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Mama Rachels
Day in Court
Hidden in
the Open
Kindling Hearts
in Tel Aviv
This issue was produced through the efforts of
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Editorial Staff:
Sara Miriam Gross, Ruth Lewis, Sara Chava Mizrahi
Graphics and Design: Sara Srulovitz
Now is the time to
turn to our mother
No one cares for you more than your mother.
Her children's pain is her own.
A mother wants the very best for her beloved
children.
Nothing can compare to a mothers heart!
Each of us is hoping for a better future, waiting
for a yeshuah, or for renewed hope.
Parnasah, shalom bayis, shidduchim, refuah,
peace of mind, nachas from our children.
Each of us is hoping for things to improve, for
a new beginning in at least one area of life.
Hashem Yisbarach has prepared for us the
surest path to our immediate yeshuah. Long
ago Am Yisraels Forefather, Yaakov Avinu,
took all of our tzaros into account. Therefore,
as our Sages have taught us in Midrash
Rabbah (Parshas Vayishlach), he decided to
bury Rachel Imeinu on the wayside, near Beis
Lechem, for he knew that this was the most
auspicious place for us to pray for salvation,
as Bnei Yisrael would pass there in their
travail and Mama Rachel would plead on their
behalf.
Because a mother, more than anyone else,
understands and feels the distress of each of
her children.
And those prayers work!
Any child in kindergarten can tell us about
Kever Rachel, but the older one grows, the
more deeply one understands the kedushah
and the segulah of this place.
A million people cant be wrong, they say.
Certainly, tens of millions of Jews over
thousands of years weren't mistaken. In every
generation Jews realized that when theres a
tzarah, we can depend on Mama Rachel.
Rabi Shimon bar Yochai stated, as recorded in
the Zohar hakadosh, that in Heaven, Rachel
Imeinu does more than anyone else. The Vilna
Gaon (in his peirush Tikunei Zohar, tikun 6)
declared that during the galus the Shechinah
rests in Kever Rachel. Rebbe Levi Yitzchak
of Berditchev wrote (Kedushas Levi, Parshas
Vayeitzei) that every time one davens at
Kever Rachel, Rachel Imeinu goes forth from
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the kever and raises a tremendous tumult in
Heaven, until the request of the person who
davens there is fullled.
One of the holy mekubalim of a previous
generation wrote in sefer Chosen Yeshuos
that if a group of Torah scholars studies Torah
around the clock at Kever Rachel, this will
hasten the Redemption, and any request they
make will be fullled.
Theres no family in the world that donated
to Kever Rachel regularly and didnt see a
yeshuah. Thus the holy mekubal Rav David
Abuchatzeira of Nahariya, shlita, quoted Maran
Hagaon Rav Ovadia Yosef, ztl. I personally
know thousands of people who experienced
yeshuos in the zechus of donating to Mosdos
Kever Rachel, Rav David Abuchatzeira himself
testies.
In a rare statement, Maran Rav Yosef Shalom
Elyashiv, ztl, afrmed that thousands of poor
people have experienced yeshuos as a result
of their partnership with Rav Kluger, shlita,
adding, All of his actions are for the sake of
Heaven.
There is no need to add anything to the historic
letter of Maran Hagaon Rav Chaim Kanievsky,
shlita (see Hidden in the Open, p.15), who
wrote decisively, Many have been saved and
many will be saved in the zechus of donating
to Mosdos Kever Rachel. This letter made a
thunderous impression throughout Eretz
Yisrael. Maran, shlita, did not merely give
a blessing or a recommendation; he was
stating a fact. Do you want a yeshuah as
well? Its yours for the taking!
If this is the case throughout the year,
how much more does it apply on the day
of the yahrtzeit. The holy sefarim (of the
Ari Hakadosh and others) explain that
on this day the neshamah stands on
the kever and has the power to effect
yeshuos that it cannot effect during
the rest of the year.
Who among us is prepared to pass
up this opportunity to have Mama
Rachel plead for the changes we
need in life?
Last year thousands read this
pamphlet, as you are doing, and
jumped at the opportunity. They
tested the power of Rachel
Imeinu's ability to intercede and
were not disappointed. Many
were stunned by the power of
Hashems salvation, which
transcended nature.
Mama Rachel has never let
us down, and she never
will.
Because theres nothing
like a mother!
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Mama Rachels
Day in Court
Hidden in
the Open
Kindling Hearts
in Tel Aviv
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uring the recent war
in Gaza, the Mosdos
Kever Rachel hotline
was ooded with
hundreds of calls from
people relating nissim and
niaos that they had personally
experienced - in the zechus of the
round-the-clock protective tellos
held at Kever Rachel. Of all these,
we present the story of the Drori
family of Ashkelon. This account
is the result of personal interviews
with the parents and the children
interviews overowing with emunah
and true Jewish strength.
Red Alert
Its two in the morning in Ashkelon.
Through closed shutters, the sound
of a siren pierces the bedroom,
shaking the walls of the house,
cruelly invading the sweet dreams
of a little girl and presenting a living
nightmare in their stead.
Four-year-old Iris trembles.
Only a small hallway separates her
room from her parents room, but
the hallway is scary now lled
with the shrieks of the siren. From
the window, she hears the tumult
of neighbors scrambling to safety.
Doors on the oors above are
slamming. A baby is crying on the
oor below. And the roar of the siren
tears across the heavens.
Iris cries.
The door of her room opens. Ima
dashes in, scoops up Iris in her arms,
and ies to the stairwell. Meanwhile,
Abba is pulling her half-sleeping
brother Roi to the same place. Their
building is old; it doesnt have a
reinforced room in each apartment.
According to safety instructions,
theyre supposed to take shelter in
a protected space. For them and
two other families, the only space
available is on the second oor of
their building, in the stairwell. Within
thirty seconds, the three families
are there. Although the children are
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now crying hysterically, the outside
noise has been swallowed up by a
deafening silence as they all await
the inevitable. Its not a question
of when, but of where. And then it
comes
BOOM!
The rusty railing of the stairwell
shakes. The echo of an additional
boom and the sound of something
exploding somewhere. People look
at one another and sigh.
Its starting up again.
Sadly, the residents of this southern
city are used to being the targets
of the bloodthirsty beasts from
Gaza. Those residents had enjoyed
a little over a year of peace and
quiet. Daily life had resumed as
usual. The Home Front Commands
instructions had become faded
memories, best forgotten. But now,
tonight, life as usual had stopped
once again. They know the pattern.
It would start with a sprinkle of
rockets red at the Gaza Belt
communities. It would spread to the
neighboring cities and communities
and eventually, their own hometown
would be left nearly desolate.
After staying in the stairwell for
the recommended ten minutes,
the Droris began to return to their
apartment, drowsy children in tow.
As they went, Chagit Drori smiled to
herself.
Is everything okay? her husband
asked with concern.
Completely ne. I have insurance.
Insurance? Anti-rocket insurance?
he claried.
I have insurance that protects us
from all troubles. The insurance of
Rachel Imeinu.
Ive never
heard of a
company by
that name, her
husband admitted.
I just signed up for it
yesterday, she explained.
When I heard about the
worsening situation in Sederot and
the surrounding areas, I decided,
Thats it. Were not going to endure
the same grief as last time. Im
not willing to live my life in fear. I
need life insurance. Not the kind of
insurance that pays out money to a
family after a person passes away,
the kind that keeps him and his
family from dying in the rst place!
Keeps them healthy, sane. I set up a
standing order at the bank to donate
regularly to Kever Rachel. And every
night, the talmidei chachamim there
are going to mention our names for
yeshuah and rachamim. I believe
in the power of the tellos that
those tzaddikim at Kever Rachel
offer to Hashem, and Hashem also
promises that tzedakah saves a
person from death. So now I feel
calm.
Uri Drori heard the words and
gured: Okay. I dont know if it will
help, but it certainly cant hurt.
Little did Mr. Drori know how quickly
his
Mama
Rachel insurance policy would
be put to good use
The First Payment
Ten families live in the Droris
building, but over the next two
weeks, that number dwindled to
ve. The Cohens, from across
the hall, went to stay with their
cousins in Haifa. The Dadons,
from the second oor, migrated
to their parents in Jerusalem. The
only people who remained were
those who had nowhere to go.
Actually, the Droris did have places
they could ee to, but it wasnt so
simple. Abba Drori works in the
local industrial zone and Ima Drori
also works in town. So they stayed
in Ashkelon. It would be okay. They
had insurance, and Chagit insisted
that they would rely on Hashem, in
the merit of Rachel Imeinu.
The rst payment from their policy
arrived two weeks after the start of
the war.
It was the afternoon. The children
were playing in their bedroom and
the parents were in the kitchen.
Ima called Iris to come to her for
a moment, so she dutifully left her
game and hurried to the kitchen.
Roi, bored there alone, tagged
If there would
have been children
in that room when
the rocket hit, I
doubt there would
have been anyone
left to rescue,
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hysterically, the outside hysterically, the outside
been swallowed up by a en swallowed up by a
silence as they all await
ble. Its not a question
ut of where. And then it
railing of the stairwell
he echo of an additional
the sound of something
somewhere. People look
ther and sigh.
g up again
ve never Ive never
hea of a heard o
company by
that name, her
husband admitted.
I just signed up for it
yesterday, she explained.
When I heard about the
worsening situation in Sederot and
the surrounding areas, I decided,
Thats it. Were not going to endure
the same grief as last time. Im
not willing to live my life in fear. I
need life insurance. Not the kind of
insurance that pays out money to a
his
Mama
Rachel insurance policy would
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along after her.
What did you want, Ima? Iris
asked.
Um. Yeah. Hmm, What did I want?
Chagit mumbled. I dont remember.
Well, never mind.
The children shrugged and began
to skip back to their room.
BOOM!
The thunderous blast pierced the
back of their apartment. Dust and
smoke rose from the hallway. In
the tiny kitchen, Mr. and Mrs. Drori
froze like statues. For several
minutes, they were in shock. Then
the rescue crew, in their uorescent
vests, burst into the house, and the
Drori family began to take in what
had occurred.
Later, a security ofcer revealed the
full extent of the miracle:
A rocket had struck only a few
yards from the window of the
childrens bedroom. Hundreds of
deadly metal ball bearings had
penetrated the entire outer wall of
the building, even into the childrens
bedroom wardrobe. The shockwave
had shattered the window; glass
lled the room and shrapnel had
punctured a medium-sized hole in
the wall. If there would have been
children in that room when the
rocket hit, I doubt there would have
been anyone left to rescue, the
ofcer reported.
Abba and Ima began to shake.
The Gratitude Campaign
The Modeh Missile Gratitude
Campaign began one evening
not long after. Mrs. Drori had just
returned from a long journey during
which shed listened to a shiur given
by Rabbi Shalom Arush, shlita. The
rav was speaking about the power
of saying thank You to Hashem.
Saying thank You for everything
the good as well as the bad. He
explained that, once the Geulah
comes, this will be the madreigah of
everyone. At that time, there will be
an astounding change in reality, and
the entire concept of good and bad
will cease to exist. Everyone will
nally know that there isnt actually
any bad in the world; its all Hashem
and Hashem is entirely good. The
rav explained that it is possible to
bring tremendous yeshuos to the
world in the zechus of saying thank
You. If a Jew says thank You to
Hashem for a painful slap the same
way he thanks Him for a present If
he believes that everything Hashem
does is for the good, because He
loves us, with an innite, limitless
love If a Jew conducts himself
that way, any difcult gezeirah can
be annulled for himself and for his
family.
As she was driving home, Chagit
had the opportunity to put her new
Okay, Ima, Iris
whispered into
her mothers ear
just before falling
asleep. Well
say thank You
for every missile.
Together.
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lesson to use. The Red Alert siren
blasted, striking terror to her heart.
With no safe room, available
drivers were supposed to pull over,
park, get out of their cars, and lie
at on the ground. Chagits hands
were shaking on the steering wheel,
wet and slipping from nervous
perspiration. Just then, a ash of
remembrance crossed her mind:
Thank You. It was time to say thank
You. Chagit managed to pull over
and get out, and then the thanking
began in earnest:
Thank You, Hashem, for the life
that is owing through me this very
moment. For the clean air that
I breathe, for my eyes that see.
For my 248 limbs and organs that
function, for my brain that can make
countless calculations in a fraction
of a second even for this Red
Alert siren, that has given me the
opportunity to thank You!
Chagit continued enumerating all
the gifts of her life, and thanking
Hashem over and over until
BOOM!
Chagit opened her eyes. She was
still alive. The missile must have
fallen somewhere far away. Now
she had another thing for which to
thank Hashem!
When she returned home, Mrs.
Drori shared the details of her
harrowing drive. But more than that,
she shared the idea of giving thanks
for everything - even for missiles.
Okay, Ima, Iris whispered into
her mothers ear just before falling
asleep. Well say thank You for
every missile. Together.
And thats how the gratitude
campaign was launched.
What happened to the Drori family
two weeks later made it perfectly
clear that what had happened (and
not happened!) in their childrens
bedroom was only the introduction
to an entire chapter of Hashgachah
pratis and niaos.
A Day at the Park
After weeks of being cooped up in
the house, the Droris were desperate
for a break. When a humanitarian
ceasere was announced, they
welcomed the news. After long
deliberations, they decided it was
their chance to venture out to the
local park. They wouldnt go out for
long, just long enough for the kids
to enjoy the fresh air, play on the
jungle gym, swings, and slide, see
real live birds and trees, and enjoy
a quick picnic lunch. After all, war or
no war, this was still their childrens
long-awaited summer vacation.
When the Droris arrived at the park,
they realized that no one else had
decided to use the ceasere that
way. The park was empty. Silent.
Not a soul in sight.
Determined to provide at least a
modest measure of fun to their long-
suffering children, Abba and Ima
spread a blanket on the grass and
began arranging their cooler and
other gear in the middle of it. Iris and
Roi went to play on the jungle gym
and their parents sat down to savor
some quiet conversation. They
spoke about the situation, about
the news, about their concerns.
Eventually the conversation turned
to teachings about emunah. Chagit
shared ideas from a shiur she had
heard and Uri shared what he had
learned in an evening kollel for
baalei batim: That emunah is the
elixir of life. And, in the words of
Rebbe Nachman, ztzl, Whoever
has emunah, his life is a life.
How could a person survive without
emunah? the Droris wondered
aloud together. Emunah is a
persons direct line to the Creator.
It gives him psychological strength,
and fosters a blissfully serene inner
landscape. As their discussion
wound up, they looked over to
where the children were playing.
The children were no longer there.
Iris? Roi? they called out.
Within seconds, Roi came running
over to them.
Wheres Iris? they asked him.
I dont know. The boy shrugged.
Ive been playing here by myself.
Iris left a long time ago.
Iris! Iris! Iris! Soon three voices
were calling for her, and the pitch
rose higher, the longer they called
and searched.
Lets split up, Uri said. Well each
head in a different direction. You
and Roi take the park; Ill take the
side streets. Well search anywhere
As their discussion wound up, they looked over to where the children were playing.
The children were no longer there.
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onit Stav loved Fridays.
Fridays at night. Well,
not really the night
just before the night,
when the afternoon
meets the night and the sun colors
the street and reects on the sea.
Ima says that the sun goes to the
beach at night and hides under
the water until the next morning.
However it happens, these are the
moments Ronit loves the most. But
not because of the sea or the sun,
only because of what happens on
the rst oor of her building, behind
the door facing the stairwell.
On Friday afternoons, a little before
dark, Ima Stav takes Ronits small
hand in hers and says, Lets go
down now. That means Ima wants
to take Ronit downstairs to the tiny
park on the next street, near their
apartment building. Apartments in
crowded northern Tel Aviv dont
have their own yards; that park
is the closest place with grass,
blossoming owers, and trees. So
they go to the park - but only on
Fridays, because Ima works all day
till nightfall, every day but Friday,
and so does Abba.
On regular days, Abba and Ima
leave early in the morning. Ronit
goes to school. In the afternoons,
she goes to an afterschool program.
After that, a babysitter watches her
until her parents come home late
at night. Even when theyre home,
theyre still working Ima is always
on her cellphone, talking about
work, and Abba sits at his computer
until the middle of the night. Then
he also talks about business on his
cellphone until hes very tired.
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But now its Friday and Ronit walks
downstairs with her mother, exactly
two ights.
Something that happens on the
rst oor of their building is very
important to her...
Behind the door on the rst oor
are the Blochs. Theyre not a family
with kids. Theyre an old couple, or
as Ima says, theyre elderly. Theyre
very friendly and always smile when
they meet neighbors in the hallway.
On Fridays, they leave their door
open. Well, not completely open.
More like half open, half closed. If
you bend down and squint you can
see their entrance hall and part
of their living room. Thats where
Ronits surprising sight stands: two
ames, burning on a small, low
table. Exactly two. Always two. And
not at all like colored birthday cake
candles. Completely different. Two
little glass cups lled with really
clear, golden oil, burning bright.
Every week, when they pass by,
Ronit always stops to peek at the
ames. Every week, when she does
that, her mother urges her onward.
Come on, Ronit! Ima never lets
Ronit stop and gaze at the ames.
Even if Ima is in the middle of a very
important call on her cellphone, she
always stops talking and reminds
Ronit, Keep on walking!
But why? Ronit asks.
Its not nice to peek into other
peoples houses, Ima says. But
theres a spark in her eyes and her
voice is tense.
Then they rush past as fast as they
can.
Thats what happens every Friday,
in the afternoon, just before dark.
Ronits Family
The Stavs are a young Tel Aviv
family: a mother, a father, and a
little girl. Mr. Stav works in hi-tech;
Mrs. Stav is in charge of advertising
and marketing for a business
management software company.
A mother, a father and a little girl.
They are actively involved in their
community and they dress as all
their fellow Tel Avivians dress. They
have two cars - one of their own and
the other from Mr. Stavs job. Their
daughter attends a local preschool
that is completely secular free of
any unwanted subjects, such as
Judaism. On the surface, the Stavs
look like a typical secular family
- secular for generations. But the
truth of their situation is even more
horrifying:
Abba is the son of a renowned
rosh kollel from Bnei Brak. Imas
father is a dayan of a Jerusalem
beis din that handles nancial
claims. The two of them followed
an identical downward slide, drawn
I would gladly
take you to the zoo
or an amusement
park or anywhere
else instead.
Why do you want
to go to Kever
Rachel, anyway?
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These words aptly describe the devotion of the rabbanim of Mosdos Kever Rachel. Even dur-
ing times of war, the sounds of Torah and tellah at Kever Rachel were never silenced for even a
moment. The kollel members continue to arrive at Kever Rachel to learn and daven in round-the-
clock shifts. The security forces, inspired by their seless dedication, make a special effort to
assist and to enable them to arrive at the kever at all times of the day and night.
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Just before Ima
and Ronit left,
she handed them
a small packet.
This is a package
of light. Shabbos
candles.
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by the temptations of the street.
Eventually, he went to study in a
university and she headed into the
world of marketing. Their shared
background and their shared guilt
brought them together. And, on that
shaky foundation, they built a new
life. Not that they actually chose
a direction in life. Their home was
based on two principles: earning
as much money as possible
and eeing the past. They were
determined that not one word about
Yiddishkeit would be spoken in their
home, and for ve and a half years
they succeeded
Mrs. Stav Gets a Surprise
Nothing could have prepared Mrs.
Stav for the day when her little girl
came home from preschool and
said: Ima, I want you to take me to
Kever Rachel.
To where?
To Ke-ver Ra-chel, Ronit
answered slowly.
To where?! Her mother now
almost shouted.
Ima, its in a place called Beit
Lechem. Near Jerusalem. Youll
take me there, right?
Ima didnt answer. Suddenly, she
was very busy on the phone for
the next few hours, talking about
work, and didnt have any time to
talk about anything else. Ronit kept
quiet, but the gears in her brain
were turning and she knew exactly
what she needed to do
The next day Ronit didnt feel well.
Good morning, Ronit! her mother
greeted her cheerfully. Time to go
to school!
The little blanket that covered the
girl shook slightly and then the noisy
coughing began.
Ronit? Are you okay?
The only reply was another
sequence of noisy coughs.
Mrs. Stav was forced to skip work.
Instead of traveling to her ofce
on Dizengoff Street, she ended up
calling to make an appointment
with the doctor for later that day.
But by ten oclock in the morning,
Ronit opened her eyes, coughed
dramatically, and said: Ima. Kever
Rachel!
What?
Please take me to Kever Rachel,
or else Im going to be sick again
tomorrow
Under normal circumstances, Ima
Stav would have been very angry
at that request. But now, for some
odd reason, she heard herself
answering simply: Well see.
Not long after, she found herself in
her car, driving her determined little
daughter to the end of the world
in other words, all the way to Kever
Rachel. During the one and a half
hours that it took to get there, Ima
had plenty of time to think and to
talk to Ronit. Really, Ronit! I dont
even know how you managed to
persuade me to do this. I would
gladly take you to the zoo or an
amusement park or anywhere else,
instead. We can still turn around
and do that. Itll be much more fun
for you. Why do you want to go to
Kever Rachel, anyway?
My Morah told me its a special
place. Were you ever there, Ima?
Silence.
Little Ronit could not know how
that question pierced her mothers
heart. There was no one to tell
the child that her very own mother
was named for Mama Rachel, that
her real name wasnt Rimona but
Rucheleh. Or at least it had once
been Rucheleh, But Ronit would
never know because no one was
willing to tell her.
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At Kever Rachel
Ronit was enchanted. In her entire
short life, she had never seen such
a place. Old women, young women,
and even girls were there. The ladies
had scarves on their heads. Their
faces were pressed close to large
books, as they swayed back and
forth. Some of them were crying.
Mothers? Crying? Ima suddenly
looked so different, standing there
with her cellphone that seemed
almost eternally glued to her ear.
No reception, Ima muttered
sullenly as she put the phone in her
purse.
Thank you, she muttered sullenly,
when another young mother offered
her a book to hold like everyone
else.
Then someone approached Ronit.
Would you like to say Tehillim, little
girl?
Ronit nodded. She was too shy to
ask, Whats Tehillim?
But someone read her thoughts.
Tehillim is a holy book that was
written by King David. And this is
Mamas home.
Mamas home? My Imas house?
Our house is far from this place at
the end of the world. Our home is in
Tel Aviv with Abba.
Yes. This is the home of your mother
and fathers Mama. Here you can
cry as much as you like, and ask for
everything you need. This mother
is called Rachel - Rachel Imeinu -
Mama Rachel.
Ima had overheard the conversation
and she approached the woman.
Ima had a spark in her eyes, the
same spark as when they passed
by the Blochs house each Friday
afternoon.
Who are you? Ima asked sharply.
A Jewish woman. Your sister.
Were all daughters of the same
mother.
Ronit and her mother were speaking
with Rebbetzin Kluger, but they
didnt know that. For Rebbetzin
Kluger, Kever Rachel is her second
- or perhaps more accurately, her
rst home. She spoke gently to
Mrs. Stav and, just before Ima and
Ronit left, she handed them a small
packet. This is a package of light.
Shabbos candles.
Shabbos candles, Ima murmured,
then immediately bit her lips, as
though she regretted even saying
the words.
Yes. May they bring light and joy
into your hearts.
Ima shoved the candles into her
purse and rushed Ronit back to the
car. All the way home, Ronit was
busy thinking. Theres a mother
named Rachel and shes everyones
mother and now we have candles.
The Next Day
The next day was Friday. Once
again Ronit and her mother got
ready to go to the park. But before
My Morah
told me its a
special place.
Were you ever
there, Ima?
Silence.
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they could get out the door Ronit
said: Ima. First the candles. We
can light them just like Mrs. Bloch
does.
Oy veys mir! shouted Ima. The
Yiddish words burst from her
mouth. Ronit was stunned to hear
the unfamiliar sounds.
What did you say, Ima?
After a minute of silence, Ima found
her voice. Nothing. Okay. Come,
well light those candles.
What choice did she have with a
daughter as strong-willed as Ronit?
Imas hands shook as she tried
to light the match. The rst match
broke and then the second. Then
the package of matches fell onto
the sparkling waxed oor. Ronit
bent over to pick it up and noticed
a small drop of water. She looked
up and saw that Imas face was red,
and wet. Come, lets nish this,
Ima said. She took the package
from Ronits hands.
At last, the candles were lit.
A bit later, as the sky turned a
glorious reddish orange, they went
to the park. On the way, they passed
by the Blochs home. But this time,
Ima didnt try to hurry Ronit along.
Actually, an astute observer might
even have noticed Ima herself
bending over to peek at the ames.
The Inside Story
Another week, another Friday.
In the M. familys home, the phone
rang loudly. Rebbetzin Tzivya
answered.
Hello Mrs. M. This is Esty, calling
from Mosdos Kever Rachel. I just
wanted to update you that last night
we had the special tellah atzeres
that you sponsored, at the kever,
and we made sure to mention the
names you gave us: Rachel bas
Tzivya and Eliyahu ben Sarah,
along with your bakashah that
Hashem kindle the Jewish spark
in their souls and the souls of their
descendants.
Esty added her own heartfelt
blessings, checked the call off her
list, and tried to move on to the next
call. But something was niggling at
her. Why did those names sound
familiar?
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the week before, the S. family
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had called and given her those
very same names! They too had
wanted to dedicate that weeks
Erev Shabbos learning. But since
that week had been taken by the
M. family, Esty had booked them
for the following Shabbos, instead.
If only to satisfy her curiosity, Esty
opened up her Excel sheet and took
a look.
Eliyahu ben Sarah and Rachel
bas Tzivya. Yes! It was them. And
the dedication? Their bakashah,
offered in a wavering, doubtful tone
was that their son and daughter-in-
law somehow return to them. Esty
remembered their request well
because it was followed by a ood
of tears. Ever sensitive to callers,
Esty had remained on the line for a
long time, comforting the distraught
mother, until the conversation was
able to wind down on a quiet, if not
peaceful, note.
And now Esty knew the inside
story: Both families the wifes
family and the husbands family
were contributing to Mosdos Kever
Rachel, hoping for their married
children to return to the Torah and
to them.
Ronit in Search of Candles
And then, on that same Friday
afternoon:
Ronit didnt have any more candles.
She knew she couldnt ask Ima to
buy new ones. Something about
candles made Ima very sad and put
that angry spark into her eyes. But
suddenly, Ronit had an idea.
She hurried downstairs and knocked
on Mrs. Blochs door.
Shalom, zeeskeit! Mrs. Bloch
greeted her. Come in.
Could you please give me some
candles? Ronit asked quickly. Um,
two candles.
Candles? Mrs. Bloch wondered
aloud. You mean birthday
candles?
No. There was some other name
for them. That lady at Kever Rachel
had called them -what had she
called them?
Ich farshtei nisht, Mrs. Bloch said
to her husband, with a shrug. What
did the little girl want?
They must have a yahrtzeit, Mr.
Bloch concluded. Even chilonim
observe yahrtzeits.
Ah, yes, that must be it. His wife
nodded and went to fetch a candle
from the cabinet.
Two, Ronit repeated simply.
All right, then. Mrs. Bloch nodded
again, and handed two yahrtzeit
candles to her young neighbor.
Thank you! Ronit said, her face
shining. She raced back up the
stairs to her home as fast as
her short legs could carry her.
She set up the candles
just as Ima had done
the week before on
the little side table,
with tin foil underneath
to be safe.
Just then, her mother
entered the room.
Whats this?!
Rimona Stav
exclaimed, in fright.
Theyre candles,
Ima.
Candles? For what?
For you, Ima. One for you and one
for Abba.
Imas face turned red and then
shockingly pale.
Ronit was afraid. Did I say
something wrong, Ima? Is
everything okay?
But there was no one to answer
her. Ima Stav had run to her room
and locked the door. For the next
half hour, all Ronit could hear was
whimpering and mufed wailing.
Then, not long before the sun set,
she heard her mother on the phone:
Yes, well try to come. No, its not
the rst time; its the second week
that were lighting. And Mommy
please wish Tatty a Gut Shabbos.
Rimona-Ruchele hung up, unlocked
the door, and came out looking sad
and relieved all at once. Come on,
Ronit, come on! She urged her little
girl. We have to hurry if we want to
light the candles for Shabbos.
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heres good reason
why the gaon and
tzaddik Rav Yaakov
Edelstein, shlita,
is called the Kosel
HaMaaravi of Ramat haSharon.
Yidden of all backgrounds and
afliations ock to him and stand
united, basking in the light of his
lofty soul. Chilonim and chareidim,
Ashkenazim and Sephardim,
simple workers alongside illustrious
scholars. Everyone as one,
receiving guidance and advice, and
a powerful infusion of Torah and
yirah. The Ravs inuence crosses
seas and continents, in addition to
his standing as one of the Torah
giants of the generation.
Recently the Rav gave of his
precious time to warmly receive the
rabbanim of Mosdos Kever Rachel.
Among other questions, they
asked Rav Edelstein about Maran
Rav Chaim Kanievskys intriguing
proclamation that the best way to
assure oneself of a yeshua in our
generation is to give tzedakah to
Kever Rachel.
Am Yisrael is in galus, longing
for so many types of yeshuos.
Hidden in the Open:
Revealed Yeshuos at Kever Rachel During an Era of Hester Panim
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Many have had yeshuos, and bezras Hashem, many more will have yeshuos, in the
merit of supporting Mosdos Kever Rachel" Harav Chaim Kanievsky
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We hear about so many tzaros.
Rav Edelstein: We need to believe
and to know that we are Hashems
beloved children. Everything that
happens to us is for our good.
Even during galus,
in a time of hester
panim, Hashem
opens a window
and shows us that
He is One. There is
no other. Whoever
wants to, whoever
loves Hashem, can
see it.
How is it possible
to explain the
fact that so many
people who donate
to Kever Rachel
experience obvious yeshuot?
Rav Edelstein: This is a reality that
the Creator set up in this world. He
wanted it to be this way, and so it
is. It is not something that a human
beings intelligence can understand.
Its beyond comprehension. Ill give
you an example: Why is the penalty
for some forms of theft double that
of other types of theft? The answer
is: This is how Hashem Yisborach
wanted it to be and that is what He
declared in the Torah. We believe
in what Hashem wants. This is the
reality; questions and doubts are
irrelevant. So too, when we see so
many yeshuos at Kever Rachel,
this is reality Hashem wants it this
way. There is a pipeline for yeshuos,
known as Kever
Rachel, and
whoever has
intelligence will
connect himself
to this pipeline.
W h o e v e r
doesnt have
intelligence will
ask questions
and remain with
his doubts, poor
thing. Whoever
doesnt have
emunah his life
is not a life.
But why davka at Kever Rachel?
Rav Edelstein: This is because of
what Yirmiyahu haNavi revealed to
us: That there at the kever, the voice
of Rachel Imeinu is heard from on
high, crying for the tzaros of Klal
Yisrael. This is what Rashi reveals
to us in parshas Vayechi: that the
entire purpose of Yaakov Avinu
burying Rachel in Beis Lechem,
was so that it would be a place of
tellos and yeshuos so that Bnei
Yisrael could evoke yeshuos there.
There were many gedolim and
tzaddikim over the generations
who preferred to daven at Kever
Rachel more than at any of the
other mekomos hakedoshim,
because its a place for tellah that
is recorded in the Torah. I heard
from Maran Rav Elyashiv, ztzl, that
the advantage of Kever Rachel is
that its location is indicated in the
Torah: On the way to Efrat, which
is Beis Lechem. Since the day that
Yaakov Avinu buried Rachel Imeinu
there, we have had an uninterrupted
mesorah, over thousands of years,
as to its precise location.
At this point in the conversation, we
showed Rav Edelstein the rare and
historic letter penned by Maran Rav
Kanievsky, shlita. The Rav removed
his glasses, studied the letter, and
repeated each word aloud:
Many have had yeshuos, and
bezras Hashem, many more
will have yeshuos, in the merit
of supporting Mosdos Kever
Rachel, directed by HaRav
Kluger, as Maran [Elyashiv] ztzl,
wrote and testied.
--- Chaim Kanievsky
There is a pipeline
for yeshuos, known
as Kever Rachel,
and whoever has
intelligence will
connect himself to
this pipeline.
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Harav Kanievsky hands historical letter to Rav Kluger
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Rav Edelstein: As we know, Maran
Rav Kanievsky is very medakdek
with every single word that comes
from his mouth. He will go to great
lengths to save even one word.
Many times Maran even blesses the
people that ask him for brochos with
roshei teivos, such as the letters beis
vuv hey, which stands for brachah
and hatzlachah -- all to save one
word. Every word from Rebbi Chaim
has great weight in Shamayim he
is a giant who is kulo Torah. Yet
here he spells everything out simply
and decisively: Many have had
yeshuos, and bezras Hashem,
many more will have yeshuos, in
the merit of supporting Mosdos
Kever Rachel
This is beyond amazing.
The Torah world is going through
such a difcult time right now.
So many avreichim are in dire
nancial distress and are even
literally hungry for bread. How
can we strengthen our emunah
in these times?
Rav Edelstein: Hashem Yisborach
alone directs the world, and He will
invent a parnassah for everyone
who invests in the business of Torah.
Despite the fact that the person
wont know in advance from where
it will come, Hashem will bring about
nissim and niaos for the learners of
Torah, to strengthen them and give
them life. We experience this. And
He does this not only for those who
are immersed in Torah. Those who
are engaged in making a parnassah
can also see Hashem in every one
of their business transactions; that
is living with emunah, and with the
knowledge that everything is only
Hashem. Then a persons entire life
is one of kirvas Hashem (closeness
to Hashem).
At the end of the conversation,
despite the impossibility of
explaining the miracles, we once
again asked the Rav to give us
some sort of answer as to why
we see so many obvious yeshuot
at Kever Rachel.
Rav Edelstein: There is a deep
secret here that can only be hinted.
Since Rachel Imeinu was buried
before the gezeira of galus came
upon us, it was established by
Yaakov Avinu as a place of tellah
from which the geula will sprout.
This place has a sort of revelation
of geula and the hester panim of
galus does not apply to a place that
has gilui panim. This is also a deep
secret, reected in the words of our
master the Vilna Goan , ztzl, in his
peirush on Tikunei Zohar (Tikun
vuv):
When the holy Shechinah was
exiled, after the Churban of the Beis
haMikdash, Hashem established
that the primary place the
Shechinah would dwell during the
days of galus is at Kever Rachel.
This is a deep concept that cannot
be fully revealed, for a secret of
Hashem must remain hidden. But
whoever longs for a yeshua and
who possesses intelligence, knows
that he has the right address to
turn to, bchasdei Hashem. Kever
Rachel the pipeline of yeshuos
that Hashem established in the
world.
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fer P. was admired by
everyone who knew
him. To the typical
Israeli, he was the
epitome of success.
He was a pleasant fellow,
prosperous, married, and the father
of two children, charismatic and
inuential. But most importantly,
the company he owned was so
wildly successful that people began
calling it Ofers Empire.
The company, whatever it was
actually called, broke sales records
every month and quickly cornered
the market. Eventually its products
began being sold overseas, and
from there it was a hop, skip, and
a jump to the stock market, where
shares of the company were almost
constantly in demand.
A Jealous Ex-Partner
If we were to look back at how the
company rst began, we would
see that Ofer had not launched the
business on his own. Hed had a
partner whom well call Gabi who
had developed the idea for this
entrepreneurial venture together
with him. But after a time, Gabi had
lost faith in the companys ability
to grow, and had decided to leave
the partnership. Ofer had honored
Gabis request, exerted himself,
took on loans, and paid Gabi back
every cent of his investment in the
company.
For reasons known only Above,
that was precisely the moment
when the company took off. It
gave the impression that somehow
the company had been waiting
to be free of Gabis hands before
it skyrocketed to unimaginable
heights.
Its easy to understand Gabis
uncharitable response, although
perhaps it shouldnt be. Lacking
the emunah that no person can
take anything thats intended for
someone else, Gabi was bitter
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over the terrible business mistake
he had made a mistake that had
seemingly allowed Ofer to take for
himself, the fruits of their collective
labor. Gabi burned with jealousy day
and night. He was eating himself up,
especially when he leafed through
the national business journals and
saw Ofers smiling face staring at
him from their pages. Everyone
admired Ofer now and no one
remembered that Ofer had once
had a partner. Gabi didnt know that
his real problem was not Ofer, but a
lack of emunah.
Gabis anger, jealousy, and
frustration continued to mount until it
was hard for him to think of anything
else. His envy of Ofer caused him
to lose his senses and he soon
began plotting his sweet revenge.
One day, precisely as Gabi stared at
Ofers face on the cover of a news
magazine Ofer smiling in front of
the New York Stock Exchange, an
idea began to sprout in Gabis mind:
Ill cook up a case against him, Gabi
decided with wicked delight. The
rest of the plot bubbled on a slow
but steady ame until every detail
had been arranged. Gabi reviewed
the case in his mind hundreds
of times until he was completely
satised. The case was watertight.
It was brilliant! Ofer would fall, big
time, and no one would have any
clue that Gabi had fabricated every
bit of it. Gabi found a way to conceal
everything. Soon the case was
prepared. It was time to go to the
police.
Ofer is Trapped
There was nothing even slightly
suspicious about the call that the
secretary forwarded on that non-
descript summer morning. Nothing
to indicate the approaching storm.
Only when Ofer heard the tough
voice of the police investigator on
the other end of the line, inviting
him down to the police station
at 4:30 pm that afternoon for an
interrogation, did his heart skip
a beat. This was the rst of many
beats that Ofers poor heart would
skip in the months to come.
The battalion of hotshot lawyers
that Ofer hired to defend him, spent
many days putting their expertise
to the test, trying in vain to nd a
hole in the arguments against their
client; the case was so tight that
they couldnt nd any way to crack
it.
The trial began, and as it became
clear which way the wind was
blowing, Ofers lawyers
began dropping the case
so as not to stain
their sterling
r eput at i ons.
Ofer was
going to be
convicted on
the basis of all
the evidence and
arguments against
him. He would be
behind bars for a long
time and they wanted
nothing to do with it.
Seeing that his salvation was
not going to come through any
lawyers, Ofer got behind the wheel
one day and drove to Nahariya, to
consult with the revered scholar
and miracle-worker Rabbi David
Abuchatzeira, shlita. The rabbi
listened patiently to Ofers entire
tale of woe and then, with a heart
full of ahavas Yisrael, told him: This
is a difcult case. Very, very difcult.
Someone is very jealous of you.
You have an enormous ayin hara
on you. Only Ima can help you.
Ima?! Ofer asked, eyebrows
raised.
Yes, Ima, Rabbi Abuchatzeira
predicted. Rachel Imeinu.
To daven at Kever Rachel with all
my heart? Ofer claried.
Yes, but not only that. Find Rav
Rabbi David
Abuchatzeira
listened, with a
heart full of ahavas
Yisrael :This is
a difcult case.
Very, very difcult.
Someone is very
jealous of you.Only
Ima can help you.
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the months to come.
attalion of hotshot lawyers
er hired to defend him, spent
days putting their expertise
test, trying in vain to nd a
the arguments against their
the case was so tight that
ouldnt nd any way to crack
al began, and as it became
which way the wind was
g, Ofers lawyers
dropping the case
not to stain
sterling
at i ons.
was
to be
ed on
sis of all
idence and
ents against
He would be
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Kluger and support the Torah study
he arranges there. Buy from him
the zechut of Torah learned at Imas
kever, and in Imas zechut you will
see yeshuot.
Only a few hours later, Ofers
Mercedes pulled into the parking
lot across from Kever Rachel. From
that day on, the name Ofer ben
Gila was mentioned daily by the
members of the kollel, for the sake
of his yeshuah.
Surprise Party for a Matriarch
A hot breeze was blowing over the
water, gently rufing the elegant
napkins that were artistically
folded next to the stylish porcelain
dishes and sparking atware. The
dim lighting was just sufcient to
highlight the mahogany parquet
oor below and the sparkling Italian
chandeliers above. Waiters dressed
in black scurried from table to table,
making sure each one was set to
perfection.
The dozens of relatives, friends,
and neighbors sat at their tables,
whispering among themselves,
as if they too, had been asked to
t in with the tranquil atmosphere.
Everyone was shaking with tension
and excitement, awaiting the magic
moment, and nally it arrived
Surprise!
Shouts and clapping lled the
room, and colorful reworks painted
the sky outside. The timing was
perfect at this classy restaurant that
overlooked the sea. Soon the guests
all began singing Happy Birthday
to the guest of honor, a completely
bewildered but incredibly touched
elderly woman.
This is the most beautiful birthday
party Ive had in all of my eighty
years! she said in a shaky voice,
after the singing died down.
What a shame that Eitan couldnt
come to his own mothers surprise
party, Ilana thought with more than
a little aggravation. He would have
really enjoyed seeing his mother
so happy. Several times over the
course of the evening, Ilanas
mother-in-law asked for Eitan, and
each time Ilana was forced to justify
her husbands absence; he was
handing down the verdict of a very
difcult case the next day and had
to review all the evidence again
before making his decision.
Ilana was leaning against the stone
railing, watching the sea and half
listening to the party, as a circle
of children, grandchildren and
even great-grandchildren lovingly
surrounded their precious Ima,
Savta, and Savta-rabba.
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Snatches of a noisy conversation
soon caught her ear. She wasn't
accustomed to eavesdropping
yet she couldnt miss hearing
something about her husband
Judge Eitan.
As the sentence fragments began
to piece together in her mind, she
soon realized that the person was
discussing the exact case that her
husband was deciding the next
day. She listened to the next few
sentences and began trembling.
A man was detailing his glorious
success in fabricating watertight
claims against his former business
partner: Ofer.
Ilana wobbled back to her seat.
To what depths of deceit jealousy
can bring a person! she pondered
mournfully.
As soon as she could, she
hurried home to tell her husband
everything she had heard
and understood between the
lines from the conversation
at the party.
Eitan listened and then
shivered. He went back into
his study, turned on the light
at his desk and took out the
le that he had pored over
for hours that night. He sat
down to examine it anew.
Suddenly everything became
clear to him. The entire time
the trial had been dragging on,
something had been bothering
him, but he couldnt put his
nger on what that something
was. Now the statements his
wife quoted to him shed new light
on the case. It became patently
clear how Gabi had pulled off
this stunningly seamless, but
completely unfounded, deceitful
stunt.
The Verdict
Order in the court! the judge
announced as he banged his gavel
on his desk and the courtroom grew
silent.
Gabi was sitting in the rst row of
benches. He had carefully chosen
his designer gray suit to mark the
special occasion: the day of his
enemys downfall. It was hard
for him not to smile. In only a few
moments, the judge would issue his
verdict against Ofer and his entire
company. Ofers non-stop victories
would nally come to a grinding halt.
But Judge Eitan had entirely
different plans
Instead of beginning to read the
verdict, the judge surprised everyone
by demanding a new round of
testimony, and calling the key
witness to take the stand once
again. Gabi didnt understand what
had gone wrong. It was only the rst
of many things he didnt understand
that morning. He didnt understand
the strange questions the judge
hurled at the witness, one after the
other. The witness wasnt prepared
for them and the net drew in closer
and closer, until nally, Gabi himself
was implicated and caught in it.
Ofer was acquitted.
Ofer and his one remaining lawyer
sat, dumbfounded. They had been
bracing themselves for a guilty
verdict; preparing statements for
the bloodthirsty reporters who were
waiting outside the courthouse.
They hadnt dreamt of a turnaround
like this.
Its all in the zechus of Ima! Ofer
told his lawyer again and again
as everyone led out of the
courtroom.
Ofer and the lawyer hurried
after the judge and eventually
cornered him in one of the long
hallways.
What happened? They both
asked at once.
Everything is because of Ima
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and everywhere she might have
ended up.
"Hashem yerachem!, He started to
run.
At that moment, a Red Alert siren
again pierced the air.
Now?! Of all times? Couldnt those
Hamasniks honor even a short
ceasere? Couldnt they allow
anyone a few moments to breathe
fresh air? The Droris lay down
and covered their heads with their
hands, even as their eyes darted in
all directions.
You two stay here, Abba instructed
Chagit and Roi. Im going to keep
searching for Iris.
If youre going, were all going,
Chagit insisted. How could she
just lie there when her precious
daughter was who knew where?
They ran together; their panic over
their missing daughter mixing with
panic over the Red Alert. As they
ran, Uri distinctly heard his wife say:
Thank You, Hashem!
Thanks for what, exactly? Uri
asked his wife, impatiently. For
making our daughter disappear at
the worst possible moment? This
time, youre really taking things too
far.
But Chagit was undeterred: Thank
You, Hashem! We love You, Father!
Theres no one like You!
BOOM!
The explosion was terrifying. The
roar was deafening. They were
stopped in their tracks.
Uri was convinced the missile must
have landed on him.
The missile had fallen. There, right
there in the park. Noise so loud it
could literally puncture a persons
eardrums.
Ima noticed her rst.
A little girl, crouching behind a
parked car. Small hands covering
her head. Ima came close and
listened:
Thank You. Thank You, Father.
Thank You. Thank You, Hashem
My daughter!
Chagit pulled Iris into her arms, and
cried grateful tears right onto Iriss
unruly curls.
Oh, my precious daughter! Chagit
repeated.
And then they whispered together,
again and again:
Thank You, Father. Thank You...
Abba returned to retrieve the
gear they had left behind. He was
stopped by red police tape that was
now cordoning off the area. This
is the site of a missile strike, sir,
a guard informed him. Off limits!
Fireghters were working alongside
security forces to identify all the
shrapnel.
The Droris cooler no longer existed.
It had been burnt to a crisp when
the lawn a few dozen yards away
from it suffered a direct hit. The
missile had struck where they had
been sitting only minutes earlier.
They didnt need the gift of prophecy
to understand what would have
happened to all of them if Iris hadnt
disappeared when she did.
Nu, Chagit proclaimed. Thats
exactly why we need to keep on
saying thank You! Lets thank
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