HaRav Moshe Wolfson, Mashgiach Torah V’Das, was personally involved with this campaign, since the father was Niftar, to help this Almana to bring her daughter to Chuppah and the Chasuna is next week!

Our own Roshei Yeshiva of BMG have signed his Amlatza letter.

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Read the mother’s letter below:

Dear Friends,

I pour my heart out to you, reaching across the vast ocean of emotions that engulfs me. I am not just any mother; I am a mother like the one next door, like the countless loving, caring Jewish mothers who navigate the intricate tapestry of motherhood. With ten precious children, my hands are always full, tirelessly tending to their needs and nurturing their souls.

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Cooking becomes an act of love, a labor of affectionate dedication. I spend hours in the kitchen, meticulously crafting full, wholesome meals to welcome my family back home. The aroma of freshly baked goods fills the air, a fragrant symphony of comfort and nourishment. I rise before the sun, ensuring that my children embark on their day with warmth and sustenance, a breakfast that fuels their bodies and spirits. I pack a snack, a tangible expression of my love, carefully wiping away any trace of peanut butter from their tender cheeks. And in that moment, I seal their departure with a kiss, a tender mark of affection that lingers until their return.

Impatiently, I stand with my children, our hearts pounding in unison, yearning for the familiar sound of my husband’s footsteps. Together, we tidy the space and set the table, eager to create a welcoming ambiance for his arrival. And when he finally opens the door, our little ones leap into his waiting embrace, their love overflowing, craving his undivided attention. The symphony of laughter and chatter that ensues dances like music, a sweet melody that brings solace to my weary soul.

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My life mirrored yours in so many ways. Yet, today, I stand before you as someone different. At the end of this day, my husband no longer comes home.

The insidious grip of illness snatched him away from us with an unbearable swiftness. In a matter of days, our lives were irreversibly shattered, leaving us to grapple with a harsh and unfamiliar reality. One moment, he was simply unwell, and the next, he was gone. Accepting this truth feels like an insurmountable task, an agony that consumes my very being.

As I pen these words, tears blur my vision, and my heart aches with an intensity that words cannot fully express. Loneliness envelops me, leaving me adrift in an ocean of grief. The dreams I once held dear, dreams of a life brimming with joy and love, have been cruelly stolen away. The images of my smiling children, adorning the dining room buffet, the echoes of their laughter intertwined with their father’s gentle warmth… all shattered. The vision of a family growing up with both a mother and a father now lies in ruins. Do you remember your dreams?

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My children weep, their tiny hearts echoing the emptiness left behind by their beloved father. Day after day, they perch by the door, as if expecting him to burst through at any moment. They struggle to comprehend when I tell them that he will never return home. The ache of their longing for him is immeasurable.

In the depths of my despair, I extend my hand to you, Dear Friend, not seeking pity, but in a plea for understanding. I remain the same talented homemaker I have always been, and my chocolate brownies still hold their coveted status in our community. I was once a part of ‘the group,’ until that fateful day when my husband departed from this world.

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Today, I reach out to you because my daughter, my precious kallah, yearns to embark on her journey of matrimony. Yet, without our father, our breadwinner, we find ourselves in an impenetrable predicament. How do we proceed with a wedding, with the means to provide for her future?

In partnership with Yad Yisroel, we humbly implore you, Dear Brothers and Sisters, to hear our desperate cries with open hearts. Please, lend us your generosity, and help us preserve our dignity as we seek to marry off our oldest daughter. In your compassionate response lies the hope that we can bring joy to her life amidst the shadows of our own sorrow.

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May the Avi Yesomim, the Father of the fatherless, bless you abundantly for your kindness. May He shower you with endless joy during your own family Simchos. May your breadwinner always be there, ready and able to provide for your family, and may your children experience the warmth of their father’s embrace every evening.

With immeasurable gratitude and a heart filled with hope, I remain,

Yours sincerely

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