The Heilige Rashash with the help of a Tzadeikes make a great Kiddush Hashem
The Mekubal Reb Sholom Sharabi, the Rashash, was very well known. He was born in Yemen in the year (1720). He was famous for the great miracles he performed, and for the fact that Eliyahu HaNavi came to him and spoke with him many times. On numerous occasions Arabs tried to bother him, but a miracle always occurred that saved him from them. Many times the Arabs were struck with fear. They were starting to get the feeling that he was a holy man, and they had reason to be scared of him.
In the old city of Jerusalem there was a family by the name of Parness. The mother of the family, Malka, was a tzadeikess. She rented a room near the Kosel Hamaaravi which she filled with benches, candles, lanterns, water, and cups with which to wash one’s hands, warm liquids to drink. Before the Rashash arrived to say Tikkun Chatzos, Malka would light candles and lanterns and light the place up. She would bring out the benches and set them up, and heat up water for warm drinks.
The Rabbonim would always thank her, and was accepted by everyone as a tzadeikess. Even the goyim wanted a brachah from her. After they finished would put away the benches, extinguish all the lights, and lock up the room. Then she went home. There was an Arabic young man who came from the rich family “Alchursani,” who hated Jews and despised the work that Malka did. One night, he decided to wait for Malka in the dark of the night, and planned to attack her and kill her.
He set the plan into motion, and waiting for her in the dark street, attacked her and badly bruised her. He could have killed her, but miraculously, the Rabbanim, heard her screams, and came running to save her from death. They brought her home, very beaten and wounded. The did first aid to close her wounds, and went to find a doctor. At his home they said he was called away to tend to a man who had suddenly fallen very ill. Finally, a few hours later, the doctor was able to visit Malka, and tend to her. When he had finished caring for her, he told the following story: “One or two hours ago I was called to the house of the rich family Alchursani. Their only son left the house in the middle of the night and when he returned, was suddenly struck by severe cramps and piercing pains. When I examined him, it seemed to me that he was so sick he would not live out the night!” When the Malka heard the name “Alchursani,” she called out, “Ah! He was the one who attacked me!” And told the doctor the entire story. The doctor left Malka, and returned to the Alchursani family, and told them, “I know now what happened to your only son. If you want him to live, he has no choice but to go to the house of the Parness family, and ask forgiveness from the righteous woman Malka. Otherwise there is no hope for your beloved, only son, if you want him to live.”
His mother immediately grabbed a purse full of gold coins, and frantically searched the streets to find where Malka lived. When they found the house, they ran inside, and found her lying in bed. The mother began crying to her over the life of her only son, who was dearer to her than anything else. She offered Malka the purse gold coins in that purse, and they were worth a lot. She told Malka, “It’s yours. Just please pray for our son.” She refused the money and said to the mother, “Go home and I will pray for him and will let you know later what you need to do.”
Malka strained herself greatly, and with the help of the members of her family, she went to the Shul known as “Bais Kail,” where the Rashash sat and learned. She told him the story, and finished, “I want to make a Kiddush Hashem that the goy lives and becomes well.” “Of course!” answered the Rashash. “It would be a big Kiddush Hashem if he got well. The goyim will realize that there is no one like Hashem. Tell them to bring their son in his bed to the Kosel. There he must publicly admit what he did, and clearly state that he has remorse, and is sorry for doing it. He must promise to never bother any Yid ever again. Then he will get well.”
Word spread all over Jerusalem, and everyone was eagerly waiting for the sick boy to be brought to the Kosel, because they knew they would see the Rashash perform a miracle. Everyone wanted to get close and see. extended yet. It was still a very narrow street. They made room for the sick boy’s bed. He was accompanied by the doctor, who declared him ready to die at any moment. When Malka went over to him, the Rashash accompanied her. The boy opened his eyes, and asked forgiveness from the Malka, crying as he did so. He promised that if he lived, and was well, he would never again do anything bad to any Yid. The Rashash, went to the hailige Wall, and daavened to Hashem, that He should send a refuah to the goy lying there.
It took just a few moments, and the boy opened his eyes. He sat up on the bed, and his parents, standing nearby, burst out in joy. He sat there quietly for a few minutes, healed from his pain, and then he jumped up out of bed, completely well. Then he went home. All the goyim escorted him home, singing and clapping their hands. They called out, “The G-d of the Jews is great, and their tzaddik is holy!”
