Na’im, Ma’ayan

Lucky and alive. Born on December 10, 1984 in Bat Yam, sister to Meital, Dror, Elad and Liel. Maayan grew up and was educated in Bat Yam. She attended elementary school in Ud. Gordon and the “College of Management – Telam” high school, in communications, Maayan loved the field of communications and dreamed of learning, expanding her knowledge and working in this field after her military service. She is always surrounded by many friends and friends, and in February 2003 Maayan enlisted in the IDF and served in the Logistics Corps. On Sunday, July 11, 2004, an explosive device was detonated in the bushes behind a bus stop on Mount Zion in Tel Aviv. Sergeant Ma’ayan Naim, who was standing at the bus stop, was killed on the spot and is twenty years old. She was laid to rest at the military cemetery in Holon. Survived by her parents, two sisters and two brothers. Maayan’s memory was established at www.maayannaim.up.co.il. Mazal, Maayan’s mother, wrote her a song for her 20th birthday: “My spring, spring / where and where?” On the 10th of every December / I will mark you a birthday / All your friends and all your lovers will come here. / And all of you will be able to bear this burden / And all the saint becomes sand / And what is left when you are in the ground / And my feet walk in the sand? … // This is how our lives go / we stayed simple and crying / uprooted life from within me and this is above my strength / to whom I will weep and please turn / because I have no one to give me an answer. // The days pass by in the calendar / Damn left behind / And my Lev all black broken Lev / Love, Mom. ” Liel, her younger sister, writes to her: “To my dear Maayanush, Maayan, I had to write a letter and what I get out I write, because I can not explain how it’s so hard for me, and I miss you so much. And I would tell you everything, and now I will sleep alone without you and it ‘s very hard for me now, I can not tell you anything because you’ re not with me and you ‘ve always been with me on all Saturdays and me and we used to make laughs and now we don’ t have that. How long is your birthday and I wanted to wish you good luck, but I can not, we made you a birthday at the cemetery in the house and it was very sad that you were not in me I want to see you as soon as possible, I wait a day and another day and I want the Mashiach to come, because I miss you and I already want to see you Maayan, I want to dream about you and you do not come to me In the dream, a day passes and another day is harder for me, and the pain does not stop, but in life he will not stop and there will always be sadness in the family, and it will not pass through life. And Meir, it hurts us all, and your friends too. They say that with you was “action,” and now there is nothing, there is no fun and everything is sad. We look at your pictures and say: ‘They took such a Yaffa and amazing thing.’ Maayan, I love you very much. “Meital, her sister, writes:” Maayan, I hope I was a good nurse and you know how Simcha you were in my presence. I’m sure you know I’d be lost if you were not there in bad times and good ones, watching over the kids and helping me so much. You always knew how to say the right word, and sometimes I felt like the big one and I was the little sister. You guided me a lot with your wisdom, advised me a lot and told what you had in your Lev. AI was the best nurse I could ever ask, and ever since I was a baby I always knew you’d be a source of pride for me. I’m proud of you every day more, and you know that you’re protecting me and giving me the strength to go on … I want you to know, my little sister, that you are special to me … “The tears flow from themselves when I think of you, the inner and outer beauty, The family for you is everything, so I’m trying to be strong and so you’ll be rewarded, I’ll repay you for everything you did for me and thank you for being a wonderful aunt and uncle, I’m dealing with a new day every day without you, Although you and your laughter with me and every hour I want to say thank you – Thank you for being a wonderful sister, thank you for such a wonder and humility, thank you for always being there Willie, thank you for sharing with me all your secrets, thank you gave us light and quiet, and most importantly thank you for staying etched in my Lev. I’m here for you as you were there for me. I love you always and take care of yourself, my sister. ” Elad, her brother, writes: “Maayan, you can not describe the size of the love I love you, and how close you are to my inner Lev and that I will not forget you forever … Maayan, today I have one dream that we will come back one day and sit at the Shabbat table with my father and mother together. I believe that one day it will happen because we believe in the resurrection of the dead, which will come soon, Amen, Maayan I love you very much and I miss you, I so much want to embrace you … Your brother who loves you forever and does not forget you for a moment. “My dear sister, to start praising it does not really belong, because what I say and write will be” a little bit holding the most, “and I will probably get a lot of it, my sister, I would like to tell you that there are situations in life that can not be explained to anyone because every case and every person is a completely different matter, so it is very difficult to write down, so I will say that I love you so much and miss you, I tell you that what gives me strength is the belief that I believe that it is very good for you and that we will see you again, when Gd will decide to redeem us. ” Ido Mazor writes to Maayan: “To the pure soul, a fountain of wholesome perfection, Yaffa, most sociable in the world, pure soul, Maayan, the connection between us was daily, every morning the same nonsense and the same faces, the same lessons and always above all laughter, Although I have not been able to hear your laughter, the sentences that are engraved in my memory, the rare “exits” that have “strained” me, sometimes I sit and think and do not accept, I hope that the Creator will forgive me. That you sit there in the magical paradise Simcha and Yaffa than ever in the goodness of the world to come and look down and pity everyone because you always had You feel pity for anyone you see and find it hard to digest, my eyes, you see from above how pure you are, and how many people are hurting your loss. In the beginning, when we met in the high school courses, we had a connection, the group that was around you from the beginning with Audra and all the conspiracy, we studied in the class, a year of beginning and feeling, we learned, and then we chose the same way And the Creator arranged to be taught to the end in that class. The connection between us was successful because you were always righteous, understanding my opinions that we chose to believe in the Torah way. We would talk about your righteous brothers, the enthusiasm that they repented, you told L.And the New Year. Your birthdays were a habit for me, to come to your house, celebrate and be Simcha with you. Your sister, Meital, who was always proud of you, that you are the most Yaffa and most successful in the family. Liel, the little soul that you had and you had her whole world, and at any moment you would mention in the class her name and her “exits” as a little girl who made the family laugh. “And of course, your father, who always accepted me with respect and joy, and the wife who symbolized your life, your mother, the most warm, loving, caring, the most charming wife. I felt that the Creator had allowed me to be in touch with you for the sake of at least a reminder that we had always had a heartfelt love. About three months of real rapprochement brought me mixed feelings, on the one hand pain I do not believe in words, I just do not believe, and on the other hand, an incomprehensible comfort in the three months The Creator of the Universe gave me a taste of the joy, the beauty and the goodness that you radiate, my eyes, forever I will not forget, love you with all my Lev. ” From the things she wrote to her friend Maayan: “A Yaffa angel spring! … Ma’ayan I always thank Gd for giving me the privilege of getting to know a good friend like you, who knew how to listen to me from the very first day we met. The night before the incident, I’m glad I told you a few times: ‘I love you, I’m dying to see you tomorrow, I miss you,’ but I did not see you and sometimes I blame myself for not convincing you enough not to come to base tomorrow, I know that you were always an angel and now you are an angel and you keep them all from above, especially on your mother and your family because there is none like you, a You can do anything now … Ma’ayan, the period with you I’ll never forget, and I thank you for everything you did for me … Maayan, I wish you read this letter somehow, I want you to know that I always ill on you and do not forget me I always love you and think about you and talk about you and you a lot, that your soul be in heaven, Amen. ” From the words written by Alice Aharon, Maayan’s friend: “Ma’ayan, my angel, a few words will not describe you, the Yaffa princess, we met at the base and soon fell in love with you, smiling, optimism and listening. I always knew that no matter what you would be there, I was not wrong at all, and today I sit down and tell you about the angel who kept me, the one who knew you just made a lot of money … My princess, today I sit looking at your pictures. My angel, take care of the people who love you, the supportive, charming family, I know today where all your benefits, the amazing nature, come from. I can not finish because the words will not describe you alive, so Maayan I love you Yaffa soul, angel, my princess! ” Shiran Mokhtar, Maayan’s friend, writes to her: “Ma’ayan, I really miss you and I can not stop thinking about you, if only I could talk to you and tell you all that I’ve been going through lately and look at you and listen to every word you put out of my mouth. I see you and I miss you very much, I do not understand that I have to make do with your pictures without feeling you, to hear you, that you are close and just alive … Suddenly everything becomes empty and it is not clear without you, as if they came and took from me a world that always filled me with joy and smiles One day someone came and took youSur, without permission. I have a very strong belief that I will see you again. I look at your pictures, I see you so Yaffa and peaceful. Mind you, I love you. You were the happiest thing I ever had, and you know I always thanked God for giving me to you (and eventually he had to take). Mami, I loved, loved and will always love. And if I do not hear and see you then at least come to me in dreams … I live your death, love. “Her friend Sivan Har-Zahav writes:” Ma’ayan, M-listens always to your friends in times of trouble or for no reason and advises with all your Lev. Full of purity and virtuousness, as Yaffa as you have yet to see, the missing court is worth ten – 10 – because you are just like that! May it be your soul that is in your bundle of life. ” You were pure soul and you were there among all the flowers… I think to myself how lucky and alive I fell in the parts I knew, ‘even to a meeting, half a meeting, one quick look,’ and our paths crossed. Even though our meetings were within the walls of the base, I loved you very much because you are so special and charming, full of tenderness and infinite sweetness … You will always be engraved in my mind, soul and Lev! “Eviatar Sadan writes to the spring:” I will always remember you. The broad smile, the big laughs, love without boundaries and conditions even when we argued about essential things, just in classes and breaks. Misses, wants to see you even in dreams. I will always cherish you, only good memories leave you … Maayan, you know that I love you and miss you. “Yosef Assis writes to Maayan:” This page is too short to describe everything in my Lev! You were like a sister! A sister I will never forget and who will never leave my Lev! I’ll remember you forever. I will always remember you as my angel! I write this letter knowing you will not read it but still inside my Lev I believe you’re here beside me … reading it with me! When I saw you I was Simcha! Maayan, how much I miss you, my Lev gone, my eyes. I have a wound in my Lev that will never heal from the knowledge that I will never see you … with love and longing … “(This page is part of the Yizkor memorial project, which was held by the Ministry of Defense)