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It was Friday afternoon. The kitchen was
filled with the smell of warm hala, the
table almost set, and in a quiet corner,
a little girl watched the unlit candles
of Shabbat. "Why do we light them?" she
wondered. "What makes these candles so
special? Let me tell you a story. A true
story. One that begins long, long ago in
the desert. There was a tent. Not a
large one, not golden or shining, but
everyone who passed by stopped and
stared because from that tent came a
light, a warm light, a light that
wrapped around you like a hug. A light
that made you feel at home. It was the
tent of Sarah Imu, our mother, the
mother of the entire people of Israel.
Every Friday before the sun went down,
Sarah would light her Shabbat candles,
she would place them with care, whisper
the blessing, and then something
wonderful would happen. The candles
never went out. They stayed lit all week
long from one Friday night to the next.
A light that never faded, a light from
heaven. It was Hashem's way of saying,
"This home carries my light." But that
wasn't the only miracle. When Sarah
prepared her Shabbat bread, she didn't
need much. Just a bit of flour, a splash
of water, and many prayers. And every
time the dough would grow. It was enough
for her, for Abraham, for their family,
for the workers, for hungry travelers
passing by. And it never ran out.
Because when you cook with love and
emuna, blessing fills every crumb. And
above her tent, a glowing cloud would
hover. It didn't bring rain. It brought
protection, peace. It was as if the
heavens were hugging that little tent.
It was the Shih Hina, the divine
presence of Hashem. Three miracles,
three signs of a home filled with
holiness. But sadness arrived. Sarah's
gone. Miracles vanished. Clouds
dispersed until one day a new woman
entered the tent. Her name was Rifka,
the wife of Yitzkak, son of Sarah. And
when she lit her Shabbat candles, the
light returned. When she needed the
dough, the blessing came back and the
cloud covered the tent once again.
because she too carried Shabbat in her
heart. She too was a mother of Israel.
Candle's flame brings peace, love, and
returning miracles. It's light from the
soul. It's Shabbat. Even in your home,
even in your tent, every home can become
a tent of light. Every little girl can
be like Sarah Emenu. Subscribe to Tour
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