Banai, Liran

Gila and Guy’s eldest son. He was born in Tel Aviv, on the 18th of Elul 5747 (12.9.1987). Limit and Tamir. A light-hearted, sociable and life-loving child who grew up in a warm, loving and open home. As a deaf parent, Liran learned at an early age to communicate with his parents in sign language. His father says that at the age of two and a half, he realized the magnitude of the responsibility he had on his shoulders: When the Gulf War began, Liran slept with his parents on the same bed. When the alarm sounded, he shook his father and pointed to the ceiling. Thanks to Liran, the parents understood that the alarm had been activated, and the whole family had entered the protected area. Liran was educated in Ashkelon, at the Rotem Elementary School, and at the ORT Afridar High School. He was very much loved by his teachers, and gathered many friends around him. His main hobby was soccer, and as a member of the Hapoel Ashkelon youth team, Liran was the proud owner of an impressive collection of lighters, which contained about two hundred and eighty special lighters of various types. Liran was particularly fond of computer games and PlayStation, and in his enthusiasm swept his friends too. Throughout his life, Liran served his parents here, translated reality for them, struggled with the bureaucratic difficulties in order to realize their rights, and mediated between them and the environment. He loved his parents and was proud of them, and he would boast to the children that he could speak to them in their own language. At the parents ‘meetings, Liran would interpret his teachers’ words honestly, and he would not hide the less pleasant things that were said about him. As an adult, Liran was responsible for his brother’s bar mitzvah project: he negotiated with suppliers, organized the purchase of clothes, and oversaw the celebration. Liran saw great importance in preserving the tradition, and made sure to perform Kiddush. Although Liran’s family lived modestly, and the three children shared one room, the house enjoyed a great joy, and the music that Liran loved – pop and rock – erupted at high volumes, often from the speakers. Liran was Blaine and loved to enjoy life. He entertained his friends freely, organized parties, initiated recreation – the main thing was to exhaust every moment. “A child breathed,” the friends called him, and indeed, Liran had an extra soul: he was interested in everyone and accepted every person as he was. He was nicknamed “Keefe” because he used to design his hair with gel in a few hairstyles. Liran was aware of the economic situation of the family and did not demand anything from his parents. He worked as a waiter in a banquet hall and thus financed the purchase of the brands he loved, and the entertainment. Later, with the money he earned, he even bought a guitar for his brother. When the recruitment deadline approached, Liran asked his parents to sign because they would allow him to serve as a combat soldier. As their main supporter, he could have taken a back-office role, but Liran wanted to serve as a fighter in Givati. In light of the shaky security situation, the parents were quick to agree, but eventually agreed and signed. On the day of the draft, November 22, 2005, the parents accompanied Liran to the recruitment office. Shortly after they parted, Liran found out that the mistake had been made, and he was sent to Golani and not to Givati, as he wanted. Liran “stood on his hind legs” and was not willing to compromise. For a whole day he stood in the sun, insisting and struggling, until the military authorities accepted his request, and he began his training as a combat soldier in the Tzabar battalion in the Southern Command. Liran was proud and Simcha in his role – a combat soldier who guards the country’s borders. Givati’s swearing-in ceremony, in which he received the purple beret, was the most exciting event of his life. Endless pride filled the hearts of his parents, who were privileged to participate in additional military ceremonies, in the various stages he had completed. Liran never complained about the difficulties in the service, and did not ask for any relief due to his parents’ condition. During the brief vacations he had taken every moment, and instead of resting and completing the hours of sleep, he immediately leftspend. He showed responsibility and when he planned to drink, he did not take the car. Out of consideration for the parents, he did not smoke at home, but only on the balcony. On one of the vacations, Liran went with his friends from the army for three days to Eilat. On the day he returned home, he discovered that the friends from Ashkelon had gone to Tiberias, and at the same time decided to go on another vacation and go north. When he appeared in Tiberias, the members could not believe their eyes. On another occasion, he traveled with his friends from the Gdud for a vacation at the seaside resort of “On the Sea” at Givat Olga, and as soon as he finished his vacation he returned to the base. Liran was a driver in a “Sufa” jeep. In one of the activities, the files in the jeep were lost, including the personal equipment of Liran and his friend. Lairn was very upset because the bag contained luxury brand clothes and expensive shoes that he had been struggling to get. To his delight, his father made a special effort and bought his sneakers instead of the ones he had lost. Liran was Simcha, but he did not have time to lock them. After his fall, the shop owner refused to receive his payment and did not redeem the checks. The new shoes remained in their packaging, waiting in vain for Liran to lock them, and joined the lost bag. On Wednesday, 5.3.2008, Liran came home with a friend for a short visit – when he and 1 returned to the base. Before that, he said goodbye to his family and promised his father that he would look after himself and wear a helmet. In the evening, the father stayed as usual in the deaf club, where he was active and initiated various activities for the benefit of the hearing-impaired public, such as the organization of sign language interpreters for deaf participants in events and ceremonies. That evening, the father dealt with the distribution of vibrating vibrators used by the deaf population for the “Color Red” alert. The next day, Thursday, 6 March 2008, Liran and his friends were driving in the “Sufa” jeep in the area of ​​the Kissufim checkpoint during routine operational activity. An explosive device detonated with tremendous force near the jeep, and all passengers were injured. The Bedouin tracker sitting next to Liran was killed on the spot, while two soldiers in the back were slightly injured. Liran was critically wounded and one leg was amputated. He was rushed to the Soroka Medical Center in Beersheba by helicopter, and immediately connected to a respirator. At that very moment his father was at the deaf club. Around 10:00 AM, representatives of the city officer, accompanied by a social worker, arrived at the club and informed the father that Liran was mortally wounded. One by one the family was informed of the harsh news. The neighbors helped the family get organized, and the interpreter accompanied the parents to the hospital, where they were waiting for masses of soldiers and friends. The doctor heard from the doctor that Liran’s one leg had been amputated, and that the other should be amputated. For three days the parents did not leave Liran’s bed, praying for improvement in the situation and projecting their love. In the vicinity of the intensive care room, many people were waiting to support, strengthen, and hug. Liran, 20, was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Ashkelon, leaving behind his parents, a soldier’s sister, and a brother in seventh grade, Thousands of people from all over the country, including many deaf people, came to pay their last respects, and they wept silently, almost without a voice, and Liran’s father delivered the Kaddish prayer in a broken, slow voice, and then eulogized his son in sign language. You are Liran, we love you very much. Mom and I did not want you to go to combat, but you asked. I want to tell you that I salute you for fighting for the homeland. “The mother, she said, only with her lips moving:” I know that Gd will protect you. You were an anchor, you raised a wonderful child, you did everything with all your Lev, with a lot of patience. “Sister Yamit told us about the big brother she loved passionately,” I try to digest and I can not, how I have always been proud of you,I always told you about everyone. How can I live without you, with your stories. I appreciate you so much. You were ready to die for the state. “The younger brother, Tamir, eulogized Liran with pain:” I miss you, my older brother. How did you always convince me to study, I love you and so miss you. “After his fall Liran was promoted to the rank of sergeant-sergeant, and during the seven days of mourning, countless people visited the house, including senior figures – Prime Minister Ehud Olmert, Defense Minister Ehud Barak Rabbi Meir Lau and Rabbi Amar were among the many visitors who were victims of terror attacks, including the relatives of those killed in a terror attack at the Merkaz Harav yeshiva in Jerusalem, which occurred near the end of Liran’s fall. Of Liran, and brought the story of the parents, who despite their limitations allowed their son to serve as a fighter, “The hero of the world is a child with a smile of angels …” On Memorial Day 5768, Liran’s father was honored to light the memorial beacon in Ashkelon, And so, even when they were twenty-five years of the Tzabar Battalion. On the first anniversary of Liran’s death, the parents eulogized their son through an interpreter: “Dear Liran! … When we think of you, we face four words that are your story from your birth until your death: Liran, Banai, Sabra and yearning … Liran is the name we chose You were the source of our joy and happiness from the first moment, and throughout your short life you did not disappoint, your good smile melted hearts, your Lev was huge, and you must have always understood in your senses that a great task is on your shoulders. Givati ​​and the Tzabar Battalion, and Sabra is a key word in your life, because you were a true sabra, soft and sweet inside. And you knew how to pull thorns where you have to fight – both for us and as a soldier serving the country … You were the constructive child, everything related to us as parents, as a family, everything related to our connections outside the home was done with the help of your navigation. As parents, you were our anchor, the foundations, you were the source of our strength and our strength, our respect and esteem helped us to stand tall, you were determined but modest, and in our absence our parenthood is not the same as it used to be. And the closing word is longing. Where our disaster happened, and with longing and longing and pain we will remain here when you look down at us – an angel in heaven. … Just as you read our thoughts and thoughts, and you had enough eyes to know everything, so we are sure that from far away you hear our sound waves: a weak voice. You were the hero of our lives, the object of our pride, and you fell like a hero defending the homeland. “Your memory will be burned on our hearts forever!” Liran Esther Oren, the principal of the Ort Afridar Ronson School, said: “You were a soldier in the IDF, but in fact you knew wars before that as a son of a family of needy parents. For assistance and support, you served as a lifeline for them, you represented them in all the institutions, fought for them, with pleasant manner, out of a sense of responsibility and caring … You could serve in the rear, you could not serve at all, , And in your walk, the values ​​of giving, of giving to others, of good and integrity, simple and true, were lost. As long as the soul is found modality. ” Aunt Dina Edri spoke: “.You were a Simcha child, a love of friends, loved the whole family, loved life and loved to help everyone! You were the mouth of the family and you always worried about everyone! We thought that, just as you were your parents’ mouth from childhood, your parents will be your feet … but unfortunately it did not happen. … Always take life in peace and comfort with many friends and take care of everyone. We love you very much, we will remember you forever! “His aunt, Dorit:” Indeed, you were a very handsome fellow, upright with a pure soul. You were a cute girl with high character traits. A beloved son of your parents and brother. He treats them with respect and honor. A great Lev, tolerance and great giving were your lot. Always sweet and pleasant-spoken… You knew how to be attentive to the needs of the family, to be the mouth, the back and the pillar. To your parents you were the symbol of goodness and kindness. … “The blind poet Ruth Yahav-Schwarzberg wrote in Liran’s memory the song” silent accompaniment “:” … will grow and be sanctified … “whispered the deaf father / his voice broke / and the rifles shot And the sound of the silence on the grave of a child who carried out an order. “There is no cry from the quiet / No noise from the silence / And God who enabled the sign language / But took a child / How would you shout the pain? / The fragments of cries / shrapnel / And the eyes are torn from horror / Knowing that the pair of legs that the child has lost / Only the warning / The upper garment has a ‘ripping’ / They could not hear his cry when he came to the world / / He will not be able to read their signs / In whose name the joy is intertwined / He can not translate their words into the world … / There will never be a rest in their hearts. “Liran’s parents decided to commemorate him in the establishment of a deaf club in Ashkelon called” Lev “- the initials of his name, and the parents want to build a square named after Liran next to the family home