In Memoriam of:
Tahel Bira
Age: 15
From: Kibbutz Be'eri
In Loving Memory of the Innocent Souls Taken Too Soon. United in peace, their light shines on in the hearts left behind. October 7, 2023, a day of sorrow, but their memories guide us toward a hopeful tomorrow.
Tahel, z"l, the princess of the house, the youngest daughter of older parents, grew up to be a leader, opinionated, full of humor and joy of life. Like her sister, she was attached to the family - adored her father, hugged her mother and looked up to her older sister and brother. Her friends describe her as the one who solved problems for them - the "psychologist" with whom they often consult about matters of the world and matters of the heart. Together with her good friends, she loved to wander the paths of the kibbutz in search of benches worthly for a long discussion and soulful conversations, or places to sit outside the kibbutz - the ones standing in a position to watch the sunset. Tahel was a very funny and very serious girl. A cool girl. Love for vintage
and oversized clothes. Leaned towards the humanitarian direction and chose a major in psychology. She just started mentoring in the working and learning youth movement and really liked that too.
Tahel, 16, and Tair, 23, were so young when they were killed. They haven't had time to collect resumes yet, to realize some of the great loves that their abundant hearts hoped for. They just stood on the starting line, filled with the future, and have already been plucked away.
Adolescence is characterized by the need to separate and move away from parents in order to grow wings. It is often accompanied by distance from parents and slamming doors. But that's not how the three children in the Bira family behaved.
Everyone who was close to the family knew about the special relationship. He knew that each of the family members preferred to be with the family, the family first. Five people and one Poncho dog - who accompanied the family for 12 years and was also murdered - who were bound and wrapped around each other. They are careful about shared meals, shared trips, language and inner jokes. A family where everyone is for everyone and everyone is for one. And one left.
Three months before the Black Shabbat, Yasmin and Oron went to Portugal for a couple's trip. Longing for the children pushed them to take action: they went into a local tattoo shop and asked for a joint tattoo. When finished, send the photo to the children. On their outstretched arms the children could read their names engraved in the skin: Tair, Yahav, Tahl.
On Friday, October 6, 2023, the family went out to a restaurant and a movie. Yahav's girlfriend also joined. When they parted, Yasmin and Oron and the two girls headed home, while Yahav and his girlfriend headed to his apartment in the kibbutz. On Saturday, at 10:58 the last sign of life was heard. Tair called Lihav from the safe room. Screams, gunshots, silence and words in Arabic were heard through the phone. Eleven days later, all their bodies were identified in the area near the kibbutz.
The poet Rachel wrote in a poem called Mati about the living dead, the dead that death will never stab its sharp knife into. She also wrote to Lihav from the distance of the years: "They are the only ones left to me, only in them only, death will not pierce my sharp knife. At the turn of the road, at the dawn of the day, I will be surrounded by deafness, I will be silent. A true covenant is for us, an inseparable bond, only what is lost to me is my memorium forever". Lihav remains a great memorium.
Source: https://www.remember-beeri.com/
and oversized clothes. Leaned towards the humanitarian direction and chose a major in psychology. She just started mentoring in the working and learning youth movement and really liked that too.
Tahel, 16, and Tair, 23, were so young when they were killed. They haven't had time to collect resumes yet, to realize some of the great loves that their abundant hearts hoped for. They just stood on the starting line, filled with the future, and have already been plucked away.
Adolescence is characterized by the need to separate and move away from parents in order to grow wings. It is often accompanied by distance from parents and slamming doors. But that's not how the three children in the Bira family behaved.
Everyone who was close to the family knew about the special relationship. He knew that each of the family members preferred to be with the family, the family first. Five people and one Poncho dog - who accompanied the family for 12 years and was also murdered - who were bound and wrapped around each other. They are careful about shared meals, shared trips, language and inner jokes. A family where everyone is for everyone and everyone is for one. And one left.
Three months before the Black Shabbat, Yasmin and Oron went to Portugal for a couple's trip. Longing for the children pushed them to take action: they went into a local tattoo shop and asked for a joint tattoo. When finished, send the photo to the children. On their outstretched arms the children could read their names engraved in the skin: Tair, Yahav, Tahl.
On Friday, October 6, 2023, the family went out to a restaurant and a movie. Yahav's girlfriend also joined. When they parted, Yasmin and Oron and the two girls headed home, while Yahav and his girlfriend headed to his apartment in the kibbutz. On Saturday, at 10:58 the last sign of life was heard. Tair called Lihav from the safe room. Screams, gunshots, silence and words in Arabic were heard through the phone. Eleven days later, all their bodies were identified in the area near the kibbutz.
The poet Rachel wrote in a poem called Mati about the living dead, the dead that death will never stab its sharp knife into. She also wrote to Lihav from the distance of the years: "They are the only ones left to me, only in them only, death will not pierce my sharp knife. At the turn of the road, at the dawn of the day, I will be surrounded by deafness, I will be silent. A true covenant is for us, an inseparable bond, only what is lost to me is my memorium forever". Lihav remains a great memorium.
Source: https://www.remember-beeri.com/
