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“I didn’t come for a miracle. I came to be close to Hashem. And that is the biggest yeshuah of all.” This sentiment, shared by one of the regulars of the neitz minyan at the Kosel, encapsulates the desire that drives dozens of woman to make their way to the ancient wall in the stillness of the night
Rebbetzin Nechama Horowitz a”h survived Auschwitz and went on become the rebbetzin ofStrasbourg,France, before making aliyah to Eretz Yisrael. Whether she was preparing a Yom Tov meal for many guests or davening to her Creator, she never cut corners. On Rosh Chodesh Elul, she passed on, leaving behind hundreds of mourners — and a rich legacy.
Molten glass, glowing yellow, is blown and swung, heated and cooled. Quarried stone is split, cut, carved and etched. Soft clay is shaped and molded, spun and fired. It is Yom Kippur. We are raw. To influence or be influenced? To shape or be shaped? Six stories.