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A book about the life of an influential man from a Jewish family, the Lad’s Home: A Jew’s Life by Shmuel Lad is the story of Shmiel Lad, a young Jewish man from the city of Tel Aviv who made a name for himself in the business world.

The book was first published in 1954, but was not widely known until recently.

The story of Lad’s wife, Myra, and their children is told in a fascinating way, revealing their journey as they came to terms with their mother’s death, which left them a widower and fatherless.

Myra and her two sons grew up in a middle-class family and the book takes us through their childhood, as they deal with a life of poverty and deprivation, as well as the trials and tribulations of living in a new city and a new country.

The Lad was a successful entrepreneur and one of the wealthiest men in Israel, earning more than $1 million per year.

It was the middle of the 20th century, and the Lad family had been wealthy for a long time.

My grandmother had passed away while in a wheelchair.

My mother and brother had left home when they were young, but my father remained.

His wife died when he was just a boy.

My father’s wealth and status made him a major target for Jewish extremists, who believed he had been murdered and his fortune stolen.

When the Lad home was attacked by Jewish extremists in the 1950s, Myriam was the only surviving son.

Myriams mother died of cancer at age 25, but she kept trying to rebuild her life.

My sister-in-law had been a stay-at-home mother for most of her life, but when she finally got a job in the construction industry, she decided to marry him and have a family.

My parents decided to give up their careers and get married, so Myra married Shmili, who was a good-looking man who looked like he could handle it.

The couple started a small business selling carpets in the city.

My daughter-in.law had started a photography business, but her husband wanted to continue working in the family business, so they separated.

My wife had been married for 18 years and was the mother of four children.

She was a woman who had lived in the country for years and had a family that had its own way of life.

They had no choice but to live in Tel Aviv, where the Lad dynasty was thriving.

My daughters were both beautiful, but I felt that Myra was my most important asset.

She had the ability to make me feel like I was living in the real world.

My brother and I were also very happy with our lives, but Myra wanted a more meaningful life.

She told me that she wanted to travel the world.

We both were determined to find a new life in the United States, but the Lad business would not allow it.

She decided to take a chance and move to California, where she would become a successful model and a successful actress.

My mom had decided to leave for Los Angeles and take care of her children, and she had already moved to the suburbs.

We thought we were living in Los Angeles until she told us that she had gotten sick and had to get back home.

She didn’t have a car and my brother and me were stuck with her.

She also decided to start a new business, which she wanted us to do together.

She bought us a small home, in an area of Santa Barbara, and gave us a lot of freedom.

We did what we wanted, and we did it with our own two feet.

My husband and I would live together in a two-story house with my sister- in-law, Myrah, and her son, Chaim, and my daughter- in law’s husband, Yossi, who were the only two Jews living in their house.

We would live in a modest home in the neighborhood.

We had a small garden and we were very strict about not letting anyone come in, and I always kept kosher.

My son Chaim had a big heart and was very smart.

My sons life was very exciting.

My kids loved to play, and they were very talented.

They loved to cook, and it was their mother, Myrna, who gave them their cooking skills.

The kids loved going to the beach and I loved to go to the movies.

The boys would get in trouble because they would be making fun of Myra for not eating a sandwich.

My youngest son would get really mad when she would go to a party and make fun of his little brother and the girl he was dating.

We loved our children, but it was a tough life.

We didn’t want to be like my brothers, but we did want to become successful.

When we finally found our new place in Los Angles, it was just like moving into your first apartment.

My family was very rich and my son had