Monday, December 8

A Jew is always a Jew, no matter how much you denigrate him - he will not kill for the sake of killing!

Thank you, Laurence for sharing this article with me:

My Holocaust Revenge

I made a vow: If I survived Buchenwald, I would return and kill the mayor’s wife.

This story reminds me of another story that I heard from my mother's uncle.  His sister was my grandmother and as such we used our Yeshivah years to reconnect with him.  The visits to his flat in Bet HaKerem - a suburb of Jerusalem - were opportunities to learn more about the holocaust, of which he was an integral part.  He went through six years of hell and suffered a cardiac arrest when at the witness stand during the famous trials in Nuremberg.  The things he didn't tell us were reflected in his colourless, lifeless eyes, thirty five years after he leapt to freedom during the death march.  They were being chased down a highway and at one of the turnings he - with a fellow inmate - used the opportunity to jump into the foliage, when their guards were either too far at the front of the column or beyond the bend at the back of the column to notice their dash to the woods.  Walking towards what they perceived as one of the central European countries (Yugoslavia or the Czech Republic), they stumbled upon a burly German farmer, who - upon seeing walking skeletons for the first time in his life - took them in for the winter.  He really saved their lives, but prickled their newly found sense of freedom when they had to hold down an oversized and fat-rich pig to be killed for the festive season of X-mas.  He was sitting on the back of the animal whilst his friend sat near the throat, listening with mixed emotions to the frantic noises coming out of the panicking animals mouth.  For a change, the wailing didn't come from human beings, to which they were so accustomed from their recent incarnation in the many slave, death and torture camps they passed through - and stayed alive!  The last time Mylech - my uncle's Yiddish name - felt like the pig was in Auschwitz, when he was a member of the six hundred-strong Sunder Kommando.  This was the squad whose grisly task it was to usher the victims into the 'shower rooms', remove their dead bodies half an hour later and carry out the most inhumane work relating to the above mentioned tasks, which are too vile to put in words.  On the day this incident happened, my uncle noticed a group of super pious men, which are known as 'Chasidim' in the throng of people being shuffled into the un-dressing room.   He knew what they - like the other 12,000 people that will die today - have no inkling of what awaits them and so he wanted these holy men to have a chance to perform the 'Mitzvah' of dying ''Al Kidush HaShem' with the proper preparatory rituals.  he went over to one of the elder men and murmured something into his ear, after which the 'Chossid' informed his cohorts the bitter-sweet truth: we now need to say 'Viduy' and then recite the 'Brochoh' for this lofty occasion: 'LeKadesh Shemo BoRabim'!  The ensuing wailing and tumult that broke out pulled along the hundreds of would be victims in the hall and as a result the 'job' of pushing them into the gas chambers became nearly impossible, so much so that the German overseers had to come in and restore order.  We'll leave out the details of how this was achieved.  When all was over and the human cargo was locked up in their last station, the overseer started to investigate how and who caused this unplanned disruption to the well oiled death machine and in the end it was a fellow inmate who pointed out my uncle to the commander.  In a fit if rage, the two legged animal ordered my uncle outside and in full view of the others had him lie down on the floor.  With his pistol drawn, he commanded my uncle to roll on the floor and then told him to get up.   Easy in'nit? Not so fast... My uncle knew that he's finished - one single shot and he will be dragged into the same ovens where he had to pull his own wife and two children to, after they were gassed to death in front of his eyes!  However, the German soldier had a more enjoyable pastime in his mind: let the Jewish dog live a little longer - and suffer even more.  You see, the are between the gas chambers and the crematoria was was were the ashes of the dead people were lying around, mixed with burnt wood and coal.  By ordering my uncle to roll on the rain-soaked floor, the ashes stuck to his clothes and face and when he stood up he was caked with black looking like a nigger.  My uncle tried to shake off the abhorrent 'paint' off his clothes and washed his face clean as much as he could, so that he shouldn't be shot for going around with dirty clothing.  When he told me the story, the matter of fact voice was that of a hardened survivor - he had jumped twice from a speeding train, when he was sent to Majdanek. However his voice changed drastically the moment he remembered the traitor, the man who betrayed him to the German commander who nearly killed him on the spot.  He told me: "this Jew now lives in the States and is afraid that I will come after him, as I vowed to kill him at the first opportunity.  What does he think, that I'm  like the Germans?!  Still whenever there is an event commemorating Auschwitz or any other Holocaust event, he makes sure not to bump into me".  This was nearly forty years after the event and the guy was still feeling sorry for the evil that he brought his fellow inmate.  The holocaust is not a thing of the past - like the free world wants us to believe - it lives in the conscience of untold victims to this day: Why did I survive, how could I have taken someone else's piece of bread or how could I have eaten my piece of bread, whilst watching my neighbour starve to death?  For this, no one could request the Jewish people forgive the German Volk!!!

Friday, November 21

מהשם מצעדי גבר כוננו ודרכו יחפץ HASHGOCHOH PROTIS

A Hashgochoh Protis story that emerged after the Har Nof massacre:
One of the Mispallelim in the Shul where the attack happened needs someone to drive him to Shul every morning, as he’s very old.  On the morning of the horrible events, he called a Taxi but was told that they will only have one in half an hour.  He tried another taxi company but the same answer was given.  He decided to try and flag a taxi off the road and so took his Zimmerframe and hobbled down to the street.  By the time he reached the road he realised that by now the Minyan would be up to Yishtabach and so there was no point going there as he won’t catch the Amidah anyway.  Only after he heard the noise from the emergency vehicles and some news started flooding in, did he realise why no taxi company had a car available for him. 

Tuesday, November 18

תורה חסה על ממונם של ישראל!

Can you please pass on the following to your mailing list, perhaps with a request to forward it on:

Please! When traveling to Italy on business or for a holiday - beware!  There dozens of gangs roaming around the exhibition halls, hotels and stations who 'organise' any of the following 'accidents' and offer you their curteous help - only for you to fall in their trap when afterwards you realise that you've been robbed clean!!!

This has happened as follows:
Example 1: You drive along after purchasing your new stock of jewellery when suddenly a neighbouring car indicates that your tyre is nearly flat.  WHen you stop the car they converge on it from anydie and when they have finished replacing your tyre you  realise that all your possesions have vanished.

Example 2: You sit in the train  minding your own business.  Suddnly a commotion ensues, as a few rogues start to harass an old lady, trying to tear awa her handbag or all her luggage comes tumbling down from the overhead racks.  When you get up to offer help, they seem to be frightened away and you return to your seat.  Lo and behold, your luggage has disappeared.

Example 3: You stand at a bus stop waiting and a professionally looking couple, town map in hand approach you looking a bit distressed.  They start asking you for directions, ignoring your explanations - both verbal and in sign language - until they 'give up'.  When you turn around looking at your attache case, it's gone!

Questions with questionable answers...

Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up every two hours?

If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?

Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are flat?

Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough?

Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?

Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?

Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?

Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"?

What is the speed of darkness?

Are there specially reserved parking spaces for "normal" people at the Special Olympics?

If the temperature is zero outside today and it's going to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold will it be?

If it's true that we are here to help others, what are the others doing here?

Do married people live longer than single ones or does it only seem longer?

Do you cry under water?

How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?

Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?

Did you ever stop and wonder......
Why do toasters always have a setting so high that could burn the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?
Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?
Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!
Can blind people see their dreams? Do they dream??
If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, then what is baby oil made from?
If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons? - (not Zuma, that's for sure)
Why do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?

Stop singing and read on . . . . . . . . . .
Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?

Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?

Does pushing the elevator button more than once make it arrive faster?

Do you ever wonder why you gave me your e-mail address in the first place?

Friday, November 14

Hashgochoh Protis V

“The tenth man”

Bournemouth, חשון תשע"ה

They were nine Yidden and the time to start  שחרית arrived. It didn't look like there will be a מנין any time soon as it was Thursday, when most of the Shabbos visitors were still out of town.

But I am getting ahead of myself; let's start from last year:

London, אלול תשע"ד
The new year was fast approaching so we decided to wish old Aunty Malka and even older Uncle Meir a לשנה טובה in person.  When we arrived they were very happy to see us but her health was failing and his nerves frazzled from caring for his wife. We realised that they need a holiday - urgently. The earliest possible Shabbos we could arrange a flat in Bournemouth would be פרשת לך לך, well after ראש השנהhowever we surmised that the mere fact that they were going for a break will help them tidy them over until then.
We confirmed the booking with the landlord and made the necessary Shabbos arrangements.

But I am getting ahead of myself - again; let's start from the beginning:
Meir and Malka were privileged to live in Eretz Yisroel and to top it off the Rebbe lived in the same apartment block. With time they became like close family, with Meir milling with the Gaboim and Malka becoming part of the extended family. When they decided to leave the holy land they kept up the קשר for some time but soon this was also a distant memory.

On the morning that this story happened – a good twenty years later - Meir was looking for a  מניןand when he was told at the Normandie hotel that there isn't one on the premises, but he should be able to find one down the road, a walk of about five minutes. He followed the instructions and soon noticed an open door.

Whilst he was approaching the house where the Rebbe - by now a son of his old neighbour - the Gaboim started to despair as the clock stroke eight and this meant they will be late.  Suddenly they saw a man in his seventies with a Tallisbag tucked under his arm walking in and nonchalantly enquiring about a מנין.  Short of jumping through the roof they welcomed him with such joy peppering him with an array of questions in fast-fire fashion: "Meir! How on earth did you drop in here?!", “how did you find us?!” and the like.

They were nine Yidden and one more - the time to start שחרית is now.

The Master Planner arranged it so that old Meir and Malka should come to town Punkt when they were needed

Thursday, October 23

ShabbatUK Parshas Noach

ShabbasUK Parshas Noach

In memory of Rabbi Noach Weinberg OB"M,
Founding father of the Aish Torah Renaissance Movement

Just one Shabbos and we'll all be free

Here I am, sitting with you and I wonder...
You are a sister, a brother – my kin
My ancestors are yours
It's the same family that we're in

And you, sitting opposite me wonder...
We are worlds apart  - there's a vast separation
So close at heart
Yet, we still make for an odd combination

This Shabbos we sit inches away and contemplate
Our thoughts merging, orbiting, soaring ... swelling
My life and yours fuse as one
Your story becomes mine for telling

It's a story to behold – long and magical
Of a People with a past so tear-filled and victorious
A story of G-D's love and compassion to His children
Throughout a history so glorious

It is a story in which G-D gave us a precious gift,
The Shabbos – to rejuvenate, to inspire, to uplift
A time to wipe the tears, soldier on and freshen up
Be renewed with vigour, reach out for the top

It's a tale where G-D gives us his word, a decree:
Guard the Shabbos and the Shabbos will guard thee

But Shabbos became a minor role in the lives of many
As farther away the generations from Sinai went
With it went our connection with our Creator – a spiritual descent

But now is our chance
Now is the time to convey
JUST ONE SHABBOS is all we need to be set free,
Let's do it all together – we all have one destiny
And as we celebrate with Jews all over the land,
Gut Shabbos
M. Scharf, Beis Yaakov North London

The author, a young Yiddishe child contemplates the separation between fellow Yidden – how we all come from Sinai but some have lost our heritage – and wills those unfortunate enough not to have experienced a Shabbos to stand together and partake of the holy day this week and always henceforth.

Tuesday, October 7


Get Ready for ShabbatUK on 24/25 October

ShabbatUK is just around the corner, (or just the other side of Sukkos, to be precise).

Two question you need to answer:

1) If you haven’t started planning how you will be part of this gigantic step forward for Yiddishkeit (Lit. Judaism), what are you waiting for?  Enrol into one of the many learning sessions that are springing up in your area - geared to coincide with this communal event.  For more information contact your Start Your Day the Torah Way in your area (if you can't find the details, contact me by eMail or on my mobile number as shown below).

2) Give 'em a taster: invite your as-yet-non-Frum neighbours, work colleagues or distant family members into your Sukkah on Chol HaMo'ed (the in-between days between the first and the final days of the Yomtef). The benefits of doing so is twofold:
a) They will not travel on Shabbos or Yom Tov and
b) You will be able to give them a non-restricted experience of how it feels to be with Frummers, without too many strings attached...

3) One of the many ways to begin the ShabbatUK experience is to book a place at the Great Challah Bake on Thursday 23 October.

4) If any of the above doesn't seem to work for you, just add something to your own Shabbos experience, be it either during Davening (prayers), Leyning (Reading of the Bible) the Se'udos (meals) like a Devar Torah (learning) or Zemiros (songs) or enliven someone else's Shabbos by paying a short visit.

For more information click here.

Wishing you a very good Sukkos

Menasche Scharf

Hashgochoh Protis IV

Freshly happened Hashgocho Protis

I usually buy my weekly bus pass to reach my workplace.  As I would be travelling only half of this week (until Erev Sukkot) I decided to travel by bus rather than by Tube, which would save me around fifteen pounds.
To reach my destination I need to take a couple of buses and as I was waiting for the second bus – a forlorn spot in Tottenham where Jewish drivers hardly ever come through – I toyed with the idea of how foolish it is for me to expect a lift to work.  For a Heimishe driver to drive by he would need to make a whole detour and it didn’t make any sense why one would come this way.
Finally I saw the bus in the distance and as it came nearer there was an outline of this familiar silver-grey Previa chugging along in front of the bus.  I didn’t give it much thought but as it drove past me the car suddenly slowed down and the driver beckoned me to jump in.  This was my first free ride all the way to the office this year 5775, hopefully one of many more to come…
As I was making myself comfortable I saw the driver fumbling with his mobile ‘phone (“don’t do that whilst driving!” I was thinking to myself), which he used to answer an urgent call from a frantic client.  It turns out that he went to an office where he was meant to meet the client early in the morning, however the man wasn’t there and after waiting for the better part of an hour he proceeded to his next stop.
The route to his next stop took him past this obscure spot where I was standing.  He readily agreed that the ultimate reason for him being there was to be Zoiche to give a lift a to a fellow Jew, which he did with Simcha – מי כעמך ישרא-ל!
I waited less than ten minutes for a ride – he waited half an hour to give me one…

Monday, September 29

Trouble for London

Tube strike 08/07/2015
Bus drivers should be considerate of the Tube passengers, who are forced to endyre the slow pace of the bus network during a Tube strike.
Last week, one driver bumped off all passengers as the lower floor was packed with passengers whilst the upper floor was half-empty.
A simple gesture like informing passengers crammed below that there is a comfortable seat waiting for them upstairs, would have solved the problem.
Instead, about seventy passengers stood on the pavement waiting for the next bus to pick them up, only to discover that it's already full.

Siyum on Seder Mo'ed

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Date: 18 September 2014 09:57
Subject: Siyum on Seder Mo'ed
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For immediate release:
London,  17/09/2014
By Menasche Scharf
Siyum on Seder Mo'ed
Daf Yomi participants are eagerly looking forward to completing Seder Mo'ed, which is nearly a third of the Daf Yomi cycle.
To commemorate this milestone, a grandiose celebration is being planned for the many participants in the Greater London area.
The dedicated team of Askonim at Agudas Israel of Great Britain is working tirelessly to ensure the success of this event and with the lineup of speakers it looks like they are well placed to raise Kevod HaTorah in general and a renewed appreciation of this august study programme in particular. 
Menasche Scharf

Thursday, September 11

Trouble for London

11/09/2014 9:16 Finsbury Park shows a delayed 9:14 train due to arrive.  I don't rush as whatever the case I will be late. When I reach the platform I skip all the steps up to catch the train that I hear pulling into the station. I ignore the ticketing barriers and opt for the open gate, risking the raised eyebrows from staff and travellers alike. I find a seat in the full train at the far end of the carriage, puffing and panting from the short sprint up the flight of stairs. The lady sitting diagonally opposite me eyes me with obvious concern and from the corner of my eye I am already visualising her grabbing her mobile phone to be on the ready if there is a need for an ambulance. . .
Finally I can breathe normally and I start noticing that the train hasn't departed the station yet. There is an announcement over the PA system to the effect that the delay was caused as they are looking for a driver bla bla...
The saving of five minutes that I was hoping to get by taking the Welwyn Garden City train to New Southgate has just been shaved...

Tuesday, September 9


As told by my friend:

I have been travelling to and from work in the West End of London for the past fifty years.  Most of my trips are by tube and on this occasion - at the time this story took place - was no different. 

I am a regular traveller and on that day, halfway through my return trip from work, the train stopped in Euston Underground station.  The usual two minute stop turned into four minutes and before long, an announcement was heard over the public system to the effect that due to a fault on the rails, this train will be staying put for at least an hour - if not longer.

It was a Friday afternoon, around Purim time, when the days are not too short but also not too long either, and I therefore decided to travel home by bus, so to arrive home with plenty time for my Shabbos preparations.

As I was traversing the main concourse in Euston British Rail Station, my eyes caught a small group of perhaps three Bochurim who were gesticulating to the cashier at the ticket office.  When I stopped to ascertain if they are in trouble, they noticed me and - visibly elated - approached me.  What they were telling me made me cringe and smile at the same time, for they had been trying to convince the clerk to accept Charity Vouchers in lieu of payment for their fare to Manchester.

They insisted that they have no money on them except these vouchers and begged me to exchange them for "real" money.  I complied with their request and one of the boys - they must have been aged between 15 to 16 years old - went over to the ticket office to finalise their purchase.

It was already afternoon and I tried to explain to them that they better hurry up as in order to reach their destination they would need to depart pretty soon. They agreed and started walking towards the platforms, when I stopped them in their tracks and asked them to explain to me how on earth did they expect to arrive in Manchester without money and at such a late hour?!  They answered "HaKadoh Baruch Hu Ozer"....

Now, it is the first time that a train should be held up for such a long time - at least as far as I can remember - and on a Friday afternoon to boot.  Had I chosen to take a different exit then I would never have come across this motley group of adventurers...  It looks like they were experiencing a Hashgocho Protis event in which I was chosen to be their troubleshooter!

Monday, August 4

Watch your spell checker...

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From the horse's mouth...

כוחה של שמע ישראל

Menasche Scharf
07974 160 252
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Date: 3 Aug 2014 20:26
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סיפור מדהים!! כח צהל שניכנס לאחד המסגדים בעזה החל בחיפושים אחרי אמל"ח. כשלפתע יצאה מאחד החדרים מחבלת שביקשה לפוצץ עצמה על החיילים. אחד מאנשי הכח שהבחין בכוונתה,  צעק  באינסטינקט את שני המילים "שמע ישראל"!! כשאז החל הנס-המחבלת התחילה לרעוד. החיילים הצליחו ברגע זה להשתלט עליה ולנטרל את המטען שנשאה והעבירו אותה לחקירת השב"כ. ואז התברר שאם המחבלת היא יהודיה שנישאה לערבי בארץ ולאחר החתונה הוא הבריח אותה לעזה ושם היא חייה בהשפלות והתעללות. כח של שיריון יצא להביא את שני ילדיה הקטנים לארץ. ה'מחבלת' אף מסרה פרטים שאסור לפרסם אך סייעו לצה"ל בחשיפת מנהרה ודירת מפקדה של ראשי חמאס. המחבלת ושני ילדיה כרגע במיתקן של השבכ. ולאחר המבצע היא תועבר לארגון 'יד לאחים' לשיקום חייה. מדהים!! מה כוחה של זעקת "שמע ישראל" שבוקעת מכל ליבו של חייל יהודי!!! מדהים!! "הנה לא ינום ולא יישן..."
 יום נעים!

Thursday, July 31

It’s Okay. Don’t Cry for Us Israelis

By Naomi Ragen 

It’s Okay. Don’t Cry for Us Israelis

By Naomi Ragen

I’m sitting here in Jerusalem after a week of heartbreak over three murdered
Teens, followed by  two weeks of sirens, bomb blasts, and finally, the funerals
Of young IDF soldiers, of whom one-third are students who should be taking their
Final exams, instead of risking their lives.  I’m  reading on the Internet
About what a horrible person I am as an Israeli and as a Jew, and what a
Terrible, immoral country I live in.

All this criticism comes mainly from the European press: The Guardian, the BBC,
Papers in Italy, Norway, France, and don’t forget America: The New York Times,
CNN.  And I’m thinking: Gee, the British should understand.  After all, they
Lived through the blitz, Nazis raining bombs indiscriminately down on them, the
Way Hamas is raining bombs down on us.  And when the brave pilots of the RAF
Aimed their bombs at Dresden killing 300,000 men, women and children, they
didn’t throw down leaflets telling people to politely evacuate; didn’t send
Their soldiers to knock on doors to see if they’d followed the leaflets
Instructions ( as CNN complained Israel failed to do at an UNRWA school, which
Was probably hit by a Hamas bomb anyway.)

And I think of the rest of Europe, who rounded up our  grandparents and
Great-grandparents, and relatives –men, women and children—and sent them off to
Be gassed, no questions asked.  And I think:  They are now the moral arbiters of
The free world?  They are telling the descendants of the people they murdered
How to behave when other anti-Semites want to kill them?

As for Americans, represented by the New York Times, that bastion of high-minded
Hypocrisy and mediocre journalism parading as the “newspaper of record,” one has
Only to read the article by Professor Auerbach in the New York Observer (Two
Weeks of Shallow, Facile Moral Equivalency From the New York Times) to see how
Jodi Rudoren and other Times apparatchiks have learned to close their minds and
Love Hamas.  After all, there are CHILDREN DYING.  It doesn’t matter that the
Palestinians have educated an entire generation to be little Nazi-wannabes, who
Worship death and hate Jews, murdering their  souls, and are now callously
Putting their bodies in harm’s way to use for touching photo ops.  We shouldn’t
Be shocked by this omission by the Times. After all,  The New York Times was one
Of the last news outlets to bring to the attention of the reading public the
Nazi atrocities in Europe.  Read the Times during the nightmare years, and see
If you can’t find a pattern here.

And so, as an Israeli, brought up with Jewish values, and an American, taught to
Love freedom, justice, democracy and fair play, I have to tell all of you-
Europeans, Americans, and last of all Muslim terrorist sympathizers and
Barbarians,  that what you are saying no longer moves anyone of good moral
Judgment and intelligence. The current crisis in Gaza is so morally clear-cut,
So absolutely a case of self-defense, that I must say to you, as someone finally
Said to Senator McCarthy: “Sir, have you no shame?”

I prefer that you - writers of these lies and libels-- hate me and my country,
If it means that you can save your tears for other peoples dead. We aren’t
Greedy for sympathy.  After all, we got so much after the Holocaust, we prefer
Other people to have their share now. These days, we prefer to live, rather than
Have people cry over us and the injustices done to us.

So by all means, cry for the Palestinian people - men women and children- whose
Duly elected leadership has callously left them without protection from just
Retribution for their terrorist crimes. Who took their aid money and are living
In Qatar in five star hotels building shopping centers for themselves. Who built
Terrorist tunnels under their homes, mosques, hospitals and schools, and
Recruited their sons to die for Allah, while they sit in bunkers waiting for the
U.N. To rescue them.

Don’t cry for us, or our families, or our children, or grandchildren.  Not  this
Time. Not ever.  Not  if we can help it. Because this time, thank God,  we have
A country.  We are armed.  This time, with God's help,  we know how to protect
Ourselves from Nazis and their high-minded media cheerleaders.

I would like to end this with an expletive and a hand gesture towards the
People I’m addressing.  Please choose one you think would be fitting.  I can
Think of many.

Naomi Ragen (born July 10, 1949) is an American-Israeli Orthodox Jewish author, playwright and women’s rights activist. Ragen lives in Jerusalem and writes in English.

Tuesday, July 29

עיתון ספרדי - השמדנו 6 מיליון חכמים וקיבלנו במקומם 20 מיליון מוסלמים טיפשים

חבריי היקרים !
 על רקע הקריקטורות (על הנביא מוחמד) והזעם המוסלמי המשתולל באירופה התפרסם בעיתוי זה מאמר באנגלית בעיתון אירופאי על יד עיתונאי ספרדי ולהלן תרגום המאמר הנדיר הזה:   
כל החיים האירופיים מתו באושוויץ
חשוב מאד :  האירופים מתחילים להבין - אבל קצת מאוחר !!!!
סבסטיאן וילאר רודריגז 
הלכתי ברחוב בברצלונה ולפתע גיליתי אמת מחרידה - אירופה מתה באושוויץ.
הרגנו ששה מליון יהודים והחלפנו אותם בעשרים מיליון מוסלמים. באושוויץ שרפנו תרבות, מחשבה, יצירתיות, כשרון. הרסנו את העם הנבחר, באמת נבחר, כי הם הולידו אנשים גדולים ונפלאים, אשר שינו את העולם.
תרומתם של אנשים אלה מורגשת בכל תחומי החיים: מדע, אומנות, מסחר בינלאומי ומעל לכל - מצפונו של העולם. אלה האנשים ששרפנו.
ותחת העמדת פנים של סובלנות, ומכיוון שרצינו להוכיח לעצמנו שנרפאנו ממחלת הגזענות, פתחנו שערינו ל20 מליון מוסלמים, אשר הביאו עלינו טיפשות ובורות, קיצוניות דתית ואי-סובלנות, פשע ועוני הנובעים מאי רצון לעבוד ולקיים את משפחותיהם בכבוד.
הם הפכו את הערים הספרדיות היפהפיות שלנו לעולם השלישי, טובעות בזוהמה ופשע.
הם מסתגרים בדירות שקיבלו בחינם מהממשלה ובהן הם מתכננים את הרצח וההרס של מארחיהם התמימים.
וכך - לרוע מזלנו, החלפנו תרבות בשנאה פנאטית, כישרונות יצירתיים בכישורי הרס, אינטליגנציה בפיגור ודעות קדומות. המרנו את רדיפת השלום של יהדות אירופה ותכונתם לתקוות לעתיד טוב יותר לילדיהם, היצמדותם הנחושה בחיים כי החיים קדושים,
באלה אשר תרים אחר המוות, באנשים אשר נכלים בתשוקת המוות לעצמם ולאחרים, לילדינו ולילדיהם.
איזו טעות נוראה נעשתה על ידי אירופה האומללה.
- אנא שלחו מאמר זה למירב האנשים שאתם יכולים, בצירוף הבקשה להעביר זאת הלאה. על האמת להיאמר!

Gas, Gaza and Gazoline I

The secret is out: the Civilised World aka United Nations proclaims to all and sundry that the bully in the playing field is the eternal cause of all bad things that happened since the start of civilisation, when the Creator came down from above and handed Moses tow tablets.
With these two tablets, another item - albeit intangible - came along, as the Gemorro tells us: "Why oh why is the mountain Choreb nicknamed Sinai? Because thereon an everlasting hatred (lit. "Sinah" in Hebrew) descend, pitting all nations against the chosen nation.

However, we Jews are in no small part to blame for fuelling the hatred.  By sitting back and folding our arms saying "we are in the right and nobody in the world will be ordering us around" is not going to explain to the man on the street what we suffered up until this day, what we are going through now and most importantly, what the Arabs had in store for us on our upcoming Day of Judgement (Rosh HaShana 5775).
As a small example, take the fact that the only ones using the Hebrew word for Gaza "עזה" as a meta tag - are the Arabs.  See for yourself: go to Google, click on News and then click on Search Tools, followed by the setting "Past Hour" in the second Search Tool option and "Sorted by date" in the third.  All you will see is the Palestinian authored websites, in the English language.

Boy boy, is this a boycott?
This is the TxT message that was making the rounds in London this week (W4 of July 2014), which has now been adjusted to cater for the refutations by the companies mentioned in (brackets):
"Do not buy in Fress'n'Fruity,Waitrose, (Sainsbury's and Tesco)! Waitrose (and Tesco) took all their Kosher products off their shelves to boycott Israel. (Sainsbury's send some of their profits to Gaza!) So the least we could do now is NOT to buy in these shops! Please forward to as many people as you can. Don't support our enemies!"

Here are some links to help with Hasbarah:

The good:

From EdgwareK


General Publicity: News from soldiers in Israel

Anonymous Poster 24/July/14 05:43 PM
From Muquata 
12:15pm From a Solider at the Front.
Original in Hebrew....translated into English with a few comments from me. Having been down there a few times, I can personally vouch for the accuracy of this letter. On a personal note, before going down South last night for a pizza delivery to IDF soldiers, my daughter gave me a stack of letters and pictures from children in our community to distribute to the delivery. After giving the soldiers 60 pies, I said, "Wait, I have to give you the letters from the kids..." A soldier stopped everything and said -- "THOSE are the most important...much more than the pizza...and hugged a pile of letters that I gave him."

Am Yisroel Chai! 

A soldier on the border writes:
What's happening here in the staging area [area where soldiers prepare to enter Gaza] is beyond comprehension, not rationally, not emotionally and beggars the imagination. 

Almost every hour a car shows up overflowing with food, snacks, cold drinks, socks, underwear, undershirts, hygiene supplies, wipes, cigarettes, backgammon and more. They're coming from the North and the Centre, from manufacturers, from companies and private businesses, from prisons, Charedim and Settlers, from Tel Aviv and even Savion. 

Every intersection on the way down here we get stopped, not by the police, but by residents giving out food. What is amazing is that the entire situation wasn't organized and everyone is coming on their own without coordination between the folks coming. 

They're writing letters and blessings, how they're thinking of us all the time. There are those who spent hours making sandwiches, so they're as perfect and comforting as possible. 

Of course representatives of Chabad are here to help soldiers put on Tefillin and distributing Cha'Ta'Ts (Chumash, Tehillim, Tanya) for every troop transport and Breslov are showing up to the border and dancing with the soldiers with great joy. 

The Charedim are coming from their yeshivas to ask the names of the soldiers with their mothers' names so that the whole yeshiva can pray for them. It should be mentioned that all of this is done under the threat of the terrorist tunnels and rockets in the area. 
Soroka Hospital (in Be'er Sheva) today looks like a 5 star hotel. A wounded friend who was recently discharged told us how the MasterChef truck is parked outside and is preparing food for the wounded. 

It goes without saying the amount of prayer services that are going on. On the religious front as well, there are lectures and Torah classes, all the food is obviously Kosher. Shacharis, Mincha, and Ma'ariv with Sifrei Torah. They're giving out tzitzit and Tehillim by the hundreds. It's become the new fashion! The Rabbi of Maglan [Special Forces unit] told me that almost the entire unit has started wearing them, because the Army Rabbinate has been giving out tzitzit that wick away sweat. They're gaining both a Mitzvah and a high quality undershirt. We've started calling them "Shachpatzitzit" (a portmanteau of the Hebrew term for body armour and tzitzit). We're having deep conversations late into the night without arguments, without fights and we find ourselves agreeing on most stuff. 

We're making lots of jokes at Hamas's expense and without politics. There's lots more to add but my battery is running low and the staff has been requesting someone give a class on Likutei MoharaN (Breslov). 

How happy is the nation that is like this!

The bad:

The funny:

The ugly:

Israel needs to destroy Hamas’ ability to terrorize This is from Korea, a country in the far east
WASHINGTON ― Though Israel should never carelessly ignore U.S. pressure, it nevertheless must resist current U.S. efforts to impose a cease-fire on the Israel-Hamas conflict while Israel remains besieged by rockets and tunnels.
To be sure, the United States has provided Israel with vital military, economic and diplomatic support since its founding after World War II and, without bedrock U.S. support, Israel could become dangerously isolated.
This time, however, Jerusalem must accept the growing friction in U.S.-Israeli relations of recent weeks, ignore Washington’s pressure to cease military operations and finish the job for three basic reasons.
First, Israel knows best how to protect itself from the dangers emanating from a terrorist entity on its border that no other nation would tolerate ― nor, frankly, be pressured by Washington to tolerate.
Hamas, which calls for murdering Jews and destroying Israel, has launched thousands of rockets across the Jewish state not just in recent weeks but for years, and its surprisingly sophisticated network of tunnels that Israel was fortunate to discover as part of Operation Protective Edge was designed to enable its operatives to cross the border to kill or capture scores, if not hundreds, of Israelis.
In fact, Israel learned from captured Hamas fighters during its current operation that Hamas planned a massive terror operation during the Jewish High Holidays in late September, with hundreds of fighters crossing into Israel at night and quickly positioning themselves to kill or capture as many Israeli civilians as possible.
No country can live under constant attack from the air or the threat of infiltration from numerous openings in the ground, and it is Israel, not the United States, that suffers directly when Hamas hits its targets.
Second, Hamas ― not Israel ― can bring peace immediately by halting its attacks, dismantling its rockets and filling its tunnels. As Israeli Ambassador Ron Prosor put it aptly, “When it is quiet in Israel, it will be quiet in Gaza.”
After all, Hamas is the aggressor, Israeli the responder. Hamas seeks to kill as many innocent Israelis as possible and, by hiding in schools, mosques and hospitals, force Israel to kill as many innocent Gazans as possible.
Even while battling a genocidal group under such circumstances, Israel seeks to limit death and destruction by warning Gazans of coming attacks, treating Gazans who are caught in the crossfire at Israeli hospitals and restoring power to Gaza after Hamas hits power lines.
Thus, in its efforts to end the current Israeli-Hamas conflict and promote long-term Israeli-Palestinian peace, the United States would be well-advised to shift its public pressure from Israel to Hamas.
Third, Jerusalem has legitimate concerns about whether Washington understands the essence of this conflict, the nature of its combatants, and the best way forward for Israel in its turbulent neighborhood.
Although the United States is Israel’s most important ally, only Jerusalem can decide how to protect its people from relentless terrorist attack in a global environment that unfairly targets the Jewish state and excuses its enemies.
By Lawrence J. Haas, A former communications director for Vice President Al Gore, Lawrence J. Haas is a senior fellow at the American Foreign Policy Council. ― Ed. (McClatchy-Tribune News Service) (MCT Information Services)
ע”פ פסק הרבנות הצבאית כשמוצאים מחבל יוצא ממנהרה צריך לברך המוציא לוחם מן הארץ

ר' חיים נשאל: הרי החזון איש הבטיח שבבני ברק לא יפלו פצצות? ענה: הרסיסים לא היו בגודל של שיעור חזון איש.

הכריזו הפסקת אש, באנגלית Cease Fire אלא שהפקיד באו"ם מוצאו מליטא, אז אמר שיס פייער.

Thursday, July 24

Disaster averted by alert lorry driver

Wednesday 8:34AM, Clapton Common
Two blnt haired girls, aged 9 & 10 casually crossed the northern part of the pelican crossing. They pressed the button on the traffic light to change the red man for a green one. Apparently they were in a rush because they didn't wait for the light to change. The oncoming morning rush hour traffic came to an abrupt halt, miraculously stopping without causing any collision between the truck hauling building materials and the vehicles behind it.
The lorry driver was as shocked as the onlookers on the street, as the two youngsters chatted amicably whilst walking on the road like sitting ducks.
One bystander reprimanded them to be more careful but they shrugged him off as if he were a mere nuisance, disturbing their conversation with his nonsensical, unsolicited advice.
This article is not aimed at finding whom to blame for this near-tragedy, only to highlight a possible gap in the curriculae of our otherwise excellent schools and Chadorim.
Schools are reminded to ensure that their student body is well trained in the subjects that will help them in their future life.  They should allow some space in their busy schedules to teach their pupls how to survive until they can use the skills they are taught. Part of this is how to cross the roads safely and with the traffic drivers in mind.

Wednesday 8:34AM 09/03/2011, Clapton Common

Two girls, aged 9 & 10 casually crossed the northern part of the pelican crossing near the Clapton Common pond.  They pressed the button on the traffic light to replace the "Red man" for a "Green man".  Apparently they were in a rush because they didn't wait for the light to change.

The oncoming morning rush hour traffic came to an abrupt halt, stopping miraculously without causing any collision between the loaded truck in the lead, hauling building materials and the vehicles behind it.

The lorry driver was as shocked as the onlookers on the pavement, whilst the two youngsters were walking on the road like sitting ducks, chatted amicably.

One bystander reprimanded them to be more careful but they shrugged him off as if he were a mere nuisance, disturbing their conversation with his nonsensical, unsolicited advice.
This article is not aimed at finding whom to blame for this near-tragedy, only to highlight a possible gap in the curricula of our otherwise excellent schools and Chadorim.
Schools aim to ensure that their student body is well trained in the subjects that will help them in their future life.  Educators should allow some space in their busy schedules to teach their pupils survival skills so they can implement the lessons that they were taught. Part of the effort should be to engrave into the conscience of their charges, how to cross the roads safely and with traffic in mind.

To the parents of these girls - and for the same matter, to all parents - please teach your children the rudimentary of safely walking the streets.  You will ensure their safety, the time of the many volunteers in Hazolo and the anguish of passersby, like the undersigned

Published in the Jewish Tribune that week, thanks to the Editor Dan levy

Monday, July 21

Askanim, Miskenim or Mesukanim

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From: menasche scharf <>
Date: 16 July 2014 00:43
Subject: Askanim, Miskenim or Mesukanim
To: Letters to Editor <>

Dear Editor
Askanim, Miskenim or Mesukanim
I have been following the on-page debate about activism in the community. I had decided to offer my two-pence worth, however as the weeks flew by it looked to me as if I'd be wasting my time - given the long time since your excellent documentary first appeared.
The Inbox letter of this week's Mishpacha (#516) gave me the impetus to act: it's not too late...
The above introduction would describe the 'middle of the road Askan', who says to himself "my input is too little, it's too late anyway etc.".
To them I say: Please D.U.Y.: Don't Underestimate Yourself!
Together as a group it is possible to achieve - a joint effort is worth all the input. Especially with today's e-collaboration tools (i.e. CrowdSourcing, ProjectSharing) and a young generation of leaders - YOU included - it allows us to network and so build communal services as never before.
Senior askonim would not look down at us (another 'reason' to delay our involvement): we will make the older generation proud, with the knowledge that their lifelong dedication will continue to bear the fruit they so much gave for.
If you don't have a clue where to start,  do contact me via Mishpacha.
A middle of the road Askan
Menasche Scharf,
South Tottenham, UK


This past sunday the gregorian calendar was 101010101010:
10/10/2010 (American AND other formats) 10:10:10hrs

Thursday, July 17

Traffic hazards

Letter to the
Tribune 2010

Menasche Scharf

07974 160 252

Wednesday, July 16

Wednesday, July 9


My son was born premature and confined to an incubator for the first month of his life.  With the day of the Pidyon HaBen fast approaching, I was at a loss as to how to do it the proper way.  I mean you can do the Pidyon HaBen anywhere but it would have been nice to hold it at home, in a familiar setting (at least for the father…).
After consulting with a number of people it was agreed that I will need to call upon the good services of Rabbi Kernkraut, who – in the course of his work on behalf of people needing medical assistance – knows whom to contact for just this purpose.  Problem was (and still is), it’s hard to get in touch with him as he’s constantly on the move and this happened twenty five years ago when there were hardly any mobiles around.
This was occupying my thoughts when I went to visit a family friend from Eretz Yisroel, who was hospitalised in the Wellington Hospital in St John's Wood, who fell ill whilst visiting in London.
As I entered the suite, I saw a new face sitting at the patient’s bedside.  Upon asking for his name, I was given the much sought after identity of the person I was looking for!  Not only did he spare me the return trip by underground, he graciously offered to help me have the use of a consultation hall in the Homerton hospital, where we held the Pidyon HaBen with friends and family around as if it would have been at home!
Had I come five minutes later…
Had he left five minutes earlier…