The Wonders of Harav Yitzchack Kadouri

The criers cried… 166 When time stood still On that Sunday afternoon, the streets were at a standstill. On all sides, one could see men, women, and children walking down the Malchei Yisrael Street towards Kikar Shabbat. Storeowners from all walks of life closed their stores. Others, who remained open, did so with the front doors closed or their iron shutters half closed. All along the streets stood clusters of people, full of emotion. Against the wall of one store, stood a married student, reading intensely from his Psalms. His eyes shed tears while he held the hands of his two little children. The faces of so many people were turned down to the ground, acutely feeling the loss.