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Moriah bas Chana is no longer receiving cancer treatments, let us hope that the
child will be cancer free in the future.
I received the following from a friend regarding her sister with cancer –
please pray for: Tzvia Simcha bas Devorah Yached
Quote of the week from R’ Benyamin Jadidi: AHMAGHINEJAD (Ahmadinejad) In Persian, AHMAGH means stupid. This is the right name for the leader of Iran.
I was asked either by a woman named Kim on Facebook or somebody else about the Canonization of the Nach. After all we have books like the Wisdom of Ben Sira, Macabee one and two, and others mentioned in the Talmud that were well known to all Jews in the times of the second Beis HaMikdash and yet these were not Canonized. Even the books of Daniel, Yechezkiel and two books by Shlomo HaMelech were almost thrown out.
Parsha Tazria – Metzora
This week we start our double Parsha with a woman giving birth. S.R. Hirsh Zatzal writes in a way that we read the woman giving birth as germination of our species as the over all way of Nature (even in Gan Eden, Adam was told to be fruitful and multiply). The Parsha starts out with a difference in blood coming from a mother giving birth between a male and a female. For a male the bleeding is impure for seven days and she goes to the Mikvah and afterwards the blood is ritually pure blood until the 40th day and then she brings her Korban on the 41st day. While for a female the period is double. The only reason I could see behind the apparent lack of logic is that during biblical times and in primitive societies today a girl is considered a lesser species and the longer confinement would make the husband want his wife back even through she “only produced a girl”. I have to go no further than my brother’s adopted daughter from China to show that girls are less desirable in certain cultures. Four years ago I wrote the following (since those days I have added a few thousand more readers so it is worth repeating).
One Halacha not really mentioned in the States but very important. : The "five grains" are wheat, barley, spelt, oats and rye. Grain that was planted and started taking root before the first day Chol HaMoed Pessach may be eaten immediately - and is called "Yoshon" (old). Grain that took root thereafter is "Chodosh" (new) and may not be eaten until after the 2nd day Chol HaMoed Pessach of the coming year. In Israel, Chol HaMoed Pessach starts on 16th Nissan, in the Diaspora on the 17th Nissan. The Torah prohibition of eating Chodosh applies to grain grown on Jewish land, according to all opinions. There is a minority opinion that Chodosh does not apply to grain grown in the Diaspora on non-Jewish land; the custom is to rely on this opinion in emergency.
Source: Kitzur Shulchan Aruch 172:1-3
During the Omer period the great sage Rabbi Akiva (who lived during and after the destruction of the second Temple) lost almost all of his thousands of Torah students; reducing Torah Scholars to a handful. As a result, 33 days of the Omer are customarily observed as days of mourning, during which weddings and haircuts are forbidden. One may get engaged during the Omer and even celebrate with a meal, but dancing and music is not allowed. The Sandek, Mohel and father of the newborn may take haircuts the day before the Brit. Source: Kitzur Shulchan Aruch 120:6 – 9
On Shabbat we will take out 2 Sifrei Torah; the first for the double-Parsha
"Tazria-Metzora" and the second for Rosh Chodesh.
In the second Sefer Torah we will read Maftir from Pinchas (Bamidbar 28:9-15)
- וביום בשבת - one of the rare occasions when we read about the Shabbat sacrifice
The Haftorah is the one for "Shabbat-Rosh Chodesh" - הַשָּׁמַיִם כִּסְאִי -
from Yeshayahu Ch. 66. Source: Kitzur Shulchan Aruch 79:7
Chodesh Tov and Shabbat Shalom - Danny
Don’t You Worry
Thanks to Gene Alberts
Alexander Mookdon (Alexander the Great) once found a huge stream with
an enjoyable and pleasant smell emanating from it. He thought to himself it
seems like this stream is coming from the Garden of Eden. So he announced
“Open the gates (of Gan Eden)” they answered him “this gate is specified for
those who fear G-d and only the righteous ones can enter”.
Alexander answered them “I am an important king, and I came till here, pleas
e at least give me a gift from you”. They gave him something round. When he
came home he weighed the object, but as much gold and silver coins he placed
on the scale the object did not move.
He decided to ask someone wiser than him; he went to the sages for an
explanation. They told him this object is an eye from a person who was
never satisfied. Whatever he saw he desired there was no end to it.
“Prove it to me”.
“Put some dirt on its eyes and you’ll see” the sages said. Alexander did so and
quickly the scale tipped to the side. This is a person as long as he is alive he is
never satisfied with how much he has. Only after he dies it stops when they put
dirt on his eyes.
Put some dirt on the eyes of AHMAGHINEJAD (Ahmadinejad) In Persian,
AHMAGH means stupid. This is the right name for the leader of Iran.
Please use this name only for the leader of Iran. And don’t you worry,
lots of dirt is going to cover his body very soon, when G-d defeats him, Amen.
A Holocaust Story an embarrassment to FDR and the Allies
Thanks to R’ A.L.
The Holiest Generation by Isaac Steven Herschkop Special To The Jewish Week
from Chaim B.
l could not have been more than 4 or 5 when I asked her. It seemed to me,
at the time, to be an innocent, straightforward question: “Mommy, when
do I get my number?” I was, of course, upset when she burst into tears and ran
out of the kitchen, but I was also confused. This was Washington Heights in the
1950s. It was an enclave of survivors. Every adult I knew had a number.
Even my teenage sister had one in blue ink tattooed on her forearm.
They were as ubiquitous on the benches of Riverside Drive as they were on the
footpaths of Fort Tryon Park. If you saw an adult with some sort of hat on his
head, he invariably also had a number on his arm. In the summer, when the
community traveled en masse to Catskill bungalow colonies,
or to Rockaway beaches, the numbers came too.
I presumed it was a ceremonious part of becoming bar mitzvah, or perhaps
graduation from Breuer’s or Soloveichik, our local yeshivas. No one appeared
to be embarrassed by their number. ARG!
I never saw anyone try to cover it up when they went swimming. It seemed to be a
matter of fact part of life. When, as children, we would ask our parents why there was a “Mother’s Day” and a “Father’s Day,” but no “Children’s Day,” the automatic response was “Every day is ‘Children’s Day’!” In Washington Heights, in the ’50s, every day was Yom HaShoah. Ironically enough, at the same time, no day was Yom HaShoah. The commemoration, as it exists today, was not around then. Breuer’s and Soloveichik consisted almost exclusively of children of survivors, yet neither school had any assembly, or recognition of any type, of the Shoah. The very word Shoah didn’t exist. The word Holocaust did, but it was never invoked. When on rare occasion our parents would make reference to the events that led them to leave Europe to come to America, they would label it “the War.” They spoke nostalgically of life “before the War”; they never spoke of what happened during “the War.” They spoke reverently of their parents and siblings who were “lost in the War”; they never spoke of their spouses or children who perished. After all, they had new spouse s and new children who didn’t need to be reminded that they were replacements.
I was already bar mitzvah when I first realized that my parents had been previously
married and had prior children. Years later I was shocked to discover that my
sister with whom I was raised was not my father’s daughter. When I finally came
to understand that not every adult was a survivor, and people would ask me what
survivors were really like, I never knew what to answer. There was Mr. Silverberg,
our seatmate in shul, as jovial as Santa Claus, who always had a good word for
everyone. On the other hand, there was Mr. Grauer, our neighbor whose face was
indelibly etched in a frown and was always threatening to hit his wife or his
children. In retrospect, as a psychiatrist, I could understand both, but who truly
defined what it meant to be a survivor? Did anyone, or anything?
I learned the answer from Rabbi Moshe Feinstein. This Gadol HaDor, the
greatest sage of his generation, was so renowned he was referred to
simply as “Rav Moshe.” The closest I came to this legend was at Yeshiva
University High School, where my rebbe was his son-in-law, Rabbi Moshe Tendler.
Rabbi Tendler, and every other rabbi, would speak of Rav Moshe in awe-stricken
tones usually reserved for biblical forefathers.
One summer I was spending a week with my aunt and uncle in upstate Ellenville.
Uncle David and Aunt Saba, survivors themselves, as the doctor and nurse in
charge of the concentration camp infirmary, had managed to save the lives of
innumerable inmates, including my mother and sister. After “the War” they had
set up a medical practice in this small Catskill village, where, I discovered, to my
amazement, they had one celebrity patient — Rav Moshe.
My aunt mentioned casually that Rav Moshe had an appointment the next day.
Would I like to meet him? Would I? It was like asking me, would I like to meet God.
I couldn’t sleep that night. I agonized over what I should wear. Should I approach
him? What should I say? Should I mention that his son-in-law was my rebbe?
Should I speak to him in English, or my rudimentary Yiddish? I was seated in the
waiting room, in the best clothing I had with me, an hour before his appointment.
It seemed like an eternity, but eventually he arrived, accompanied by an assistant
at each side. He didn’t notice me. I was frozen. I had intended to rise deferentially
when he entered, but I didn’t. I had prepared a few sentences that I had repeatedly
memorized, but I sensed that my heart was beating too quickly for me to speak
My aunt had heard the chime when he entered and came out of the office to
greet him: “Rabbi Feinstein, did you meet my nephew Ikey? Can you believe a
[unobservant] like me has a yeshiva bochur [student] in the family?” Rav Moshe
finally looked at me. I was mortified. My aunt was addressing him irreverently.
She was joking with him. She had called me Ikey, not Yitzchok, or even Isaac.
Then it got even worse. She walked over to him. Surely she knew not to shake
his hand. She didn’t. She kissed him affectionately on the cheek as she did
many of her favorite patients. She then told him my uncle would see him in a
minute and returned to the office.
Rav Moshe and his attendants turned and looked at me, I thought accusingly.
I wanted to die. In a panic, I walked over to him and started to apologize
profusely: “Rabbi Feinstein, I apologize. My aunt, she isn't frum [religious].
She doesn’t understand...” He immediately placed his fingers on my lips to
stop me from talking. He then softly spoke two sentences in Yiddish that I
will remember to my dying day: “She has numbers on her arms. She is holier
than me.” Rav Moshe had understood what I had not. Our holiest generation
was defined by the numbers on their arms.
Dr. Isaac Steven Herschkopf is an attending psychiatrist at the NYU Medical
Center and the author of “Hello Darkness, My Old Friend: Embracing Anger to
Heal Your Life.” This excerpt is from a forthcoming memoir.
Technological Innovator Felix Zandman and the Shoah (Charity saves from death) by R. Pauli
Young F elix grew up in the city of Grodna in Lithuania. His grandparents were well off people with a summer cottage and their own house with a Polish maid. Poland and Lithuania were together at that time. They owned a factory. One day the Polish maid towards the end of her pregnancy came to grandma Zandman that her husband was drunk and had gotten violent with her. Grandma gave the maid their country house to live in. This act of Chessed did not go unrewarded as in 1943 it saved Felix from certain death at the hands of the Nazis. In 1944 he was saved from death another 8 times. Somehow he found refuge in Vichay while his family perished there. He was never to forget that.
From Aharon HaCohen: Tattoos From Auschwitz Horror Reunite Lost Inmates http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,517103,00.html
Chaim Yitzchak Cohen posted this on facebook: Kabbalist Rav Dahan ("the mekubal who foresaw the tsunami") says in his latest shiur: You should know Yacov Avinu chai v'kayam (alive & well), Moshiach Tzidkaynu chay v'kayam. I'll reveal this secret--there is very little left, for Moshiach to receive the complete soul of Moshiach. He has received almost 95% of the Neshama--only 5% remains. When that descends to him, he will be complete & he the n will be revealed So as not to confuse people who heard from Chabad, the Rav Kadouri of saintly memory – this means that the Moshiach is here but still lacking 5% כח
Koach = strength or power to complete the will of HASHEM and the redemption.
A non-Jewish woman sent me this about Bible Codes. As you know a lot of the things with Bible codes should be taken with a grain of salt. But this particular post about Yishmael coincides with what the Malbim wrote on Daniel and the neither the author nor Kim would have read the Malbim on Daniel so quickly.
PETA in the USA or Europe always anti-semitic. http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?cid=1239710726742&pagename=JPost%2FJPArticle%2FShowFull and a related story: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,517233,00.html
Enora made a comment:
"it's not dark humor I'm laughing at. It's nonsense. You can say A LOT
like France. Having lived there for 20 yrs there's a lot I'd say myself about
their blatant Antisemitism. I mean really, I'm living in a Muslim country now
and feel LESS Antisemitism (and that says a ton about France doesn’t it?).
That said, for once France is the loudest country protesting against this
European bill. (Huge meat producers, not because they care for Jews or Muslims)
Never the less, there is no point in outrage this time since the
BILL DOESN'T APPLY TO RELIGIOUS RITUAL SLAUGHTERING! It's on the
European Union’s agriculture site (the bill that is) and anyone can read it and
see for themselves. Crazy that an Israeli newspaper would lack such journalistic
professionalism before writing such an article."
From Marcie: My best friend is a Sabra living here in the US.
Both parents still with us -(B'H") who survived Auschwitz. I adore them, their immense chessed… Her father was taken, a boy around age 12ish on Glasnost Krystal Nacht ("Night of Broken Glass). He has told us everything in great detail. He always says: 'No matter what your eyes see or your ears hear, know ... that it is the British who are our (all Jews) constant and greatest enemies in this world.' I have to just go with that. He has numbers ion his arm, and he's still got a twinkle in his eyes. We are yammering on about what we cannot know about. We can try to imagine, but we cannot know. We must look to our elders and teachers- and to our Precious Holy Toras Emes/Torat Emet and into our own Yiddishe Neshamos (well, not ours- Hashem's)! and create opportunities to be kind, decent loving and respectful of fellow Jews- maybe especially those who do not yet know that they do not yet know.
Friday and Shabbos are Rosh Chodesh Iyar followed in Israel by Soldiers Memorial Day and Yom HaAtzmaut (Israel Independence Day).
Marcie wrote me this with the hope of the near appearance of Moshiach: "No fear!
Hashem is with us, but- are we with Hashem? Calling all JEWS. WAKE UP!
WAKE UP. Our alarm is going off very loudly. If you hear it and know Jews
who do not, Knock 'em "No fear! Hashem is with us, but- are we with Hashem?
Calling all JEWS. WAKE UP! WAKE UP. Our alarm is going off very loudly. If you
hear it and know Jews who do not, Knock 'em in the 'keppe'(Kepelah' Yiddish
for HEAD) wake them 'em up! I am sounding a teeny alarm, one among so few.
Get those Shofarot ready, JEWISH MEN, YOU WILL NEED TO BLOW them
LOUDLY. Our still, small voices are being overrun. Over 80% of us have
run away from Toras Emes. HELP! We promised Hashem at Har Sinai...
They just murdered 6 million of us about a minute ago. 500,000 in WWI. In
WHEN WILL WE STOP JUST IDENTIFYING WITH JEWISH JOKES
AND BECOME A HOLY NATION? The more of us that do this, make this
effort to learn ALL of TORAH... Somehow, I think The Mighty Israeli Army
will nip that in the bud, like they did 19+ years ago when the
OTHER Hussein (Sadam) had one pointed at Israel.
One strike by the IAF (by the Hand of HaKadosh Baruch Hu: -POOF- no more nuke.
HaShem is calling us. Do you hear?"
From Rishona an article which is partially reflective since I know a sweet
Korean woman married to a Yemenite Jew her age and we believe that every
“pot has its lid” aka marriage partner. This does not mean that it is easy: