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Unveiling Meir: A Biography
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Meir was born
in 1969 to Jewish Iraqi parents,
who had immigrated to Israel long before his birth, making him a Sabra - an
Israeli native.
Their marriage took place in Israel in 1963, followed by the birth of Meir's
sister in 1964.
Meir was just 18 when his mother died very suddenly during a weekend at the age of 43.
In the wake of her passing, his father sought
solace in the synagogue, eventually transforming
his life and becoming a devout
rabbi.
His newfound faith also influenced Meir’s sister, who embraced a religious
path as well.
Meir, however, found comfort only
in music.
He began building a huge record
collection - a passion that has stayed with him to this day.
His father never understood
Meir’s love for music and vinyl.
He often tried to persuade him to follow a religious life,
which created a deep
divide between them. Over time, their contact dwindled to almost nothing,
and
Meir also lost touch with his sister.
Yet despite the distance and
differences, Meir felt profound sorrow when his father
suddenly passed away from a heart attack in February 2025 in the age of 87.
But "The glass is always half full",
read about Meir's optimism here.
Music
sings to his heart, movies dance through his mind, but food - ah, food - is
the poetry he tastes,
the love he plates, the story he tells in every bite.
Due to Meir's Iraqi heritage, he suffered from favism (G6PD
deficiency) as a young child,
a condition that causes a severe allergic reaction to fava beans.
This disorder is particularly common in Iraq and poses serious health risks.
As a result, Meir avoided fava
beans throughout his childhood.
But now, he enjoys them all the more - they’ve become one of his favorite foods.
After soaking them for a long time, he cooks them simply, without any salt or
spices, and eats them
while watching movies
on his sofa. He enjoys them so much that he
typically pauses the film
at least four times to return to the kitchen for another cup.
Meir’s greatest food
loves are meat and potatoes - in every imaginable form.
You might think it’s an exaggeration to say he lives on them all day, but once
you meet him, you’ll see it’s absolutely true.
Whether it’s his
homemade French fries, oven-roasted potatoes, or his signature cold potato salad,
that he likes to combine with a hot pita, his grilled shishlik, savory kebab, arayes
or a juicy steak.
He enjoys them from
morning until midnight.
Every now and then, he also taps into childhood nostalgia again by preparing one
of his lifelong favorites:
rice with lentils and garlic.
Though Meir usually cooks
for himself, he makes one exception.
Every Friday, he buys the only green salad he truly enjoys - Fattoush.
He often picks up maqluba as well, a traditional Levantine dish made with meat,
rice, and fried vegetables,
all layered in a pot and flipped upside down when served—hence its name.
He also sometimes eats Malawach or Falafel, read about it here.
Trick or treat
Meir is known for never using
salt or sugar. He enjoys homemade popcorn in its purest form - no
additives.
Just once a month, he indulges in a slightly sweet version with a touch of
sugar.
He hardly eats any chocolate, cakes or sweets.
However, ice
cream is a regular
treat for him several times a week, and his favorite flavor is coconut.
Maybe it's due to another food
allergy that, during the colder months, Meir sometimes experiences
nosebleeds.
It's something quite natural - and yet, strangely unnatural. Perhaps it was fate
that I dreamed about it beforehand.
Here’s what happened:
In February, I suddenly had a dream
that Meir was having a nosebleed.
It struck me as odd - why would I dream something so specific and seemingly
random?
Curious, I asked him if he ever gets nosebleeds. To my surprise, he said, "Yes,
but only in January and February."
He had never mentioned this before, so it was completely new information to me.
Then, when we met
in March, something strange happened. One day, while we were in his
kitchen,
he suddenly rushed to the bathroom without saying why. Later, when I went in, I
was shocked to find the bathroom
all over sprinkled with fresh drops of blood. He hadn’t even tried to clean it
up.
It was startling - and completely unexpected.
In that moment, I remembered the
dream I’d had in February. It felt too coincidental to ignore.
Why would I dream about something so specific before it happened?
Especially after a few days, it happened twice
more - once quite suddenly at the Shuk
in Tel Aviv,
when he experienced another nosebleed.
I don’t usually believe in prophetic dreams, but this experience felt undeniably supernatural.
It’s clear that Meir’s life is
shaped by fear to lose control.
He has never touched a drop of alcohol, never smoked a cigarette, and has
steered clear of drugs entirely.
He often insists he would never ride anything with just two wheels.
Yet, paradoxically, he’s been
driving a taxi for over ten years through the chaotic and hazardous streets of
Petah Tikva,
where the wail of emergency sirens is a constant backdrop. He certainly
doesn’t do it for pleasure - it’s a means to an end.
Driving allows him to cover his high rent, indulge in his costly passion for
collecting records, and afford quality cuts of
meat.
Given all his stress about money, it's no
surprise that he dreams of hitting the jackpot.
When I had the chance to visit Jerusalem
with him, he went straight to a lottery
kiosk to try his luck.
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At least he occasionally had the chance
to combine work with his hobby.
Over the years, it happened from time to time that famous singers used his taxi
service.
One day, for instance, Ilanit was a passenger - but he only recognized her when
she began rehearsing her own songs.
Although Meir is naturally very shy, his excitement at having her in his car
overcame his hesitation,
and he couldn't resist striking up a conversation about her music.
Throughout Meir’s life, "collecting"
has always held great significance.
Whether it’s stamps, music books, records,
or even Facebook friends - he has amassed them by the thousands.
But one has to wonder: is any of it truly real?
The most meaningful connections are
those we make in real life, and in Meir’s case, those are few and far
between.
You’d think that rarity would make them more precious - something to value and
protect.
Yet sadly, Meir seems to think otherwise.
Losing someone who believed there
was a special bond doesn’t seem to trouble him.
After all, he can simply add another virtual friend to his collection.
And who knows - maybe one of them will eventually become something real.
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