Keren Ohr's Dream
Over the past week, thousands of women around Israel have read and watched and and forwarded on Keren Ohr Denan’s incredible dream which she shared at last week’s class of Rabbanit Yemima Mizrachi. Once you read Keren Ohr’s intensely moving story, you will understand what all the fuss is about. Tissues ready, set, go!
Three and a half years ago I received a gift. That gift came in the form of a dream. I dreamt that dream at Hadassah Ein Kerem Hospital.
It took place a month and a half after we got the news that my little boy, just a year-and-a half old, Yehuda, was sick with leukemia, cancer of the blood. That same night I slept at the hospital in the same bed as Yehuda Yoram, who was still nursing. Before I fell asleep that night, I looked at him and saw an amazing baby with no hair, no eyebrows, no eyelashes because of the treatments. And I fell asleep.
I see in the dream the image of a large woman coming towards me, and the image has no face. A large woman with great light and great warmth.
And I say to her, “Sara, my dear mother, who began the building of the Jewish people. Please give me the strength to pray for my son.”
And the image of another woman arrives. A large woman with great light and great warmth. And I say to her, “Rebecca, my dear mother, you brought down the spiritual abundance of Sara, so that the candle was always lit and the tent was always open and the dough was always a success. Here is one of your souls, there is a child here who needs your prayers. And I am just a small mother and I cannot pray on my own. I need your help.”
And two other figures of women arrive.
“Rachel and Leah,” I say to them, “you established the Jewish people. Here is a member of the Jewish people who needs personal redemption. Help him.”
Many, many more women arrive. And I say to them, “Holy women of Egypt, in your merit the Jewish people was redeemed from Egypt. Help me.”
“And more and more women arrive. The Jewish women from the Spanish Inquisition, and the women of Auschwitz, and a very large circle of women forms, a circle of light and power and warmth. And a circle of dancing and prayer forms.
And then I look to the side and I see two women who are standing to the side.
I look again and I see that one of those women is my mother, and the other woman is my sister-in-law. And both of them have a Jewish home, even though it is a home where not all of the Torah is observed, nor Shabbat. And they stand to the side. And I say to them, “Come, join the women’s prayer. Come. Join the dancing of the women, join the women’s strength,” and they join as well.
And at that moment I wake up. I am full of tears and tremendous laughter. And at that moment it was clear to me, even though it was only a month after he had fallen ill, and we only knew that we had two years of treatments ahead of us, and we didn’t know what the future would hold. But we knew that it was good.
I am here at Hadassah Ein Kerem and I am not alone, a little mother with her son.
I knew that no matter what happened to my child and no matter how difficult it would be, I had the strength to cope, because they were with me. The Matriarchs were with me. All of the Jewish women were with me. We are not alone.
And this is what I want to pass on to you. Especially at this time when every person has a crisis and something missing, we need to know that we are not alone. They are with us. We only need to let them come in, to bless us, to be with us, in our Jewish essence.
Thank God, in a month we will be celebrating Yehuda Yoram’s 5th birthday. Thank God, we finished his treatments a year ago. Here and there he has follow-up, but thank God he is a very, very happy child. Just like his name “Yehuda,” every day he says “Toda” (Thank You), and every day he laughs.He remembers a little bit. “I was sick with Lochemia” he says. He pronounces it “Lochem-ia,” God fights for me.
We remember a lot. And we take from this whole experience that we are not alone.
Story courtesy of www.Parasha.org
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