Ben Nahad Wahib. He was born on July 8, 1983 in the large Druze community of Daliyat al-Carmel, the brother of Lu’el, Nadia, Faiz and Hitam. He began his studies at the Daliyat al-Karmel Elementary School, went on to the Kuftan Halabi Middle School and graduated from the Ort Ronson High School in Isfiya with a full matriculation certificate. In his spare time, Na’el was active in sports: playing basketball and running, but the peak of his dreams was to participate in car races. Na’al grew up and became a handsome young man, loved and admired, polite, gentle and with a golden heart. He loved helping others and volunteered first for any social activity. Always with a smile, wherever he came with the joy of life and the joy of youth. Halabi Atta, the director of the high school where Nael studied, sketched his profile: “The road with you, Naal, was short and long: we deeply felt and loved you and brought us back a lot of love and respect. As a student, you have been diligent and striving for success only, and so it was … As a friend, who was like you was … We followed you, we heard only good about you, we were proud of you all the way. ” Na’al had the gift of drawing and his hand in writing. He expressed his feelings and thoughts in what he wrote, in poems and in paintings. In one of his works, he expressed the recognition of the importance of using time properly: “Invest your time in order to get the maximum health, happiness and success in the future. In order to understand the value of one month, ask a mother who gave birth to a child … To understand the value of one hour, ask the loved ones who are waiting for the meeting, to understand the value of one second – ask the person who survived a road accident To understand the value of a millisecond – ask the athlete who won a silver medal! ” In the poem he wrote, Na’al spoke about the importance of friends in his life: “If there are friends / you can climb hills, on mountains. Straw / Man is an animal that is hard for her alone / Man was not created to live alone / There is a rich man / money full bag / I have friends / Friends Association / And together – we will climb mountains, we will not stop. Many of his poems were written about love and moments of happiness and tears in his life. On the first day of basic training he told his company commander how happy he was to be in the paratroopers, how proud his family was, and his desire to contribute to the country and to be “the best possible.” Indeed, Na’al fit in well In the unit, as the company commander testified, “Na’al was our son and brother. We were worried about him, we loved him, he became part of us … “Na’al demonstrated a strong desire to succeed and advance in military activity, including going to an officer’s course,” from my conversations with his commanders and friends, a paratrooper and a special fighter , Curious, thoughtful and especially – a friend. “On February 12, 2002, Naal fell while serving at the age of 19. He was laid to rest at the military cemetery in Isfiya, and was survived by his parents, three brothers and a sister. “We will remember and never forget a courageous young man with aspirations and dreams that were cut short in his death. Na’al, you left prematurely, you left us with a lot of questions and a few answers. “Dr. Ramzi Halabi, head of the Daliat al-Carmel local council, spoke in his memory:” An outstanding soldier who fell in the line of duty. Naal, a young man who did not have time to taste MahtobOf the earth and of the land. He barely learned to distinguish between the essential and the care, and is already abandoning to other areas … There is no sadness in uprooting another tree from the green Carmel forest, and no longer has the talent of the village that is hungry for a new spirit. “Salah, a member of the family, wrote:” Na’al is very rare, . You always dreamed of being a proud paratrooper and fulfilling your dream, but this dream took you away from us … The hole you left in your heart – no one will fill it. The empty space you left in your death will always be empty. No one will get into your shoes, because they are too big for anyone I know. “Na’el’s sister, Nadia:” You are the pillar of fire that has illuminated my life. And now I am left alone in the dark, and so cold and sad because you are far away … You are like a light that always gave and spark of those lives, of those sweet moments that will be difficult without you … You are missing for all of us and always pray to God to protect you, “The family gathered in a booklet that produced things for Na’al’s memory, along with poems and paintings that he wrote, which also appear on the website at www.naeel.freeservers.com.
