Ten years without Ofra. A story of its own kind.

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Ofra Haza. Worth noticing.

Ofra, as usual, this entry follows your yearly anniversary date after it has already passed.

As usual, and I am glad about it, this day had been remembered the way it should be.

This time, the 10th for the world and the 5th for me, my main focus was drawn to feelings, reflections and insights.

A reconciliation to find with your passing. A love to feel while remembering. A sadness to experience, from within and not artificial at all. A recollection to make of what it has always meant to me to concentrate on you, to live my dreams within your music and to mirror myself in your eyes.

This is not an ode to an idol I prefer to worship because I am somehow too lazy for a prayer to G-d.

It’s an a little dramatic expression of gratitude, one of the main teachings in Judaism.

Ofra herself was a strong believer, turning to her Creator in good and bad times.

Once, after an especially urgent appeal by her, He just called her back to where she had always belonged to.

– We were left behind, some feeling empty and wretched and full of despair on account of her loss for this world.

But others understood the message well, the message that not the person was the main focus in this story of hers; it’s what she had to share, to  g i v e .

Ofra hadn’t been a taker that much. She received – and gave back. Gave back without hesitation. She gave her love, dreams, music, appreciation, time, devotion, ideas.

She gave us her soul and finally, her life, being honest to her Creator who had blessed her with the gift of life; and us, with the gift of having known her.

“Why, why crazy mind”, why so much appreciation to a singer, a simple Israeli woman who died ten years ago at age of 40+? Why so many exalted words, such a lofty atmosphere being created in this post?

Again, it’s a feeling of gratitude which forces me to write.

An unshakeable feeling of closeness, of brotherhood. And finally, of deep love. The way I’ve become, apart from my mother’s life-time work, was very much influenced by Ofra Haza. It’s part of her merit that I know where I belong to.I think it’s just naturally that I see it as my assignment to contribute to my friend’s long-lasting memory.

This time it has not been too much done on my behalf, but many thoughts have gone through my heart. I don’t consider Ofra being a world star. She is rather… a star of the world.

A very special treasure, to be discovered.

May her memory remain imprinted on the minds of those who knew of  Ofra.

May her merit be the good impact she made on her fellow human beings by the belief she taught, the values she was faithful to, the music she loved and lived, the treasures she gave to us.

תהיי נשמתך צרורה בצרור החיים.

Isralike

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Ofra, a never-fading flower

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No matter you read or you just miss it…

– I’m back again at re-discovering the wonderful world of Ofra Haza.

Just put my old and quite advanced collection for my kitchen couch in order and went to the computer to check Youtube for any new uploads. This I do once in a month perhaps, with always an excitement and mixed feelings towards the results to be found. Each new and rare or never seen before upload is a new chance and new miracle – and a new threat to my popularity because the uploader himself then becomes a concurrency in my eyes.

But nevertheless. Sometimes it occures that despite being a bit jealous at the lucky person who has just shared with us his new video which I’ve never seen before…

…I become so moved. So wonderfully moved. So full of sweet sadness and at the same time with delight, and joy, and almost heavenly pleasure and can’t get rid of the smile on my face which shines from it even hours after. On videos such as this one, “hand in hand”, picturing a lovely Ofra singing together with happy Israeli children on TV and fulfilling them perhaps the dream of their life.

It makes me feel so warm inside. So blessed that Ihave the access to see it. And so sad when remembering that she and her miraculous world and all the blessings in it are gone forever…

But each new piece of the rare old material makes my soul recover a little more.

If only our children would still be growing up on this!

🙂

Isralike