Eighteen Years of Stolen Childhoods
Angela Bertz
On August 19,
2002, Shmuel Taubenfeld was only three-months-old. All he could have known in a
life that was brutally cut short at 9:PM that evening was the beauty of his
mother’s smile and the warmth of her milk. A suicide bomber, claimed by Hamas,
and disguised as an Orthodox Jew boarded the No. 2 bus he was traveling on, and
together with his mother, who would leave behind 12 siblings, took not only his
young life but that of six more children and 17 adults. The wife of the bomber
said “I was not sad. G-d gave Raed something he always dreamed of. All of his
life he dreamed of being a martyr.”
Shmuel was
buried in Jerusalem alongside his mother. The rabbi who officiated at the
funeral said of Shmuel: “You will now be an angel who will protect us and
strengthen us.”
“We are teaching the children that suicide bombs
make Israeli people frightened and we are allowed to do it... We teach them
that after a person becomes a suicide bomber he reaches the highest level of
paradise.”
Palestinian “Paradise Camp”
counselor
speaking to BBC interviewer
“Every child born into the world
is a new thought of G-d, an ever fresh and radiant possibility”
Kate Douglas Wiggin (American Author)
Noya Zer Aviv
was just over one-year-old. People that knew her from the kibbutz where she
lived with her parents recalled her as a child that had a smile for everyone and
knew how to say “this” and “thank you”. That smile was cut short on October 4,
2003 as a bomb ripped through the Maxim restaurant in Haifa where she was having
lunch with her parents, four year old brother, and grandmother; killing them,
and 16 more people. Members of the kibbutz where the family lived watched with
horror as the terrible events unfolded on television, recognizing the baby
carriage and the bottle. A close family member would say “I’m trying to figure
out what kind of suffering we’re going to go through in the future, because as
time goes by it will be more painful,”. Their surviving grandmother could only
say; “I don’t have any grandchildren left.” The bomber, who had been a woman,
Hanadi Jaradat was praised by her father “I will accept only congratulations for
what she did. This was a gift she gave me, the homeland and the
Palestinian people.”
“We ask that the countries stand
by our side. We want them to help us. We only want them to give us weapons.
We, on our own - young boys and girls, will kill them on our own. Murder them,
shoot all of them. Just give us weapons, the boys and the girls themselves; we
will kill them all. We won’t leave a single Jew. We won’t leave a single Jew
here.”
PA
TV, October 22, 2000
“Free the child’s potential, and
you will transform him into the world”
Maria Montessori
Meirav Hatuel
was two-years-old. For all her short life she had known only happiness and joy
in the bosom of her closely knit family of doting parents and 3 older siblings.
On May 2, 2004, Meirav was strapped into her car seat and heading out of the
Gush Katif settlement in Gaza where she lived, with her mother and three
sisters. Two Palestinian gunmen lying in ambush, fired on the white Citroen,
causing it to swerve out of control. They then shot Meirav’s heavily pregnant
mother before turning their guns on the petrified children, shooting each of
them at point blank range.
“How sweet is the fragrance of
the shahids, how sweet is the scent of the earth, its thirst quenched by the
gush of blood, flowing from the youthful body.”
From a music video aired on PA TV
depicting the earth thirsting for children’s blood
“Children are God’s Apostles,
sent forth, day by day, to preach of love, and hope and peace”
James Russell Lowell
Aviel Atiel’s
mother liked to sing songs to her three-year-old son when she took him to
kindergarten. Critically injured from the double-bus bomb on August 31, 2004
that claimed the lives of 16 people in Beer Sheva, Aviel’s, mother was painfully
unaware as she lay unconscious in a hospital bed that her husband would have to
identify her only son’s body with the aid of DNA. Aviel was described by a
neighbor as a “sweet child” popular with other children and considered by his
doting mother, who had married late in life as “a gift from G-d”. Later that day
celebrations took place in many of the major Palestinian towns. Dozens of gunmen
poured into the streets, sweets were handed out and Palestinian children were
hoisted jubilantly in the air, waving toy guns.
“O heroes, Allah has promised
you victory ... Do not talk yourselves into flight…Your enemies seek life
while you seek death. They seek spoils to fill their empty stomachs while you
seek a Garden [Paradise] as wide as are the heavens and the earth. Do not be
anxious to meet them [enemies], for death is not bitter in the mouth of the
believers. These drops of blood that gush from your bodies will be transformed
tomorrow into blazing red meteors that will fall down upon the heads of your
enemies.”
Reading and Texts Part II, Grade 8 (2002), p. 16
(Palestinian Authority schoolbook written by Fatah educators)
“Children are the anchors that
hold a mother to life”
Sophocles
Avraham Yitzhak
Schijveschuurder was a bright four-year-old, who liked to boast that he knew the
entire aleph-bet by heart. Sadly he was never destined to fulfill
whatever potential life had to offer him. On August 9, 2001 the little boy was
enjoying pizza with his parents and four of his siblings when a bomb ripped
through the Sbarro restaurant in Jerusalem killing Avraham, his parents and two
more of his siblings along with 10 more innocent people. His grandmother, a
Dutch survivor from Auschwitz, had the following poignant words to say at the
funeral, “I vowed to rebuild my family after the war, and that is what I did.
Now for my family, Arafat has finished what Hitler started.”
Interviewer: “Mr.
President, what message would you like to send to the Palestinian people in
general, and, particularly, to the Palestinian children?”
Arafat: “The child who is
grasping the stone facing the tank is it not the greatest message to the world
when the hero becomes a Shahid [dies for Allah]?”
Palestinian TV aired the above message
from Yasser Arafat on Jan. 15, 2002
“There’s nothing that can help
you understand your beliefs more than trying to explain them to an inquisitive
child.”
Frank A. Clark
Danielle Shefi
lived in Adora, a hilltop community close to Hebron, and on Saturday morning,
April 27, 2002 she was playing, in what many would have considered a safe haven
for a little five-year-old girl; her parents bedroom. At about 9:AM two
terrorists armed with Kalashnikov and M-16 assault rifles and wearing IDF
uniforms broke into several homes in this close knit community. Entering the
bedroom, where moments earlier, laughter and fun had filled the air, Danielle’s
mother summoned enough courage to push them out the door and hide with her three
children under the bed. Tragically for Danielle a bullet to her head had already
killed her, and the toys they had so happily been playing with lay scattered and
covered in blood.
“Daddy brought me a present. A
machine gun and a rifle. When I am big I will join the liberation army. The
liberation army has taught us. How to liberate our homeland”
PA
TV, February 26, 2006
“The most effective kind of
education is that a child should play amongst lovely things.”
Plato
Matan Ohayon
never reached his 6th birthday. He had recently moved to Kibbutz
Metzer with his parents and younger brother. Metzer is on a part of the Israeli
border so narrow, that the kibbutz is surrounded by Arab villages, even sharing
a well and a soccer team. Both little boys had settled well into their new home
and were described by kindergarten staff as happy children who enjoyed daily
excursions. On the night of November 10, a mother’s worse nightmare unfolded
when terrorists fired shots outside her home, before pursuing her to her
children’s bedroom, where in a feeble attempt to protect her little boys they
were all shot and killed. Three thousand people attended the funeral as their
grief-stricken father watched his family lowered into the ground. A close family
member had the following to say of Revital, the boy’s mother; “Matan and Noam
were always in your arms – even at the last moment. I’m sure you are the most
beautiful angels in heaven.”
“Of course shahada (martyrdom)
is sweet. We don’t want this world, we want the Afterlife. We benefit not from
this life but from the Afterlife... Every Palestinian child aged, say 12, says
“Oh Lord, I would like to become a shahid.”
Martyr Extract from PA TV interview
with two 12-year-old girls June 2000.
“You will always be your child’s
favorite toy.”
Vicky Lansky
Noam
Leibowitz’s father spoke at his seven-year-old daughter’s funeral of her joy for
life, ready smiles and the enormous hole her death would leave. On June 17, 2003
Noam, together with eight members of her family were returning from a
Bar-Mitzvah celebration in Jerusalem. It was close to midnight and Noam was in
fine spirits, singing a song from the 2nd grade graduation party,
which she had missed, because of the family trip. At approximately 11:30, their
vehicle, traveling on the Trans-Israel highway was sprayed with bullets from a
terrorist that had managed to infiltrate under the cement barrier, which
separates this stretch of the highway from the Palestinian town of Kalkilya.
Noam was killed. She was buried on the day the youth village of Yemin Orde
Wingate would have celebrated its 50th anniversary. Both her parents
worked there, and the celebrations, including the graduation ceremony were
postponed.
“Mother don’t cry for me, be
joyous over my blood.”
Words from a music video for children,
which has been broadcast hundreds of times on PA TV.
The above words appear in a farewell letter from a
fictional child who seeks martyrdom (shahid).
“Children are the keys of
paradise.”
Eric Hoffer
Ilan Perlman,
like many eight-year-old boys was an avid football fan and knew the biographies
of all the players of his favorite team Maccabi Haifa by heart. Keen on karate,
he had recently been declared the national champion in his age group. Ilan’s
family had emigrated from the Ukraine in 1990. His parents later divorced and
Ilan was virtually raised by his grandmother, so his mother could maintain her
job at the supermarket. The pair were virtually inseparable and on the morning
of November 21, 2002, they had been on their way to school, where Ilan was
considered one of the brightest pupils in his class. That morning he never made
it and Ilan was buried together with his grandmother. One of her best friends,
knowing the special bond between them would say; “Grandma Kira’s soul is now
watching over her little grandson up there in heaven.”
Ra’anan Gissin, – adviser to Israeli Prime Minister
Ariel Sharon would later comment on Israel’s security fence which has often come
under fire “If anyone had any doubts of the need for the fence, today’s crime
against humanity speaks louder and better than any deposition,”
Q: “What do women like you
tell your children?”
A: “Our message is to
educate them to jihad (holy war), which is a sacred duty which cannot be
neglected...”
Excerpts from an interview (2005) with the
commander of the women’s unit of Hamas’ military wing
“The will to win, the desire to
succeed, the urge to reach your full potential... these are the keys that will
unlock the door to personal excellence.”
Confucius
“We are nine
children without parents. Who will take care of us now?” was the heartfelt plea
of the nine orphaned Dickstein children who lost both their parents and
nine-year-old brother Shuv’el in a shooting attack South of Hebron on July 26,
2002. They were on there way to spend Shabbat with friends, when terrorists
fired at their car, killing first their mother and Shuv’el. Told by their father
to bend down and hide, he was then shot at close range. Shortly before ambushing
the Dicksteins, the terrorists had shot and killed a 21-year-old soldier from
the Nahal brigade, Elazar Leibovitz. A passenger who had been traveling in the
same vehicle as Elazar tried to warn the Dicksteins but for nine orphaned
children it was already too late. Shuv’el was eulogized by his older brother as
a “pure child who never hurt anyone. You were smart, you loved to read. You were
killed while you were reading and your head fell into the book.”
“We must battle until we achieve
peace on our own and until our blood will not be spilt for naught, we must
battle and die in order to attain all that we want.”
8-year-old girl, Halah Badir, Al-Ayyam,
November 2, 2000
“You cannot write for children
they’re much too complicated. You can only write books that are of interest to
them.”
Maurice Sendak
Yocheved
Shoshan, a pretty 10-year-old little girl could have had no idea as she headed
down the stairs with her sister Miriam, to buy an extra slice of pizza on that
bright summer day of August 9, 2001 that she only had seconds more to live.
Shortly before 2:PM a terrorist carrying explosives in a guitar case, walked
into the Sbarro restaurant in Jerusalem and detonated, not only up to 10 kgs. of
explosives, but a bomb packed with nails and shrapnel, to intensify the
injuries; killing Yocheved and 14 more people. Her sister was seriously injured
in the blast and upon waking in the extensive care department her first question
was “Where is my sister Yocheved?”
“My purpose is not to be wounded
but something more sublime - martyrdom.”
Ramahan Sahadi Abed Rabbah, age 13,
PA paper Al-Hayat, Nov. 8th, 2000
“How paramount the future is to
the present when one is surrounded by children”
Charles Darwin
Yael
Ohana was 11 on February 6, 2002 and the
youngest of four children. She was disabled and needed the constant attention of
her mother, a teacher, who was forced to give up her job to devote herself
fulltime to her care. She attended the Beit She’an School for the disabled, and
teachers described her as a “green-eyed princess who was always interested in
how everyone was doing.” At 6:PM that evening, gunmen entered the moshav where
Yael lived with her family, first killing a reserve soldier before entering the
Ohana home, where Yael was at home with her mother. Her brother later spoke of
their devotion to each other; “Whoever knew the family wouldn’t be surprised
that you died together. You were always together, and you left us alone. Yael,
you affected us all with your smile of an angel.”
Girl:
If a boy comes in front of your house, where a tree is planted, and cuts it
down, what would you do?
Tarabisho: I have two
trees in front of my house.
Girl: If a little boy cuts
them down, what will you do to him?
Tarabisho: What will I do
to him? I’ll fight him and make a big riot! I’ll call the whole world and make
a riot! I’ll bring AK-47s and the whole world. I’ll commit a massacre in front
of the house.
PA
TV, October 22, 2004
(Tarabisho is a talking chick puppet,
who wears a little black hat)
“No one has yet realized the
wealth of sympathy, the kindness and generosity hidden in the soul of a child.
The effort of every true education should be to unlock that treasure.”
Emma Goldman
In March, a
mother would bury her son, a daughter-in-law and five of her grandchildren. The
Nechmads, a very close-knit religious family from Rishon LeZion had just spent
the weekend in Jerusalem attending a bar-mitzvah. Shabbat had just
ended and families were pouring into the streets from the Mahane Israel yeshiva
where the traditional Havdallah ceremony to mark the end of Shabbat
was being concluded. Twelve-year-old Lidor Ilan was already sitting in the
family car, listening to music. His little sister Oriah was in his father’s arms
as he headed for the trunk of the car, asking Lidor to bring him the keys. At
that moment an explosion ripped the little girl from his arms. Lidor was buried
together with his 18 month old sister.
“We came here to tell the Jews
that they must leave our homeland. We want to kill the Jews because they are
killing our people every day. Palestine belongs to the Palestinian people and
the Jews must go back to where they came from.”
“I was happy to leave school on
the instructions of President (Yasser) Arafat. Today there is a general strike
in Palestine because the Jews are building a wall in our country. We must
fight the Jews wherever they are. We want more martyrdom (suicide)
operations.”
Words of two 12-year-old Palestinian boys at a protest,
referred to as a “Day of Rage”, February 2004
“The sun illuminates only the eye
of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Yossi
Mendellevich never saw the body of his 13-year-old son Yuval after he was killed
on a bus in Haifa on March 5, 2003. “They didn’t show us Yuval, and it was
better that way. I want to remember him whole, a handsome boy, like in his
pictures.” Yuval, a bright boy who loved mathematics and had recently joined a
hiking club was on his way home from school, when a suicide bomber boarded his
bus and detonated a shrapnel laden bomb. Yuval was in the habit of calling his
father everyday on his way home and today his last words before the call was cut
off were “I love you, Dad.” Yuval, together with 14-year-old Abigail Leitel, who
was also killed, had been attending a program at the Jewish-Arab Center for
peace to teach tolerance and co-existence. An encounter with Arab youth from a
nearby town, which had been scheduled to take place, was dedicated to their
memory.
Host: “They [Israelis]
accuse the Palestinian mother of hating her sons and of encouraging them to
die.”
Mother: “No. We do not
encourage our sons to die. We encourage them to shahada [death for Allah] for
the homeland, for Allah. We don’t say to the mothers of the shahids, ‘We come
to comfort you,’ rather, ‘We come to bless you on your son’s wedding, on your
son’s shahada. Congratulations to you on the shahada.’ For us, the mourning is
a wedding. We give out drinks, we give out sweets. Praise to Allah, our
mourning is a wedding.”
PA
TV, November 17, 2004
“There is not so much comfort in
the having of children as there is sorrow in parting with them”
Thomas Fuller
On November 21,
2002, Hodaya Asraf boarded the No. 20 bus, just a few meters from her home in
the Kiryat Menachem neighborhood of Jerusalem. The bus had barely reached the
next stop before a terrorist, who had boarded the bus with a 5-kilogram
explosive belt, packed with shrapnel detonated its deadly contents killing
Hodaya and 10 more people. Fifty more people were wounded. Hodaya was a
religious girl and a student at the Omanuyot Torah and Arts school for girls.
The principle described her as a kind and generous girl, whose mother would call
the school every day to make sure her daughter, had arrived safely.
“Even if all the Jews arrived (in
Israel) seeking refuge with the monkeys [as Jews are commonly called]... we
will never accept compensation for our land. There is no substitute for
Jerusalem!... Our death is like life. My homeland is the invaders’ grave... I
will walk 1,000 miles even if I die in it as a Martyr...”
Part of poem read out by a young girl on Palestinian Children’s Day
and aired on PA TV April 10, 2006. Her audience,
which included PA officials and current
PA Chairman Mahmoud Abbas applauded.
“When you put faith, hope and
love together, you can raise positive kids in a negative world.”
Zig Ziglar
Seth and
Sherri Mandell created the Koby Mandell foundation in response to the brutal
murder of their 14-year-old son, Koby. The foundation’s aim is to provide
healing programs for families whose lives have been ripped apart by terrorism (www.kobymandell.org).
On May 8, 2001, Koby skipped school with his friend
Yossi Ish-Ran,
to go hiking in the dry riverbed close to their home in Tekoa. The two boys were
savagely bludgeoned to death with bowling ball sized rocks in a cave. A dual
citizen of both Israel and the USA, he moved to Israel in 1996 and is described
glowingly as a boy with intelligence, who loved hiking and telling jokes. Koby,
was also the best volleyball player in his class, and can perhaps be best
described by a short boy, who wore glasses and spoke in a whisper from his
class, who told his parents while they were sitting Shiva of a time when they
had to pair up and Koby chose him, “the worst player in the class”.
“I will take my soul in my hand
and toss it into the abyss of death. And then either life that will gladden
friends or death that will anger the enemy. The honorable soul has two
objectives; achieving death and honor.”
“Song of the Shahid”, recited by schoolgirls, PA TV,
October 27, 2000. The poem has also appeared in
5th, 6th and 12th grade PA schoolbooks
“The pursuit of truth and beauty
is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our
lives.”
Albert Einstein
Karen Malka Roth was a
caring and beautiful 15-year-old girl. She was also very musical and had been a
gifted flautist. On August 9, 2001, she went to the Sbarro restaurant in
Jerusalem with her best friend Michal Raziel. The void her loss left with her
parents is immeasurable. To help with the healing process they set up a website,
not only in her honor (www.kerenmalki.org),
but also to serve a more practical purpose. Their daughter had been devoted to
her severely handicapped younger sister, often helping to take care of her. She
had also been a volunteer leader at a youth camp arranged by Etgarim, the
Israeli Outdoor and Recreation Association for the Disabled. The website is
designed, not only to commemorate and remember the life of their daughter, but
to offer practical and financial assistance to any family in Israel, regardless
of race or religion, with a severely disabled child at home.
“I don’t want to die. I don’t
want to blow up.”
Hussam Abdo – 15-year-old Palestinian boy found carrying an 8-kilogram
vest bomb packed with bolts and screws. He was intercepted
and the bomb was successfully detonated at an Israeli Checkpoint,
with no casualties, on March 24, 2004.
Described as a mentally challenged boy with the
intelligence of a 12-year-old, he was quoted as saying
“Blowing myself up is the only chance I’ve got
to have sex with
72 virgins
in the Garden of Eden”.
“Who would ever think that so
much went on in the soul of a young girl?”
Anne Frank
Sixteen-year-old Anya Kazachkov was a talented artist, and her drawings now
decorate the wall of her former school. The principal says they will remain
there as a memorial. Anya was sadly not destined to fulfill any of her ambitions
in life, which according to her mother were those of any young girl with her
whole life ahead of her, to serve in the army, to study and one day get married.
Shortly before midnight on June 1, 2001, Anya stood outside a beachfront disco
in Tel Aviv waiting for the doors to open. Tragically for Anya, a 22-year-old
Jordanian, Sa’id Hotari, who had been living in the Palestinian town of
Kalkiliya would soon detonate a bomb, wiping out her life and 20 other
youngsters, 17 of them teenagers. Sa’id’s father was quoted as saying of his
son; “I am very happy and proud of what my son did and frankly, am a bit
jealous... I wish I had done it myself.”
“It’s immoral to send someone so
young. They should have sent an adult who understands the meaning of his
deeds.”
Mrs. Al-Far – Mother of Amar Al-Far, aged 16,
who detonated a bomb at a Tel Aviv market,
killing 3 people on November 1, 2004.
“Every child is an artist. The
problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.”
Pablo Picasso
Asaf Zur, nicknamed
“Blondi” was a charming, outgoing boy of 17. His tombstone is shaped in the
shape of a surfboard to honor his love of the sport, and has the following words
engraved on the back; “O God, keep not Thou silence; hold not Thy peace, and be
not still, O God. For, lo, Thine enemies are in an uproar; and they that hate
Thee have lifted up the head”. Asaf was on his way home from school with his
girlfriend, who kissed him goodbye and got off the bus three stops before a
bomb, powerful enough to blow off the bus roof, uproot trees and shatter windows
in nearby apartments killed Asaf and 16 others, many of them school children. A
memorial site is now dedicated to Asaf (www.blondi.co.il).
On April 27, of this year Asaf would have turned 21. Like many young Israelis,
he would have certainly been contemplating a trip to South America, or maybe the
Far East. To commemorate his birthday and to bring a
world that Asaf would sadly never see, a request was made by his family to send
stones/rocks from around the world, thereby bringing a world he would never see
to him, and honoring the sacred tradition of placing rocks on a grave.
“Saraa’: “Yes, our
children friends, we lost our dearest friend, Farfur. Farfur turned to a
Martyr while protecting his land. He turned into a Martyr at the hands of the
criminals, and murderers. The murderers of the innocent children… [Talking to
a child caller] You saw that the Jews let Farfur die as a Martyr. What do you
want to say to the Jews?”
Shaimaa’, 3-years-old, on the phone:
“We don’t like the Jews because they are dogs! We will fight them!”
Saraa’ [sarcastically]:
“No, the Jews are good, oh Shaimaa’. The Jews are our friends, and we play
with them, isn’t it so?”
Shaimaa’: “They killed
Farfur!”
Saraa’: “That’s right, oh
Shaimaa’. The Jews are criminals and enemies, we must expel them from our
land.”
Hamas, Al-Aqsa TV June 27, 2007, the final episode
and death of Farfur, the Mickey Mouse look-alike, used on PA TV.
“I was like a boy playing on the
seashore, and diverting myself now and then finding a smoother pebble or a
prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all
undiscovered before me.”
Isaac Newton
On February 22, 2004,
the School Principal of Jerusalem’s Gymnasia Rehavia, had the painful task of
breaking some dreadful news to the students in the school hall. Many of them
broke down upon hearing of the death of 18-year-old Lior Azulai. He had been on
his way to school on the 14A bus that morning, when a terrorist boarded the
packed bus at about 8:30, carrying his deadly load in a backpack, killing Lior
and seven more people. In four months time, Lior would have finished his
studies. He had been looking forward to going into the army and serving in a
combat unit. He was, according to the Principal, an outstanding pupil, playing
on the soccer team and was well-liked by everyone. Later in the day, pupils
prepared a memorial to Lior in the foyer. It showed
a picture of a robust and smiling teenager surrounded by candles lit in his
memory. The Principal would later note
that “all the 12th graders wept together.”
Shahad,
9-years-old, on the phone:
Saraa’:
What would you like to share with us?
Shahad: The Noble
Hadith.
Saraa’: Go on.
Shahad: The Prophet
[Muhammad] said: The Hour [Resurrection] will not take place until you fight
the Jews, they will be east of the river and you to the west, and the rock and
the tree will say: Oh, Muslim, servant of Allah, there is a Jew behind me,
come and fight him!
Saraa’:
Thank you very much, Shahad”
Al
Aqsa TV (Hamas), July 6, 2007
“Let us put our minds together
and see what life we can make for our children.”
Sitting Bull
“Children are the
world’s most valuable resource and its best hope for the future,” said President
Kennedy. What possible future can these demonized Palestinian children have,
growing up with an ideology of intolerance and hatred that steals their future,
and worse still has already stolen the future of more than 100 Israeli children.
From the womb to an
early tomb, Yasser Arafat once said his best weapon was “the Palestinian
mother’s womb”.
But the last words
should belong to Golda Meir who aptly said:
“Peace will
come when the Arabs love their children more than they hate us.”
(References
from the following websites: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Palestinian Media
Watch, Koby Mandell Foundation, The Malki Foundation, Asaf Zur)