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    UNITED THROUGH SHEMA

    Shema Yisroel…
    This week’s parsha, Va’eschanan, contains
    the opening paragraph of Shema, a prayer
    that has been on our lips throughout the
    ages.
    “V’shenantam l’vanecha, And you shall
    teach them to your children…” (Devarim
    6:7) I have childhood memories of my
    parents tucking me in and saying Shema
    with me. When I become a mommy, it was
    my turn to cradle the little ones, and say the
    words of Shema with them.
    Shema. Words to live by. We first find the

    Shema said by Yaakov Avinu. After twenty-
    two years of separation, Yaakov and his

    beloved son, Yosef, finally reconnect. The
    Chumash tells us that Yosef fell upon his
    father’s shoulder, crying. Yet, there is no
    mention of Yaakov falling upon Yosef’s
    shoulder. Rashi explains that Yaakov’s first
    reaction was to say the Shema. Though
    Yaakov was overcome by happiness, his
    first thoughts were to express gratitude and
    thanksgiving to HaShem.

    In the Torah, we find that the final letter of
    the word Shema, ayin, and the final letter in
    the word Echad, dalet, are written in a larger
    print. These letters, ayin and dalet, spell the
    Hebrew word ayd, meaning witness. Every
    time we recite the Shema, we are testifying
    to the presence of HaShem in every facet of
    our life, that there is a G-d who runs the
    world, and we are all in His hands.
    In more contemporary times, there are
    stories of Shema in both instrances of
    happiness and tragedy. The Shema was
    recited by so many kedsoshim as they faced
    imminent death during the Holocaust. My
    own zeide, HaRav Yisroel Jungreis, died al
    Kiddush HaShem in Auschwitz. He was
    saying Shema as he lovingly held a
    grandchild in his arms while being led to
    the gas chambers.
    The Kaliver Rebbe relates a story that took
    place in the Breslau concentration camp.
    He noticed a little boy talking to himself as
    he wandered around between the barracks.
    Concerned for the child, the Rebbe
    approached him and asked for his name.
    The little boy began to cry. “I’m Yitzchok
    Winnig from Warsaw. My entire family was

    killed. I’m all alone. My mother’s
    last words to me were to say the
    Shema whenever I’m frightened.”
    For the little boy, the Shema was
    his security blanket in the midst of
    the most horrific conditions.
    During the war, many children
    were turned over to convents by
    well-meaning but desperate parents,
    in the hope of saving their lives. In
    1945, Rabbi Eliezer Silver, a US
    Army chaplain, along with others,
    undertook the difficult task of
    locating and rescuing these children. At one
    convent which Rabbi Silver had been
    informed housed many such children, he
    approached the priest in charge, who denied
    the presence of any Jewish children.
    Additionally, he told Rabbi Silver that he
    didn’t present any documents to prove
    otherwise.
    The Rabbi asked if he could please return in
    the evening when the children go to sleep.
    The priest obliged. Rabbi Silver returned
    and walked through the rooms where the
    children were readying themselves for bed.
    As he loudly called out the words of Shema
    Yisroel, dozens of children came running
    to him with tears in their eyes. The Shema
    ignited a memory of a mama who stood by
    their bedside saying Shema.
    The words of Shema are not just for
    children, but gives hope and strength to
    all. There is the story of the Klausenberger
    Rebbe who tragically lost his wife and
    children in the Holocaust. He was asked
    how he survives, and not just survive but
    is a pillar of faith to so many. The Rebbe
    responded that it was all from his mother.
    He will never forget the love his mother
    had shown as she said Shema with him
    every night
    Next week, on 19 Av, will be the ninth
    yahrtzeit of my beloved mother, Rebbetzin
    Esther bas HaRav Avraham HaLevi.
    During the last months of her life, she
    initiated a Shema Yisroel campaign. From
    the depths of her heart, my mother wanted
    to do something to bring Am Yisroel
    together. A mitzva everyone can do, no
    matter the age or background. To get every
    Jew to say Shema Yisroel, thereby uniting
    us and paving the road for Moshiach.
    Since October 7, there have been so many
    Shema Yisroel stories. Stories of emuna,
    bitachon and nissim, all relating to the
    saying of Shema. Roi Asaraf and his wife
    Yonah were at the Nova festival. As soon
    as the rockets began flying, they made the
    decision to get in their car and escape the
    scene. After only a few minutes of being
    on the road, they realized they were in

    trouble. They were surrounded by gun-
    toting terrorists.

    Roi quickly put one hand on his wife’s
    head, pushing it down, protecting her from
    possible bullets. The other hand was on the
    steering wheel, while his foot was pressing
    down on the gas pedal. All the while, Roi
    was calling out, Shema Yisroel. The bullets
    whizzed by, but Roi and Yonah remained
    unscathed.
    When the terrorists attacked, Eliya Cohen
    ran to a shelter. But, for Hamas, that wasn’t
    an obstacle, and Eliya was taken hostage.
    Shema Yisroel became his prayer in
    captivity. After being released, he returned
    to the shelter to say Shema. This time, it
    was a Shema of thanksgiving and gratitude.
    Elie Sharabi endured much suffering. After
    491 days as a captive, he emerged as a
    skeleton of a man. While he was being held
    in the dark tunnels of Hamas, Elie began
    reciting the Shema daily. Tragically, upon
    being released, he learned that his wife and
    two daughters were brutally murdered by
    Hamas. But the words of Shema remained
    with him.

    Benny Chasson and his wife spent twenty-
    two hours in a safe room. They heard the

    sound of terrorists and gunfire outside.
    They were afraid to open up even after the
    IDF arrived to rescue them. “Finish the
    sentence,” Benny called out. “Shema
    Yisroel…” The soldiers answered “…
    HaShem Elokeinu, HaShem Echad.”
    And then there are instances of joy and
    happiness that precipitate one’s saying
    Shema. Many years ago, I remember being
    at an engagement party. The chosson stood
    up, proclaiming the words of Shema as he
    gave public thanks to HaShem for bringing
    him to the happiest day of his life.
    This Shabbos is Shabbos Nachanu, a
    Shabbos of consolation, a Shabbos of
    healing. The haftora opens with the words,
    “Nachamu, nachamu ami, Be comforted, be
    comforted, My people”. After all that Klal
    Yisroel has endured, may the merit of the
    millions upon millions of the Shema being