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Timely Stories - Y.Tilles — Tzav 5782

Выпуск: Timely Stories - Y.Tilles — Tzav 5782. Темы: не определены автоматически. From childhood, Purim always meant Megillah readings, noise from noisemakers, loud music, lively dancing, people dressed up in different costumes, lots of good food, exchange of Mishloach Manot (food-and-drink gift packages), and a little “l’chaim” to top things off. The food was the same type of bland food we had eaten the day before, and the only exchanges were wishes of “Purim Samayach” (‘Happy Purim’), with the sad and sarcastic response being “Yes, this is really samayach (Happy), isn’t it?” If we said l’chaim – to life – it wasn’t over a drink; it was a sincere hope that we will come out of this alive. Last but certainly not least, one of them brought out several bags of hamentashen pastries, various other sweets, and, of course, a bottle and shot glasses for a true “l’chaim.” Just like that, out of nowhere, in the middle of a war zone, this little IDF fortress suddenly came alive with the spirit of Purim. Here we were – religious soldiers, secular soldiers, regular soldiers, officers, mechanics and cooks – together with these four Chabad angels, who brought us the purest sense of joy and the most sincere expressions of solidarity, support and unity I have ever experienced. But there is one thing I am sure of: on Purim Day, 1985, for my friends and I in an IDF fortress in Southern Lebanon, there were no “hidden miracles.” G-d’s name was in the air, and the miracle of Purim was out in the open – in the most unlikely of places – for all to see and hear. Due to the rise in suicide car bombs in Southern Lebanon, the IDF declared a rule that any vehicle that had only a driver and no passengers would immediately be suspected as a suicide bomber, and the IDF would open fire towards it. Take a look.” I looked through the binoculars, and the convoy of jeeps and armored personnel carriers, still quite a distance away, was indeed accompanying a white van, but I could not make out the writing on the van. Superimposed on the bleak picture I described above, I could see somebody reading the Megillah from a parchment scroll, with people following in small paperback Magillahs (I have mine to this day). Another had a bag filled with small copies of Megillahs, Purim cards from kids, and blessing notes from the Lubavitcher Rebbe, of righteous memory. “I see some IDF vehicles approaching us,

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Timely Stories - Y.Tilles

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16 марта 2022 г.

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