Son of Ofra and Shlomo. He was born on August 8, 1988 at Soroka Medical Center in Be’er Sheva. A younger brother to Daughter of-el, and a great brother to Lilach-Li, to Orit and to Ohad. Rami grew up in a traditional family, and the values he absorbed – the love of man, helping others, volunteering and honoring father and mother – were well assimilated in his soul. From the dawn of his childhood he was evident in his warm and loving personality, his kindness and his broad Lev, and was a source of pride. Rami acquired his education in the Negev capital – first in the “Meira kindergarten” and later in the “Amit” public school in neighborhood D in the city. He continued his studies at the junior high school at the “Makif D” high school, and when the school was closed at the end of 11th grade, he moved with his friends to the “Makif Gimel” high school, where he completed his studies. And in his pleasant manner, being the first to volunteer and help, and his constant participation in the social activities and ceremonies that took place in the school contributed to their success, according to the teachers. The young man – Rami radiated on those around him a strong presence, security and optimism, and was a central figure And in the course of his life he acquired many friends who were bound to him with bonds of love and deep friendship, and in his special way Rami served as a role model, others found a broad shoulder for comfort and encouragement And listen to their distress, and without it, his friends declare, “recreation was not recreation.” The members also note the special sense of humor that Rami has endured, and they say that he always found the joke or the appropriate situation to make his friends laugh and raise their spirits. Rumi’s unique language refinements, they say, have simply expressed the philosophy of a whole life. Rami was an avid sports fan – mostly soccer, and every Friday he used to play with his friends in the neighborhood lot. In the field of music, he was particularly attracted to the Eastern style, and he liked to listen to the songs in “Volume Volume”. He devoted many hours to the computer, but above all Rami was a man of friends, friends – and friends again. Before he enlisted in the army, Rami declared in every way, and every minute was ready to do so, for his great love for the Border Police. As the approach approached, his desire to enlist in this force grew, and as far as he was concerned, other options were out of the question: “or the Border Police or nothing.” When he received the news that he would be assigned to the Border Police, The date of his planned enlistment, March 15, 2007, was also the day of his release from the army of his older sister Daughter of-El, and these were worthy reasons for the celebration at a large recruitment party, which included tradition of praise and gratitude to God. On the day of the enlistment, Rami accompanied his family and many friends as a groom to his wedding canopy – singing, darbuka, sweets and rice. From then on, Rami used to tease his mother in his favorite way: “The Border Police is my first family and you are the second family …” Rami was stationed in the Jerusalem Border Police unit, and throughout the journey he demonstrated strong motivation and pride “The” hard “and dangerous service did not dull his love for the soldier, on the contrary, it only intensified:” The Border Police was so poisoned that his friends used to call him Rambo? ” Rami aspired to continue contributing to the state and to advance to positions of command, planned to go to a course for commanders, and spoke of his intention to continue with an officers’ course. “His company commander promised him the command direction he deserved, . But Rami did not manage to realize his plans; Balls of murderers achieved him, and he destroyed his life and all his dreams. CmRami Zuari was killed in operational activity at Shu’afat checkpoint in northern Jerusalem on January 24, 2008. In the evening, a terrorist arrived at the Ras Khamis checkpoint, which served as a pedestrian crossing between the Shu’afat refugee camp and the Pisgat Ze’ev neighborhood of Jerusalem, and opened fire at Border Policemen who were standing at the checkpoint, Rami was critically wounded in the head and police officer Shoshana Samandiev , Was moderately injured. Despite her injury, the policewoman managed to shoot at the terrorist and call for help. The terrorist fled the scene. The rescuers who arrived at the scene of the attack evacuated the injured wife and began to perform resuscitation in Rami, but after lengthy attempts they had to determine his death. “He was a great man,” his friend said in pain. “He was loved by everyone, always laughing, always smiling, not afraid of anything.” Rami was twenty years old when he fell. He was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Be’er Sheva. Survived by parents, three sisters and a brother. Hundreds of people accompanied him on his last journey, including Minister of Public Security Avi Dichter and Police Commissioner Dudi Cohen, and on his new grave, he thanked his sister Rami Daughter of-El: “Dear brother, how was you kidnapped? You told me everything would be all right, but leaving a void. Life is empty without you. I’d like to tell you that I know you’re only protecting yourself so that Mom and Dad will not worry. I want to get up and feel that everything was a dream. I love you. “Rami, commander of the Jerusalem Envelope, Nessim Edery, said:” The Border Police family hurts, and Rami, one of our best sons, fell as a courageous fighter while fulfilling his duties and protecting the capital. , Whose only wish was to kill innocent civilians, you prevented a great disaster, and your friends in the company are overwhelmed and hurt, and do not stop telling about your courage, the help you always gave, the sensitivity, the sense of mission and the smile that always characterized you, “As the saying goes:” A righteous man like Tamar Yifrach, as in Lebanon, he will make a mistake. “He also commanded Commander Ohad Atar, the company’s deputy commander:” Dear Rami, my beloved Woody. You have reached me a few months ago. A month ago I was taking you to the train station in Modi’in and told me how much you love your friends to the company, you have ambitions to progress B’mg”b. Now we understand how much we lack. On behalf of Company N, guarding us from above like you defended Jerusalem. ” The funeral director, the police rabbi, spoke: “What are we going to say to the father who brings his son to burial when he is not yet twenty? What is it to say to the mother that she has just finished furnishing your room? You are there, in the sky, praying for the life of Shoshana, who is fighting for her life after she was wounded with you in the attack. ” On Rami’s tombstone, the words of the verse were inscribed: “Not sleep and not sleep, but the keeper of Israel” (Psalm 104: 4)
