One year ago, today, the search for Eyal, Gil-ad and Naftali z’l came to an end.
After 18 days of tireless searches and prayers, an entire nation was overcome with loss when the bodies of the three teens, kidnapped by Hamas, were found in a field near Hebron.
Grief turns into a gentle, tug of longing if you wait long enough.
- May 17, 2014, my thoughts were undoubtedly with sweet Bayla. If I feel brave, I’ll post a journal about her at another time.
The best way to honor their lives is to live life fully. To live life kindly. To live life with purposeful determination. Give good to the world. Seek truth and defend it to the very end. Love the small things. Appreciate the beauty in everything around us.
This murder, the lack of true international support, the continued danger many children around the world face- these things ignite a rage in me that threatens to turn all the beauty in the world to ash. This murder reminds me that as part of a beautiful, yet continuously threatened nation, I don’t have the luxury of giving up. In my own way, I will, BeH, give good to the world.
-June 30, 2014, the day Eyal, Gilad, and Naftali’s bullet ridden bodies were found in a heap where their murderers disposed of them. I have never cried so hard over the death of people I’ve never met. I have never felt my soul ache so much for all of klal yisrael.
On June 12, 2014, Eyal Yifrach (19), Gilad Shaar (16) and Naftali Fraenkel (16) were kidnapped and murdered by Hamas terrorists in Judea and Samaria. After weeks of relentlessly searching, the bodies of the three teenagers were found.
Overnight, as IDF special forces attempted to arrest Amer Abu Aysha and Marwan Kawasme, the two kidnappers and murderers, they were killed in an exchange of fire.
IDF Chief of Staff, Lt. Gen. Benny Gantz said, "We promised the families that we would find the murderers. This morning, we did just that."
“No way, my family, my nephew..terrorism, no way. We are not in the news, we are private people. It doesn’t make sense! Gilad, our Gilad, it’s too crazy for me.
I like to be behind the scenes. I very much like my privacy. Since this happened, I’ve been on a speaking tour and spoke in front of congress to represent my family. I have this patch on my eye, I’m in between surgeries and doctor’s appointments. This is upsetting and stressful, but I always say to myself, 'Leehy, it’s not you it’s about Gilad'. Now I’m on a mission. This is my purpose.
On Friday morning, I woke up, I read the news (about the kidnapping of 3 unnamed boys) and I had this bad feeling. I really did! I jumped from my bed, I called my mom. Usually they call me before Shabbat, but I called and said “Mama, I read the news” she gave the phone to my father, she couldn’t talk. He said 'Leehy, it’s Gilad'. I started shaking and I’m still shaking inside now. I started screaming, I hung up the phone in a second. They were worried about me and I was worried about them. I called a friend I knew in Calabasas, I said, “ They took Gilad, they kidnapped Gilad. This is a bad bad dream, I have to wake up.” No way. Not Gilad. You always read about others, you never think it’s going to hit you.
You don’t have to go be a hero, you just need to pay attention, and that was Gilad. He was a leader. One day on his way to school, he crossed the street and saw a lady in a car that didn’t stop when she was supposed to and then an approaching truck. They were going to hit each other. He couldn’t just scream, the truck driver wouldn’t hear it, so he jumped on the truck and he banged on his window for him to stop. He was very very brave. The lady in the car was hurt just a little, Gilad called the ambulance, called the police and went to school like nothing happened. This is how humble he was.
This lady came to the school and said “I want to know who saved my life and thank him” and the school didn’t know anything about it. After inquiring, they found out it was Gilad. And this lady came to the shiva for Gilad (mourning period for 7 days after a death when people visit the mourners) and told my brother (Gilad’s father) the story. How brave he was to jump on the truck and how he didn’t even tell his friends...nothing.”
Baby Named Eyal Gilad Naftali After Three Slain Israeli Teens
Baby Named Eyal Gilad Naftali After Three Slain Israeli Teens
BROOKLYN – A newborn in Brooklyn was named after the three Israeli teens who were recently killed.
Eyal Gilad Naftali is just shy of 2 weeks old, but he already represents so much for the Jewish faith. On Monday at the newborn’s bris, which is the Jewish ritual for circumcision, the baby was named in honor of the three Yeshiva students who were kidnapped in Israel and killed a few weeks ago.
Rabbanit Mizrachi was at a women’s convention last week. On the stage was a group called “Playback”. They asked members of the audience to share stories which they would then act out. One young woman got up.
This is her story:
“I work as a resource room teacher with children who have learning disabilities. A few years ago a young boy began taking lessons in my resource room. I could not figure out what had brought him to seek my help. He clearly had no difficulty with his lessons and did well on all his tests. Yet, time after time he consistently came to my resource room for his lessons.
I was determined to find his area of weakness but, as hard as I tried, I could not find any type of learning disability or difficulty. Finally, out of frustration, I took him aside and told him I could not continue giving him lessons. It was a waste of his time and his parents hard earned money and he clearly did not need any sort of remedial help.
The boy turned to me and said, “I will tell you why I am here but I am asking you not to tell anyone else. I have a friend with a learning disability. Our teacher told him that he needed remedial classes in the resource room. He was so embarrassed to be singled out as having to go to your classes. I told him that it was no big deal and that I also take remedial classes. That is why I come to you- so that my friend will not be embarrassed”.
The boy who came to my class so as not to embarrass his friend was Gilad Shaar הי"ד. He was 10 years old at the time.
As we enter the difficult period of the Three Weeks, let us be inspired by Gilad and the other pure neshamos to look at those around us with an Ayin Tova [good eye]- to go out of our “comfort zone” to help others and to give that little extra of ourselves to bring joy to our fellow Jews.