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Heralding the imminent arrival of Moshiach
Heralding the imminent arrival of Moshiach

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Chana from Shabbos Parshas
Lech Lecha until Shavuos. It was
nearly a full year of learning.
In those days, the Rebbe was
receiving guests for yechidus in
groups; first those who spoke
Yiddish, then those who spoke
French, then Hebrew, then
English, and yechidus for brides
and grooms. The last group was
bar mitzva boys and their parents.
We were four girls who decided to
go for yechidus and we arrived at
the time for English-speakers. It
was very crowded and by the time
we made our way through, we
had missed it. I asked R’ Groner
what to do and he suggested we
join the brides and grooms. We
brought our requests and went
in. We were among the first. We
went close to the Rebbe, and due
to the pushing we were right up
against the desk. We saw how the
Rebbe received all the notes and
put them together, while putting
the notes from us four single girls
separately. Boruch Hashem, that
year we all became engaged!
On Shavuos, I stood on
Eastern Parkway and watched as
the Rebbe gazed after the men
going on Tahalucha. I felt that
the Rebbe was escorting me too
and giving me kochos to carry

I went back to Chicago
for two weeks, packed my
belongings, and left. I flew to
Tzfas and attended Machon Alta.
Exactly one year after I arrived, I
got married.

When I was dating my
husband, we spoke about his
desire to open a Chabad House.
All his acquaintances suggested
places that needed an English
speaker. After we married, we
lived in Kfar Chabad and we
decided that our shlichus, until
we found a suitable place to
settle, would involve the mitzva
of bikur cholim.

Every Shabbos, we walked
from Kfar Chabad to Asaf
HaRofeh Hospital in Tzrifin and
visited the patients and their
families. We cheered them up
and put a smile on their faces. In
one of the departments there was
a man named Mordechai, who
had been in a terrible car crash
as a result of which his legs had
to be amputated. He was always
depressed and we tried to bring
him joy. One day, he happily told
my husband that he would be
returning home to Beit Dagan in
a few days.

My husband decided to

continue visiting him at home
and that is how we came to know
the yishuv of Beit Dagan. The
first time my husband went there,
he brought some bachurim along
with him as well as mashke and
cake to celebrate Mordechai’s
recovery. Mordechai was very
surprised and pleased.
On their way back, my
husband asked the bachurim if
the Tanya had been printed yet
in Beit Dagan. They said no.
Some time later, we went to the
yishuv with a printing press and
we printed the Tanya. The locals
were very impressed by the event

Mivtza shofar in schools

Proudly displaying the Tzivos Hashem banner for Beit Dagan

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to the point that the director of
the youth sports cultural center
asked my husband to arrange a
large gathering for the children
for Sukkos. On Sukkos of that
year, the children of the yishuv
had a wonderful time filled with
lots of Chassidishe content.
On Erev Rosh HaShana, we
wrote a report to the Rebbe about
the work we had done thus far
and we received a letter in which
the Rebbe wrote, “Hatzlacha in
mivtzaim and in all matters.” We
didn’t need more than that.



We continued to live in Kfar
Chabad for 16 years and that
is actually where our Chabad
House began. My children, from
the youngest ages, went around
and got people to sign panim
that were sent to the Rebbe,
they raised funds for the needy,
etc. The chinuch in the house
was always under the motto: We
are shluchim and we must be a
shining example to others.
I always had a higher standard
than others in tznius and kashrus
and the children knew we are not
like the rest. I recall an incident
which illustrates the world the
children grew up in. A neighbor
told me that she heard my oldest
son Mordechai talking with a

Friend: My father bought me

a bike!

Mordechai: My father goes
on mivtzaim every day and puts
t’fillin on lots of people!
Friend: But my father has a

new car!

Mordechai: My father has a
mitzva tank that plays music and
makes lots of people happy.
My children were very
involved in our work and we
made sure that they were our
partners, whether in my rounds
to announce candle lighting on
Fridays or big events for which
they were assigned jobs and
carried them out responsibly.
I was mainly involved in
raising the children at home
while my husband worked at the
yishuv and came home very late
every day.

Every Shabbos my husband
would walk with bachurim from
Kfar Chabad to Beit Dagan to
hold farbrengens. One Shabbos,
we had two girls from Machon
Alta who came to see what a
Chassidishe Shabbos is like. On
Friday, an hour and a half before
Shabbos, my husband came to
drive over the food that I had
cooked for the farbrengen. I
dropped everything else in order
to arrange everything he needed.
When he left, the girls said,
“Wow, you are really a shlucha!”
When the children were
young, my shlichus was mainly
focused on their chinuch at home
and in supporting my husband.
To hear myself being called a
shlucha showed me that this was
possible, even when living in Kfar





Holocaust survivors who came
from all over the country and
large groups of Moroccan and

Yemenite immigrants. The streets
were full of unemployed people,
criminals and drunks. Obviously,
attempting chinuch in such a
place would have had devastating
spiritual results.
Over time, the yishuv began
to change. A large number of
problematic families left and
more stable families moved
in. In 5761/2001, we moved
to Beit Dagan. Interestingly,
the residents didn’t notice any
difference. My husband had
spent so much time at the yishuv
that he seemed like an old-timer
to them.

The children eagerly jumped
in, and today a large part of
the activities is done by them.
The Tzivos Hashem club twice
a week, candle lighting every
Friday with the girls in Scouts
and Kabbalas Shabbos at our
house are all with Moshiach and
Geula messages.
This week, I met one of the
girls who regularly attend the
Tzivos Hashem activities. She
was dressed in a sports uniform
of sleeveless top and shorts and
was walking with her mother.
When she saw me, she was
embarrassed and she immediately
called out, “Don’t look at me. It’s
not my fault that I am dressed
immodestly; it’s just for sports.”
The children here are strongly
influenced and know a lot of
Chassidic concepts. There is
even a decent familiarity with the
sichos of the D’var Malchus and
in finding the “Alef” in “gola.”
Beit Dagan is ready!


Even when I was alone
with little children, I constantly
reminded myself that I chose
shlichus and that I wanted this,
and therefore, I had to deal with
it. I knew that difficulties pass

Two years ago, a woman won the raffe, and

without giving it even a moment’s thought, she

gave the dollar to her friend standing next to her who

had been married for eight years without children.

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