The Parents

Name: A Soul Cannot Be Buried
Director: Adi Fainaru
Genre: Documentary

Arik Aryeh Hefetz

Aryeh, 28, was the son of Genia Elkind and Klimenti (Klim) Hefetz, and brother to Shimon and Guy. Aryeh was a creator at heart; he even tattooed the word “Creator” on his leg. From an early age, he showed independence, initiative and a desire to help others. He later became a financial and mindset coach, supporting many people along the way. He loved music, parties, travel, friends and good food. His brother Shimon says Aryeh “lived to the fullest” and always knew how to remind those around him how wonderful life could be. Genia speaks of a Russian song about people who light a small fire, offering warmth and light over time, and those who light a great fire that reaches the sky and sends warmth and light far and wide. To her, Aryeh was the great fire.

Ofek Arbib

Ofek, 21, was the son of Ilana and Nissim Arbib, and brother to Shnir, Meshi and Bar.
A paratrooper full of joy, charm and energy, he was described by his sister Bar as “the heart of every group.” He loved the sea, nature, music and motorcycles, dreamed of traveling the world, and was known for his sensitivity and generosity toward others.
On the morning of October 7, while fleeing the party near Re’im, he warned a friend who had remained on the dance floor, saving his life. He later also saved the two female friends who were with him in the car.
He was especially close to his mother, Ilana. As a child, he wrote her love letters. In his eulogy, his brother Shnir promised to follow Ofek’s example: “I will keep telling Mom that she is the best mother in the world.”

Yuval Ben Eyuda

Yuval, 26, was the daughter of Orly and the late Yair Ben Eyuda, and sister to Orel and Shalev.
Yuval was a powerhouse of energy at home, with blue eyes, infectious laughter and a generous heart. She loved music and dance, drawing, nature and animals, and dreamed of studying canine-assisted therapy. Her friends say she was always the first to offer a hug, listen and get excited about other people’s dreams. Her loved ones wrote on her gravestone: “A girl of peace and love, nature and friends, who above all loved life.”
Her mother Orly says: “She was my light at home, bringing joy and love. She taught me to dance.”
Her family and friends founded the Vayehi Or (“Let There Be Light”) association to keep spreading Yuval’s light and joy.

Tamar Gutman

Tamar, 27, was the daughter of Yaira and Dudi Gutman, and sister to Adva, Ella and Neta.
Tamar was joyful, funny and full of love. Her family described her as “the glue that holds everyone together.” She was close to her parents and sisters, a beloved aunt to her nieces and nephews, and surrounded by a close group of friends who had been with her since childhood.
She loved dogs, cooked for friends, danced, laughed and dreamed big. She had begun studying law and had a tattoo of a dandelion scattering in the wind, alongside the words: “Better to die with memories than with dreams.”
Her loved ones wrote on her gravestone: “A ray of sunshine shining upon us.”

Shaked Habani

Shaked, 22, was the daughter of Bella and Yosef Habani, and sister to Nitzan and Peleg.
Shaked had a gift for bringing people together. She noticed those left on the sidelines, drew them in and made sure no one felt alone. She summed up her way of seeing people in a sentence in her notebook: “A team is a family, and in a family no one is left behind.” At home, her parents described her as “an anchor within the family and the backbone of the household.”
Every Saturday, her family and friends meet to play music, sing, laugh and cry together. The sense of togetherness Shaked created during her lifetime continues to bring the people she loved together today.

Ron Yehudai

Ron, 24, was the son of Sigal and Yoram Yehudai, and younger brother to Adi and Noam.
Ron was a bundle of energy: funny, charismatic and optimistic, always surrounded by friends. He loved football, music, parties and travel, and believed there was no need to wait for the right moment to fulfill a dream. The saying associated with him was: “If you’re alive, then really live. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Ron loved tattoos and had dozens of them: memories of experiences and places collected along the way. He dreamed of learning to tattoo and opening his own studio. After his death, his family turned his room into a tattoo studio in his memory, allowing his dream to keep living.

His daughters, Norelle Manzuri (25) and Roya Manzuri (22), with Norelle’s fiancé, Amit Cohen

Norelle and Roya Manzuri

Norelle, 25, and Roya, 22, were the daughters of Sigal and Menashe Manzuri, and older sisters to Shay.
They were two close sisters, different yet complementary. Norelle, the eldest, was strong and enterprising, drawn to psychology and fashion. Roya was gentle and creative. She wrote, designed jewelry and dreamed of studying film and screenwriting. Roya admired Norelle, who surrounded her with love and was her anchor.
They went to the Nova party with Amit Cohen, Norelle’s partner and a cherished member of the Manzuri household. Amit, who planned to propose to Norelle on her 26th birthday, was murdered together with Norelle and Roya on October 7.
On the sisters’ gravestone, Sigal and Menashe engraved: “Norelle and Roya: in life and in death, they were never parted.”
In memory of their daughters, Sigal and Menashe founded Noro, an initiative whose name combines Norelle’s and Roya’s names and which offers styling workshops for at-risk teenage girls. Through the initiative, they hope to carry on their daughters’ legacy and fulfill some of the dreams they left behind.

Zur Saidi

Zur, 28, was the son of Ayelet Itiel and Dudi Saidi, and brother to Maya.
Zur was a man of the land and of people. Even as a child, he could not see someone sitting alone without approaching, speaking with them and easing their loneliness. This sensitivity, and his ability to truly see the person before him, stayed with him throughout his life.
Zur dreamed of becoming an agronomist. He completed a degree in plant sciences at the Hebrew University’s Faculty of Agriculture, then returned to the family farm to work alongside his father, Dudi. For both of them, the land was a place of work, connection and shared dreams. Together they dreamed of establishing an orchard and winery on the farm, and, as his sister Maya recalled, doing “great and beautiful things.”
Dudi continues Zur’s dream today. The orchard they planned together is already growing in the soil they both loved.

Ben Uri

Ben, 31, was the son of Rita and Menashe Uri, and brother to Reut and Adam.
As his sister Reut described him, Ben was “90 kilograms of heart.” Intelligent, funny and full of compassion, he was always the first to help, listen and be there for others.
After serving in the Givati Brigade and in Operation Protective Edge, he lived for years with severe post-traumatic stress. He persistently sought ways to heal and rebuild his life, finding an anchor in yoga and meditation. His mother Rita described his path in three words: “Ben chose life.”
He later joined Achim LeYoga (“Brothers for Yoga”), an association supporting people living with post-traumatic stress, and turned the tools that helped him into a way to help others. On the morning of October 7, while hiding inside a pipe near the Nova party, Ben returned to breathing and meditation to keep fear from taking over.
His choice of life, again and again, was perhaps what defined him above all else.

Dvir Rahamim

Dvir, 23, was the son of Hagit and David Rahamim, and eldest brother to Noam and Evyatar.
Dvir served in the Combat Engineering Corps. A devoted son and eldest brother, he found an anchor in his family. He volunteered with children with special needs, dreamed of becoming a psychiatrist and used to say: “Be the light you want to see in others.”
On the morning of October 7 at the Nova party, he chose to stay and help the wounded. He applied a tourniquet to a severely injured woman and arranged her evacuation. Even when others urged him to flee, he continued helping.
Throughout that morning, Dvir remained in touch with his parents. He called his mother Hagit repeatedly with updates and wrote to his father David: “Dad, I’m praying to God. Our army is winning.” He left his family these words: “If I don’t make it out alive, know that I loved you. I love you endlessly.”

Omri Ram

Omri, 28, was the eldest son of Merav and Menashe Ram, and brother to Tomer and Eyal.
Omri was a people person. Wherever he went, he gathered friends around him. During a student exchange in Paris, they even called him “the father of Paris.” He loved the sea, sunshine, sport and freedom, and always carried a thermos of tea, music and a Frisbee in his bag. He would pull it out anywhere, invite someone to play and simply connect.
Alongside all his freedom and love of the road, home was his anchor. He never missed Friday dinners with his family. When his father Menashe once asked how every Frisbee throw came out perfectly, Omri replied: “When I throw the disc, a part of me flies with it.”
Today, that sentence is printed on the Frisbee his family created in his memory. It keeps flying from hand to hand, bringing people together, just as Omri loved.