Good bye little boy whose life was robbed in a middle of a dream.
With that sweet snack in the pocket that mum has given you when you were already out of the door.
With the phone ringing because she wanted to know how far you were from the military base where that coffin on wheels was supposed to take you.
Good bye to your dreams, to the family you will never build.
To your room, to your music, to all the things and people you loved.
You have now millions of brothers and sisters praying for your soul.
Feeling the pain of your mum and dad like a knife in the heart.
Tonight, in front of our renewed shabat candles a special prayer will be whispered for you.
That your future life will be like the name you were given at eight days. Eden. Only that. Only paradise and good.
And from above, where we are sure, angels are embracing you welcoming you like a king, ask G-d to protect all his children. On buses, on their way home, in synagogues, schools and battlefields.
Dear Eden Attias, may your departure from earth be not in vain, making the world understand that peace is possible only with somebody who is taught from childhood that life and not death is the most precious and desirable gift.
May your soul be tied for ever and ever with the bond of life.
We all love you
Gheula Canarutto Nemni