Mar’i, Bahajat

Son of Salim and Salha. He was born on December 30, 1954, in Kfar Hurfeish, in the Western Galilee. He is a member of a well-known and respected Druze family that did its best to provide him with the education and opportunity to improve his standard of living. Bahjat finished elementary school in his hometown. He then studied for two years at the high school in Tarshiha. Bahjat was an active member of the Scout troop in Hurfeish. This activity and the atmosphere at home provided him with appropriate social and pioneering values. He was a pleasant, modest boy, who rushed to help everyone in need. His teachers testify that he was a polite, quiet, smiling child who always came to his friends and was among the first to volunteer to carry out any task. Bahjat liked to read books and newspapers. However, he was also an avid sports fan and found interest in various sports, especially soccer and karate. He also dreamed of a sporting career after his discharge from the IDF, and in the meantime he looked much younger than his real age, and so he was postponed to the army for a certain period of time, helping his father with agricultural work and other jobs to find his livelihood. 1973, his strong desire to serve in the IDF was realized. He was sent to the infantry, passed basic training without difficulty and was sent to a squad commanders’ course, and at the end of the course, in July 1974, was promoted to corporal. He participated in a number of pursuits of infiltrators across the border, and in one of the pursuits his hand was broken. Bahjat’s commanders knew how to appreciate his ability and dedication and informed him that he had been chosen to be sent to an officer’s course. It was the news of a dream he had dreamed of in his youth. However, before he was assigned to this course, he suffered a disaster and fell in the line of duty on September 19, 1974. He was laid to rest in the cemetery in Hurfeish, leaving behind his parents, three sisters and three brothers, “The late Bejat was one of the best of our sons-in-law, and even when his hand was in plaster, he did not hesitate to help and contribute his best energy. He had the values ​​of a boy who was born in a free country and served his country as a victim in a tragic accident. I foresaw a great future in the unit, but fate dictated otherwise, and only his image remained with us and it would linger for a long time.