training and after he recovered, he was employed as an officer in his unit. Max immediately returned to work in the Teva factory and returned to support his family as much as he could, and he tried to return to the profession of retelling he had acquired in his home town, but he did not succeed in doing so and decided to study bookkeeping. He was a faithful son and devoted to his elderly parents and did everything for them, and in those days he met Michal, his wife And in the fall of 1966 they married and set up their home in Jerusalem, and they devoted all their energies to purchasing a home, and Max, who saved a penny to pay for the purchase, continued to support his parents. , Michal, was a great father to his little daughter, and until the day of his fall, the family had seven Simcha years of understanding, friendship and joy of life: Max’s studies bore fruit and he was accepted to work at the Discount Bank at the Kiryat Yovel branch. for work. He was loved by his co-workers and his many clients. One of the areas in which Max worked with all his Lev was to find a solution to the problems of the social gap in Israel. He fought a lot against ethnic discrimination and was very active in the workers’ committee and the Histadrut institutions. Thanks to his great love for the folklore of the Jews of Morocco, he became an authority among the congregation and at every opportunity he would pass before the ark and sing songs to the crowd of friends who admired him for his proficiencyFolklore folklore and enjoyed his evening voice. During his service in the reserves, Max was stationed in the Jerusalem Brigade as a liaison, and in the Six Day War he even took part in battles in Jerusalem and Mount Hebron. His commanders respected him for his responsibility and his great devotion, and his comrades in the unit loved him for his kindness and loyalty. With the power of his heartfelt personality, he made a deep personal connection with his comrades in the unit. When the Yom Kippur War broke out Max was with his unit on the Bar-Lev line. It was called during the period of tension before the fighting and was stationed as a link in the stronghold “Vision” near the Firdan Bridge. On Yom Kippur itself, it was Max’s turn to take a vacation home, but he preferred to stay with his friends in the stronghold and pass before the ark. When the Egyptian attack began, the enemy made waves on the outpost, which contained a handful of soldiers in front of a wave of fire. The reinforcements that had come to their aid were in a hurry to come and the outpost was in terrible attack for three whole days. All the while Max’s voice was on the radio. On Monday, October 8, 1973, at 18.10, Max’s voice was heard for the last time: “They are entering the bunker.” On the Thursday before the battle, Max told his brother in a phone call: “Ask Father to pray for me.” “I did not forget to ask for Avi, but when the bitter news reached us, Avi said: Apparently the victim was more welcome.” Max was brought to eternal rest in the cemetery on Mount Herzl. He left behind a wife and daughter, parents, three brothers and two sisters. Max’s memoirs were published in the book “Nizkor”, published by Bank Hapoalim, in memory of the fallen members of the Bank’s families; In the book “Your Sons for Your Fighters in Jerusalem,” published by the Jerusalem Brigade in memory of the fallen members of the unit, It was also written in the yearbook “Year in the Year”, 1975, by the religious department of the Jewish National Fund, and by Yehuda Raviv in his book “The Last Battle at the Firdan Bridge.” His wife bought a box for Menorah and donated it to the synagogue to commemorate his name.
