From childhood in Tel Aviv, to the decision that changed worlds in the house of his prominent teacher. A life of extraordinary asceticism, immense diligence, and complete nullification of worldly life:
The life story of this holy chassid, the righteous genius Rabbi Moshe Tzanani zt"l.

The chassid, the righteous genius Rabbi Moshe Tzanani was born on Wednesday, the 16th of Nisan, during the intermediate days of Passover in 5713 (1953), to his father Mordechai and his mother Yemima, of blessed memory. In his childhood and youth, he grew up in the city of Tel Aviv. Like his peers, he enlisted in the army, and after his discharge, he began studying at Tel Aviv University. Due to his sharp mind, all his acquaintances predicted great things for him. Day by day, he advanced and became the top student in the entire university.

At the age of 23, he met R' Moshe Shvili, who brought him for the first time to our teacher and master, the righteous genius Rabbi Eliezer Berland shlit"a. When the rabbi and the student met for the first time, Rabbi Tzanani decided without hesitation: "Here I will sit, for I have desired it," leaving behind all the glory and immense success that awaited him at the threshold. But he clung to the holy path of our Rebbe, the light of his prominent teacher. After a few weeks, he realized there was tremendous potential in a move that could change the face of the entire generation, returning it to its roots. One day, while sitting and studying in Rav Berland's room, his teacher entered the room. He stood up and asked our teacher and master shlit"a to open the "Shuvu Banim" yeshiva. Rav Berland responded that he did not want to be involved in public affairs, preferring to sit and study Torah. However, he insisted and informed his teacher that he would not leave the room until the Shuvu Banim yeshiva was opened. Thus, in 5737 (1977), thanks to him, the Shuvu Banim yeshiva was established—Rabbi Moshe Tzanani merited to be the first student of the Shuvu Banim yeshiva and the main catalyst for its founding—establishing hundreds of generations of returnees to teshuvah (repentance).

From his first day to his last, he sat bent over his books, facing the Holy of Holies, and delved into the holy Torah, the joy of his life. He was well-versed and sharp in all the treasures of the Torah, both revealed and hidden. He completed the holy Talmud countless times with deep study. The veterans of the yeshiva recount that he could sit for entire days glued to the Gemara and the Ketzot HaChoshen, not moving his eyes.

A servant of Hashem in an extraordinary manner, fasts and asceticism were his portion throughout his life, with his neshamah (soul) burning like a pillar of fire, rising and ascending to infinite levels. It was a wonder that even in prayers, he was attached to the siddur, praying as if counting coins with his finger, letter by letter, not because he did not know the prayer by heart, but because he wanted to cling to the enlightening holy letters. He merited to be among the pioneers to the marked grave in the city of Uman.

Aside from Torah and service, he did not spare from the pillar of kindness, as every Friday evening he would give thousands of shekels for hundreds of needy families. Besides the charity he would distribute to every poor and destitute person.

For years, he was the prominent student and the greatest of the students of our teacher and master Rabbi Eliezer Berland shlit"a. He merited to establish hundreds and thousands of students, bringing them closer to Judaism, attaching them to the tzaddik of our generation, and being a help to them, giving each one advice and wisdom with a radiant face.

In recent years, his pure body succumbed to the fasts, mortifications, and terrible asceticism he took upon himself. As a result, he fell ill. He was hospitalized for a long time, and by miraculous wonders, his spirit remained with us to heal the broken-hearted. However, he needed to be connected to an oxygen machine. Despite the medical condition, in an incredible wonder that cannot be explained naturally, with immense self-sacrifice, he continued to serve his Creator without any blemish or slight deviation from his holy path.

He would arrive every morning at our study hall, where the journey that should have taken about five minutes, due to his medical condition, sometimes took more than half an hour (!). Despite everything, he would not give up and would come every day and every Shabbat, sometimes in the heavy frost, taking a few steps and then stopping again to catch his breath. Every day he would deliver words of the living God from the wellspring flowing from Eden to water the garden for a long hour. Often, he would choke while delivering the lesson, but he never stopped.

On Sunday, the 1st of Tevet, while standing in his prayer, he suddenly fell to the ground with his remaining strength. His attendants, who were concerned to lift him, wanted to take him immediately to the hospital, but he insisted on finishing the Shacharit prayer of Rosh Chodesh Tevet, writhing in terrible and immense pain, and only after the prayer did he go to the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, his condition deteriorated greatly, and for two weeks, the doctors fought for his life, while prayers for his complete recovery were constantly held. On the last Shabbat of the parsha "And Moshe returned to Hashem," at the time of Ra'ava D'Ra'avin, the time of the passing of Moshe, the faithful shepherd, the angels and the mighty ones grasped the holy ark, and close to the time of the departure of Shabbat, the angels prevailed over the mighty ones, and the ark of God was captured – – –

The chassid, the righteous genius Rabbi Moshe Tzanani zt"l was called to the heavenly yeshiva on the holy Shabbat – the 21st of the month of Tevet, at the age of 72, his years full and rich in the service of Hashem until his last day.

His funeral procession departed on the night after the holy Shabbat from the house of our teacher and master shlit"a – on the Third Wall Street, and after he eulogized his prominent student with bitter weeping. The funeral procession continued from the Third Wall Street, with hundreds of our community members carrying the pure bier to the Breslov section on the Mount of Olives.

He left behind six sons and hundreds of descendants, all Torah scholars engaged in Torah for its own sake, walking in his light and path.

May his soul be bound in the bond of life.