The Wonders of Harav Yitzchack Kadouri

Not wishing to depart from the Rav 156 Rav Shuki Lerer lighting a candle The elevator is in motion My whole body was quivering. I found myself, after squeezing inside amidst much shouting and pushing, at the door of the department that the Rav had been hospitalized in. Here is where I encountered some dif¿culty. I asked the watchman to let me in, feeling assured that I would have just as easy entrance as before. Much to my chagrin, he wouldn’t let me in. Even the entreaties of the personal attendant of the Rav, Avishei Mizrachi, who was already within, were to no avail. I searched for an alternative route. Making my way through the dark corridors of the hospital, I arrived at the emergency room. I looked into an open elevator, asking a nurse if there was a way to the department where the Rav’s inert body was resting. Before she could even answer, the doors of the elevator closed. It rose slowly, and then stopped at the s e c o n d Àoor, We carried the bier straight to the van of the Burial Society for the Jewish Iraqi community