Ben Amram, Hanan

The youngest son of Miriam and Aaron. He was born on Wednesday, 30 March 1990 in Migdal HaEmek, a brother to Tal and Nir, who was named after his grandfather Hanania Asulin, son of Miriam, as his mother Miriam to the family of Ben Amram. Hanan was a chubby, charming baby who stunned everyone around him with his beauty and sweetness. At the age of six months he began to visit the WIZO home in his hometown, Migdal Ha’Emek, and went on to the Jasmine and Tomer Gardens in the Nof Haemek neighborhood. He completed his studies at the “Aliza Begin” elementary school successfully, and even then he discovered theatrical skills and demonstrated outstanding abilities in the fields of singing and dancing. At the end of the sixth grade, in which he congratulated all the guests and guests on the stage, and many predicted that he would go far. Hanan had a sweeping and graceful presence, but the main characteristic of his personality was his good, compassionate, compassionate heart. Hanan could not bear injustice and injustice, and when he encountered abusive behavior, he immediately came to the aid of the weak and protected them. One year Hanan gave up the certificate of excellence he was about to receive and asked to give it to another girl who suffered from low self-image, and even persuaded her to participate in the graduation party together with everyone. Hanan grew up and became a handsome young man, thin and very tall, with an eternal smile on his lips and a special and captivating laugh. Once he started writing a song about himself, based on the song “Long Way” by Gali Atari: “A long leg / and I am long / just like a long string like cooked pasta, / I have a tremendous foot …” At the ORT Rogozin school. Thanks to his wisdom and leadership skills, and due to his mature and responsible behavior, he decided to integrate him into the “Omatz” class, a class for students with difficulties, and served as a teacher’s right hand, helping and caring for every student, During the matriculation exams Hanan accompanied four students and helped them pass the exams, and on many occasions represented the class and accompanied the educational staff to official visits to the school Hanan grew up and was educated on the values ​​of love of man and love of the homeland, He was independent and mature for his age, a devoted son to his parents, a loving and faithful brother, p His brother, Nir, was greatly assisted by his knowledge and wisdom in every field, and Tal, his older brother, had a special connection: Tal lived in the United States for three years, and despite the fact that the two talked a lot On the phone, Tal did not meet with nostalgia and two months before Hanan’s fall, and returned to Sweden with his uncle Rafi, and at the age of Bar Mitzvah he chose to travel alone in a youth delegation Of the Jewish Agency for Detroit, Michigan, United States, and his instructors testify that he has faithfully represented his country and made a big contribution, for example Chet. When he was fifteen, Hanan went with his parents to Los Angeles, where his aunt Yafit lived. But the strongest impression left him traveling to Poland, when he was seventeen, where he went out as part of his studies. The tour of the death camps in Poland deepened Hanan’s sense of belonging to his people and his country and the desire to contribute to the state. Prior to his induction, Hanan worked at the Castro fashion chain in Afula. He had an aesthetic sense, was familiar with fashion and design, and dressed his friends and friends. When he finished working at the store, he wrote to his colleagues: “To the most amazing staff in the world, thank you for all the good you have given me over the two months I have worked here. Hanan’s attraction to the stage, to the world of theater and entertainment,Did not subside as he grew older. Hanan was the nail of the evening at all parties, danced and sang, and swept them all away. His favorite singer was Rita, and he was even photographed with her. Hanan had an amazing and powerful voice, and in 2006 he auditioned for the “A Star is Born” program. Due to his young age, he was not a member of the national team, but despite his disappointment he believed he could fulfill his desire to perform, and even spoke about his desire to study, after the army, at the Beit Zvi School of Acting. Hanan’s future lay before him; A special card prepared for him says: “Hanan was born to be a prince or king, elegant and with excellent taste. Hanan was friendly, warm and loving, surrounded by many friends. His friends tell of his generosity, his willingness to help at any time, and his ability to listen and give good advice. Even when he went out, his behavior was cultured and responsible; Hanan never agreed to get into the car with a driver who drank, and always made sure he was a duty driver. Hanan graduated with honors. At the graduation party he stole the play in an unforgettable duet of Rita’s song “Wrapped in Mercy,” which he sang with another student, and with a spectacular performance of military band songs. Much of the success of the evening was credited to his contribution to the invested production, and the enthusiastic audience cheered him for a long time. Hanan enlisted in the IDF on December 2, 2008. He began his basic training at the Nitzanim base, where his friends were able to enjoy his entertainment and entertainment skills, and the rocket attacks on the southern communities reached their peak. Hanan was in the midst of Operation Cast Lead in the Gaza Strip and was sent to help the residents of Sderot, who was very attached to his family and insisted on serving close to the house. In every field his hands touched, he also excelled in the course, as testified by the commander of the unit, a colonel John Illouz: “Hanan demonstrated diligence and perseverance brought him to endure. Hanan won the love of the course staff and was an example of imitation among his fellow students. “On the Hebrew date of his brother’s birthday, on January 27, 2009, Hanan finished with the 100th grade, but did not know it. Habal Tal, Hanan fell while serving, and he is eighteen years old. Hanan made his way home from the base; At around 6:00 PM he crossed the road on Hilil Hashiryon Street, on his way to the central bus station in Tel Aviv, and was hit by a bus that his driver had not noticed. He was rushed to Ichilov Hospital in critical condition, suffering from a head injury; Resuscitation efforts failed, and the doctors were forced to die. Hanan was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Migdal Ha’Emek, leaving behind his parents and two brothers. On his tombstone the words were engraved: “Our Hanan was a light that enlightens our hearts / You are taken away prematurely.” “We have not managed to tell you that in the test you received 100. Hanan,” said Hanan, his commander, deputy six: “Hanan, we just broke up with you yesterday, you went home on your way to be with your loving family. , We have known you for a short period of time, but we learned that you are intelligent, opinionated, articulate and pleasant, and a diligent, diligent, disciplined and dedicated soldier. And he loved the staff of the commanders. Hanan, you were pleasant to us during the brief period in which you were with us. Peace be upon you, dear soldier. “At the end of the shiva, the family members eulogized Hanan, cousin Or Asulin:” Hanan, who was he?I believe I’ll get back from the base to write you a letter, a last letter in your honor. I look at the lines and try to say words, emotions, but the heart does not allow. I can not! I wonder if it’s real, if I can write you a farewell letter. The possibility that I will never see you again fails to enter me. I miss and think about you all the time. And he asks why? Why did you go this way? How did I let you go without saying hello? … you know how much we loved you and how much you were an important part of our lives. … I want to say goodbye, only last peace, and you will know how significant you have been in my life! “Wrote the aunt, Miriam Assouline:” Our Hanan! Sometimes we stop for a moment and think that everything is a mistake, a nightmare, a bad dream … We did not have much time to tell you, we thought there was still time, we thought we would always have time. Hanan, do you see us here, do you hear us? We are here, refusing to part from you … The great pain comes when the longing grows and there is no one to embrace, caress, feel. … our Hanan, we have always loved you and will always love you, now we hope that someone keeps you from above … forever we will remember and remember you, our Hanan. “My cousin, they say that the soul in the first month after the death is between us and around us. … In every prayer we prayed, I imagined you coming in, tall and tall, a beautiful child, with your arms spread, hugging everyone as only you can hug, and say hello and kiss them all. … You left us but you left a precious mark in all of us, and the seal is clear. From this day on we begin the chapter on closeness, the chapter on tolerance, the chapter on togetherness. We have the task of strengthening each other, remembering and reminding you always, and everywhere. … Even though you are the little brother among the brothers, you were the nucleus of the family, and you will continue to be like that. Your special spirit will continue to guide us with the same gentleness and humility. And talent. The great talent you had inside you. “Another breath and another breath / our bodies filled with air mixed with love / another exhalation and another exhalation / tranquility heal a bare soul / hovering above the earth / “Hanan, my dear brother.” At the ceremony marking the 30th anniversary of Chanan’s death, his brother Tal told him: “Hanan, my dear brother, we will not be silent until we explode and we will breathe.” I could not write to you because I can not. I wanted to tell you that I miss you very much. It will sound absurd to you, but instead of the opposite, it is you who raised me and who recommended the right things. Hanan, I wanted you to know that I came back from America just for you. … Dear brother, I did not do it in uniform, but I will do it proudly for my fellow citizens – I salute you. Aunt Ziona Elkabetz wrote: “Dear Hanan … You could thank for every little thing they did for you, you were unique and so loved the family gatherings, your funny aunts and uncles, the laughs that roll up to you The little hours of the night … I love very much and miss you, “wrote his aunt Miriam Assouline:” Our Hanan … our heart was torn and part of you went with you. From the day you left you smiled by friends and family, we hear all the wonderful things that everyone tells about you and fill with pride. … Your dream is fulfilled – though you did it, but unfortunately you did not get to see it – that your whole family and all your friends have become one family – one family that has the great privilege and honor to meet you. … We want you to know that your amazing personality, warmth, talent, and indeed all of you, stay with us. You stay with us and will continue to influence our lives forever”Wrote Aunt Miriam Tapiro:” My beloved and precious Hanan. Birth and death are joined together and they leave the traces, the stains and the multiplicity / joy and happiness – they are all / also the sadness, the weeping and the bereavement / if birth symbolizes first / nothing like death to the end of a purpose. // Hanani, you left us now / take a spring and leave autumn / pick up with a playful smile on your face / and we’ll look for him for years to come. // Can you project on us from there as well? “Hanan was immortalized in the training base at Tzrifin in a synagogue named for him and the names of the other fallen soldiers who served in his army service. At the base. The Courage class at the Ort Rogozin School in Migdal Ha’Emek is now named after Hanan. The school also grants a scholarship in its name. About two months after the fall of Hanan, on the day he was supposed to celebrate his 19th birthday, his friends gathered at his parents’ house and screened a presentation prepared for him in his memory, with many pictures from his various stations. Hanan’s mother wrote: Hanan – H – Hanun and Rachum I took him to you / N – Navon, wise, beautiful and special – you will remember your image forever.