Ben Yazbanish and Yosef. He was born in Ethiopia in 1991. In 1991 he immigrated to Israel with his family in “Operation Solomon” and won his Israeli name: Yonatan, the first stop of the family was at the Shalom Hotel in Jerusalem, where they lived for eight months. In the Ramot Elementary State Religious State School, and continued his studies there until the end of sixth grade, even after the family moved to the site of Kibbutz Hulda in 1996. In 1996 the family moved to Rehovot and Moyia moved to the “Hadarom” yeshiva in the city, where he studied From seventh to twelfth grade. At the end of the twelfth grade he decided to improve his matriculation grades, and for another year he studied at the Shapira Center near Kiryat Malachi, where he loved computers and music, supported his family and was a good friend, He loved to study and was a good student and investor. He had a lot of ambitions in life – to make progress and succeed in every way. Moya was loved and admired by everyone – friends, teachers, family, and anyone who knew him. On Saturdays we would sit together at dinner parties and laugh and talk about all sorts of things he wanted to accomplish. Moya always told me that when he finished high school, he wanted to enlist in the IDF and serve the country, and as he wanted, he did. ” At the end of March 2004, Moya joined the Border Police. After four months of basic training and training he began his service in the 11th Battalion of the Border Police in Jerusalem and is remembered as a loyal, smiling and somewhat shy soldier who was willing to help everyone and everyone would help him. “When I asked him how he would go, he would say,” Everything’s okay “and” Sababa, “his sister says. Moya never lost hope and always hoped for the best. His parents, who were very concerned about him, urged him not to serve in a dangerous position, but Moya reassured them by saying, “I will leave the country like everyone else, and I will return home safely. “On Monday, September 22, 2004, Moya met with another Border Police officer, a policeman, Menashe Komami, at the inspection post of the transfer station at the intersection French Hill in Jerusalem It was afternoon and the compound was crowded with dozens of civilians and soldiers when a female suicide bomber carrying a bag containing explosives When she saw the suspicious Palestinian trying to get around the post, Moya and his friend ordered her to stop and went to check her, and the young woman refused to open her bag, and shortly afterwards blew herself up, and Moya and his friend stopped the terrorist with their bodies. The Fatah military wing, the Al-Aqsa Martyrs’ Brigades, claimed responsibility for the attack. The Jerusalem District Commander, Ilan Franco, who arrived at the scene, praised the activity of the policemen at the junction and said: “The activity of the Border Police at the junction prevented a very heavy attack in the area of bus stations where there were dozens of people.” Moya was laid to rest at the military cemetery in Rehovot Was accompanied by six of his friends from the Border Police Company 11. Among the thousands of escorts who followed the coffin were his family, hundreds of members of the Ethiopian community, the police commissioner, the Border Police commander and other senior officers, “On the streets. Moya left his parents, five sisters – from Toko, Sara (Yanens), Aviva, Hadassah and Maayan, and two brothers – Shlomo and Yeshayahu. He was twenty years old when he fell. After his death, he was promoted to the rank of Second Sergeant. Eulogized his sister Moya from Toko, who spoke on behalf of the family: “Moya left us so soon, probably God wanted to share his love and wanted him close to him.From Moya, we want to tell you that we’re missing you, that we love you so much, and that we know God keeps you up. But as you always would tell us – you have to move on and smile all the time, both good and bad. How would you say – “Frida is a sad thing because it’s something you feel in your heart – that’s why it hurts.” From Moya, we will always remember you, your beautiful smile and the charming eyes that God gave you and took away from us so quickly. We hope you are in heaven, keeping us all. Goodbye brother and friend. “I was always honored to remember you,” Moshe Karadi, the police commissioner, told Mavi Marmara: “You were a symbol of devotion to the mission. If not for your heroism and sacrifice, many others, women, men and children would not have continued their lives today, and the entire Israeli police salute you and warmly embrace your family. ” The director of Yeshivat HaDarom told the Mamoyah: “You were an angel, these are wonderful qualities! “You are the hero of Israel, you are the hero of the community, you are the symbol of our integration into society, we are saluting you today,” Adisu Masala, chairman of the umbrella organization of Ethiopian immigrants, told Mmoyeh. Many of Moya’s friends remained at the gravesite after the funeral, and they find it difficult to part. “We are together from the age of zero, we went together to kindergarten, to school, and even enlisted together,” said his good friend, who said with tears: “God takes the best of them and Mamoyah was a good boy. You can see, what a hero, he gave his body to save others. ” The media extensively covered the attack and emphasized the courageous behavior of Moya and his friend, which prevented a greater disaster and injured dozens of people. Moya’s friends parted from him in their poems. The song “Tell me how to top”: “How time passes and ran and I do not believe / How we grew up and played like we were brothers / and angel you took to a place that is hidden / And the heart is left but a bitter memory that remains / Tell me how up, tell me what you feel / I always think about you / Everything is different for me without you / The heart hurts I do not believe / How did you pick another young / Fate is no mercy / He only picks the good ones. / Only pictures that remind you of your experiences / We will never forget / because for us you were closer than a brother. ” The song “Longing for You Friend”: “Once again the memories of those days / Even now I cry like a naive child / I remember, shed tears over all the years you were here with us / You were alive. You will not forget us, Dear Brother / Our light Who will return, the memories / Looking at your picture and tears are streaming / Just ask you to remember / We love How did you go without returning and why it hurts. ” The philanthropist Yitzchak Leib Rennert and his wife Ruth donated a Torah scroll to the memory of Moya. His family commemorated a memorial monument erected at the site of his fall in Jerusalem.
