Dear friend:
This story shaken my soul. Break all the formalities and conventions.
I want to share with you all, although many already know, but not everything is shared, although not easily understandable, even if it hurts a lot in the soul, is worth reading !.
''I'm proud to be Jewish because it is very difficult to be so. I think that being Jewish means to be a fighter, ever swim against the tide of corruption and wickedness of men''
Guido Maisuls
Kiryat Bialik, Israel, IL
Kiryat Bialik, Israel, IL
If not me who?, if not now when?
if only for me What's the point? (Hillel)
if only for me What's the point? (Hillel)
IOSL Rakover speaks to God ...
| | Warsaw, April 28, 1943 I IOSL Rakover of Tarnopol, a hassid Gur, a descendant of honorable and holy ancestors of the illustrious families Rakover and Maisels, I write these lines while the Warsaw ghetto is on fire. The house where I'm writing is one of the last that has not been touched by fire. Gone are a lot of hours since the terrible fire of artillery was directed against us, and many walls around me crumble like matchboxes. Do not be long before the house in which I become the same as other houses in the ghetto: to bury their advocates and residents. notice that this dark. The red sun's rays penetrate through the hole in the window through which we were shooting the enemy. The sun does not know how happy I will not see him again. When my wife, my six children and I hid in the forest, the night was only the cache and offered us shelter. Daylight meant facing our mortal enemies. always will remember the terrible day when a rain of German bombs fell on the head of the refugees in Warsaw and Grodno. With the dawn came the planes and planted the murder and death. During that attack murderer lost my wife and the baby of seven months he held in his arms. The same day two of my children disappeared and three others perished in the ghetto. I have forty years of age, and when I look back at past years, I can say with certainty, both as a man can afford to be confident, leading a right life. I can not say after all that I endured, my relationship with God s not changed, however, I can say that my faith has not wavered not one whit. In the past, in good times, my attitude was a Di-s debt and deep gratitude for His goodness. Now I feel that he owes me something. So I think I have the right to demand something from him However, I will not say like Job, "please let me know why you punish me." People bigger and better than I know that the question now is not a punishment for sins Rather, it is something very special. Di-s have hidden His face, so to speak, the world, so human beings are delivered into the hands of inhuman creatures. I think, to my great regret, that whenever evil rules the world, it is quite natural and inevitable that those who represent the pure and the Divine must be the first victims. This is not very comforting. However, the fate of our nation never determined by natural causes but depends on the natural, spiritual and Divine. why people of faith should see these events as part of the great wisdom of the Almighty. Compared to this, the importance of the human tragedies is rather insignificant. This does not mean that religious Jews should accept the verdict and said that everything for which the punishment is right. This would be a desecration of Di-s, and a desecration of themselves. Naturally, in such circumstances I do not expect miracles and I ask God to have mercy s me. not try to run away from here. Rather helps another flame throwing gasoline on my clothes me. Now, when I have the opportunity to see the world with a clear vision, an opportunity rarely given to man before he died, I can see a fundamental difference between our God-s and theirs. Di-s to say the least, is a Di-s revenge, our Torah perceives the death penalty almost insignificant things. However, when the great Sanhedrin, our supreme judicial court condemned a man to be executed as often as once every seventy years was called murderers cut. In comparison, their god has called to love their enemies, and yet so our blood was shed for almost 200 years on behalf I only have three bottles of gasoline and I are so precious as wine for the drunk. After emptying one on myself, I will bring these lines I write it now. hide it somewhere deep in the window and if anyone ever finds it and reads it, probably understand the feelings of a Jew, one of the millions who perished abandoned by the Di-s on whom so much thought. With the two remaining bottles slay the wicked Germans. I am proud to be Jewish, not the world grieved because of your conduct with us, but because of this. I have been ashamed to belong to those people who grew up as the evil creatures that plague us now. I am proud of being Jewish because it is very difficult to be so. I think that being Jewish means to be a fighter, swimming forever against the tide of corruption and wickedness of men. Jew, is a tormented hero, a martyr. You say, perhaps, that the question now is not reward and punishment, but rather as it were, hiding in your presence, which explains that human beings are given the power of men of evil. But Di-s, make you a question that consumes me, what more has to happen to the children of Israel to show up before us Tu Te again? I feel that I have to talk openly. Now, more than any time in our history of endless suffering, humiliation and degradation. Do we, us, now we are trampled as worms, buried and burned, degraded, humiliated and destroyed by the millions, the right to know how long can you be so patient? Another thing I would say, and forgive me for it: Do not throw too much of the strings might break. The proof that you've put us so hard, so hard and bitter, I ask you to forgive those of us who have turned against you. Sorry to those you have left because of his misfortune, also forgive those who have left you because of your success. went-and still are, engaged in a relentless battle against the world. That is why the cowards among us run away. Please do not punish, the cowards they are not punished, one feels pity for cowards. Again I ask, please forgive. Their suffering is so terrible that they have lost their faith that You're his father. I tell you this because I believe in you more than ever. I know now that you are my Di-s. You can not possibly be their God-s because their horrific acts are the expression of a vicious absence of divinity. But if you do not you show me as my Di-s, then what of who you are Di-s? Of the murderers? If those who hate me are so dark and evil, then I must be constantly carries some of your light and goodness. Death can not wait any longer. I have to finish writing. The shots are increasingly drowned. Our heroic defenders last fall one by one. Warsaw, the beautiful, big city full of fear Di-s, the Warsaw Jewish dying. The sun is setting and I thank Di-s that will see him again. For the small opening in the window I can see that the sky is red as a pillar of blood. In no time I am with my wife and children and millions of my people who have perished in the world which is all good, which no doubt, in which Di-s reigns supreme. I die in peace but not happy, beaten but not in despair. Die believing in God-s. I followed him when he departed from them. I turned the Mitzvot although I was punished. Love him though he leads me to the lowest level, which we have become fun and laughter among nations. My Rebbe used to tell a story of a Jew who escaped with his wife and children of the English Inquisition. In a small boat finally came to a rocky island. The sea was rough and the weather was horrible. Lightning flashed and killed his wife. A terrible wave threw her child into the sea. Solo, naked, barefoot, scared and terrified, came to the island. With his last ounce of strength he turned his eyes to heaven and said: "Lord of the universe can escape here to serve without hindrance, to fulfill Your commandments and sanctify Your name. But you do everything to get me to leave my religion. If you think you will win stray from the straight path, I declare before you, my Di Di-s and-s from my parents, that this will never happen. can become depressed, you can take the best of me. You can punish me to death. I always will trust in you . I will remain a Jew, and nothing in the world I will change " These are also my last words. Nothing will change. You've done everything that I deny thee, that I do not trust you. But die as I lived, with a fierce faith in you. Shema Israel Elokeinu Hashem Hashem Echad! Hear O Israel, Gd is our Lord s, Di-s is one! Rakover Joseph z "l |
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