My family moved
to Israel in the year 1951, and then I was given a Hebrew name, Sara. All these years my family was celebrating my
birthday at the festive dinner for the second night of Rosh Hashana. My younger brother was named Mordechai, after
the Jewish hero in the book of Esther.
My sister came next, she was born in early spring when the Jews
celebrate Tu Bishvat, the birthday of trees.
She was named Elana, from Ilan which means tree.
At the age of
16 I was given an Israeli I.D. booklet.
My birthdate was written as bet Tishre, the Jewish date.
At the age of
25 I met my future husband Moshe who came from California. We decided to start our lives in Los Angeles
and I had to apply for a green card. I
needed to have a Christian birth date and it was possible then to check the
1947 calendar and find out that the second of Tishre was September 16. I still needed a birth certificate, and since
I did not have one, I was told by the American embassy that my mother has to
sign an affidavit that she indeed delivered me in Iran on September 16,
1947. In addition I needed a letter from
the police that I have no criminal record.
That is how I
became Sara Janet Bassilian. Since then
I celebrate my birthday for a few days between the second of Tishre and September
16, which happens to be different every year.
In my close family I am still
known as Janet.