Nala (Hod), Yaakov (Boaz)

He was born in Be’er Sheva on the 24th of Nissan 5735 (1975). His life was fraught with difficulties and pains and yet he loved life and clung to it. As a baby he wandered among foster families until he was adopted by Hamda and Haim Ben Shushan of Holon. He began his studies at an elementary school in Holon. When he reached eighth grade, he was sent to the WIZO youth village in Nahalat Yehuda – an educational institution that combines school, boarding school and agricultural farm. He completed his studies in the biological track, with full maturity. Instead, he found love, an attentive ear and complete acceptance of Rachel Haus, the mother of the house, who opened her house to him, taught him to see the light and led him to recognize his skills, beauty, and inner strength. It was not for nothing that he called her “my mother,” and even made a special connection with her daughters. He had another soulmate at the boarding school, Dana, where he saw his sister and shared his secrets. Many of the staff of the boarding school and the students were close to him and maintained contact with them and their families even after completing his studies. Although he was a quiet boy, during his studies at the boarding school, he was active and involved in social life. He liked to play football, discovered a sense of play and attraction to the theater, and participated in cultural evenings as an actor and as a designer. He was very musical and loved to listen to the songs of Boaz Sharabi and Gali Atari. On the occasion of Gali Atari’s thirty-ninth birthday, she wrote the song “The Peak of the Discovery of the Glory” in her honor: “Yes, through you in the roses / in the Milky Way to the shining star / Feel the touch / fly again above the peak and tell you that you are taking off with the wind / / And do not forget / Your always can forgive / And dancing in a long way / Our hearts will always stay Queen / Grace We will save you since Hallelujah / When will you give birth to Valentino or Esmeralda? And you are in the middle of nowhere / After the day / tasted the honey and the milk / milk continues to follow him / you are no longer a little girl who cries in the fall / winter blues you sing to us now / and still like We have been singing together for a long time since then / We’ve been through the middle of September / The magic mirror has been shattered / But you have the magic to turn copper skin Sorry if you get hurt by the message / So if you have Red sun in your heart / and the freedom of the magician still flows in your blood / show us light and warmth in your voice. ” Thanks to his innocence and kindness, he became very fond of his friends at the boarding school and his teachers. He always helped everyone and the smile never left his face. His friends remember his rolling, echoing laugh. Having a poetic and sensitive soul, he loved the literary profession and read a lot. He especially liked the song “Beaches” by Natan Yonatan, and the song “Singer Noga” by Rachel the poetess. He himself had a beautiful and rich language, and the inner turmoil in his soul was well expressed in his poems, and he hoped to develop in this field. The song “The Night Light”: “And it is still burning / flashing by the devil / Looking to cry, to silence / to light a white face / to wake the dead from the graves / to walk them to the houses of animals / to awaken bees from the hives / to sting sick flowers / to blind the pedestrians / to prevent them from reaching their homes in darkness / Dazzle car drivers quietly / complete the accident picture // on Passover Looking for the chametz crumbs / sent the devil by God try / make us yell in the light of the warm candle / return to us Ateret Ayyub / and it is extinguished, no longer lit / redeemed by the good angel / despite Which no longer burned in pain / He whitened the face of many in black. ” The song “Ner Hashachar”: “Everyone was waiting for him / All night / All the lights were on / Just for the dawn candle / Everyone was waiting for him to come / The light that he forgot / All the lights are still on the streets / To the White DawnAll the people waited for him / they did not know why to wait / light hundreds of memorial candles / but not the dawn candle / everyone waited until tired / fell asleep at dawn / all the lights went out / they would not see the great light The song “An orphan leaf falls out in the fall”: “Someone cries the fall rain / Does not let the winter come after him / The black paints everything he loved / The white is washed away and despised / Just with autumn, In autumn / someone will love thought to hate / Satan is the beloved autumn. // Some way on the autumn flowers / Harvest the spring in his youth / The butterfly has only the star / which is sublime. // someone suffering from the heat of autumn / who leaves the summer for his life / no one has a heart of gold / each other owes. “He did not show up for the season,” he said. “At the end of the twelfth grade, he wanted to join the Nahal nucleus, out of a desire to be in a stable framework with regular members. “Who immigrated to Israel for a year of service before being drafted to Kibbutz Yiron, and who is a quiet, modest, smiling man and always interested in what is going on around him. “The kibbutz found a warm home and even an adoptive family – the Frank family – and was like a member of the group, as the members of the nucleus say:” Slavia and Giora treated him, took care of him and loved him, like their son. At the time of the army they were waiting for him to come through the door with a uniform, smile, kiss everyone, talk, sit in the corner of the records to hear his favorite ones … “At that time he decided to change his name from dawn to Boaz – a biblical name that expresses strength and strength. Slavia, who helped him choose the family name, offered the name “Hod,” a name reminiscent of India – his country of origin, and a name that expresses majesty and splendor, royal splendor. Boaz kept in touch with friends from the boarding school, and especially with Rachel, the mother of the house he loved so much. At the end of his year of service, at the end of November 1993, he enlisted and was assigned to the Nahal Brigade in Battalion 931. He was trained as a combat soldier and served as a combat soldier during his service in the security zone in southern Lebanon. My father, as a commander, accompanied Boaz, gave him a warm and supportive attitude, provided him with a stable footing, promised to help and support him even after his military service, and was able to support him. As a brother, a father and a friend … “On February 6, 1994, my father was killed by a roadside bomb when he commanded an armored personnel carrier Who was on his way to an ambush in southern Lebanon, said that after my father’s funeral Boaz said, “It’s a shame that God did not take me in his place.” “I saw a small red bird / magnificent feathers, magical in its beauty / like it, I have never seen before. / Suddenly fell to the ground / I saw flower blooming Red / rare flower, protected, must not be picked! / And suddenly petals fly away / and the stem is cut off, remains an orphan. / I saw a strong tree, healthy and fresh / branches branch on it in purple color / Suddenly the wind blows in the leaves / All fall, Cover innocent tomb. / And here is an angel smiling silently / tears streaming down to him, he is bleeding! / His red wings are brutally torn. Boaz was unable to recover from the loss of his commander and his beloved friend and found no taste for his life On the tenth of Shvat 5755 (11.1.1995), a month after the fall of First Sergeant Abecassis,While fulfilling his duties, he is twenty years old. He left a will to change his name to Yaakov Tlaa. He also wanted to read on his grave the two songs he loved so much – “strange chicken” for Rachel Shapira, and “Singer Noga” by Rachel the poetess. Boaz-Yaakov was buried according to his will in the military cemetery in Holon, the childhood he loved. He was separated from him by the members of the “Idea” nucleus: “A man was filled with wonder and fear in the face of the decisive act of a nineteen-year-old youth.” How much power, how much courage, To throw the world into such guilt and responsibility, and how much despair in that personal decision, lonely and painful, to part from life, songs that he wrote in his distress, will remain forever testimony to the twists of his soul, To the sounds of Sufa and Mary, a curse thrown into the face of the world that gave him so little hope that there would be at least a little of this, words of words and thorns left by Boaz, Ashes memory to blossom with his name forever. ” It’s a little difficult for us to talk about a person who is not here anymore, what more can we say about you? Maybe we should explain to the people here how much we knew about you, how much we tried to talk about, You were a sensitive, understanding, understanding person, who only knows how to give and did no harm to anyone in his short life … Anyone who was not in the nucleus is not. If you only know how much you are missing here – the joy on your face, always happy to see everyone, maybe it’s a game, even when you’re happy you laugh, but you’ll know one thing: we’ll never forget you, K. Na heart of every one of us. We love you always. ” Boaz was immortalized in a memorial to the Nahal Brigade in Pardes Hannah, and Yiron issued a pamphlet containing the words of his friends and the songs he loved.