The Wonders of Harav Yitzchack Kadouri

101 for an early appointment. Rav Yisrael, the Rav’s grandson answered, and I stressed the urgency of the situation. He told me to come (which itself was quite unu- sual, as the Rav would not normally accept visitors so early in the day.) When I got to the Rav’s house, Rav Yisrael invited me into the kitchen and offered cake and tea, until the Rav would be ready to receive me. I was told that the Rav was involved in spiritual matters, and so I was detained, for much longer than I expected. When I saw the time, I realized that I wasn’t going to make the bus to Bnei Brak and back in time for Chanukah candles. Right after I made my decision not to go, the Rav opened his door and I was admitted. I told the Rav the story, and the Rav gave his blessing. Afterwards, Rav Yisrael told me how I was fortunate to be admitted, and a few more minutes passed. Then my cell phone rang. A policeman was on the line, asking if everything was ok. My family had frantically called the police, after hearing about the attack on the four o’clock bus. A bomb had detonated, killing many people. G-d saves and protects.” How did the Rav know to detain Naomi, thereby saving her from certain harm? After the third terrorist attack, Naomi’s eighteen year old daughter decided that she was moving out of (mmanuel. The region wasn’t safe, she said. She went to live with her grandmother in Petach Tikvah. Despite all of her mo- ther’s entreaties, she made up her mind. (ven her mother’s constant phone calls and crying for her to come home did not make her change her mind. After two years, her mother went to the Rav and asked what she should do. The Rav asked about her age, and hearing that she was already twenty, blessed her, assuring that she would get married. The mother said Amen and the Rav nodded his head. Within a week, the mother had heard of a promising match, and within four months she merited standing at her chuppah. The Rav in deep concentration