The Life of Tzaddikim

After the second scribe assured the Mezuzot were Kosher the man was quite upset, why did Rabbi Eliyahu send him to check his Mezuzot?

In life, it's not what you say, it's who you are

The seventeenth yahrzeit of Rav Shelomoh Wolbe, the most published mussar and hashkafah author of our generation, falls on the 17th of Nissan. I would like to share with our readers what I wrote at the time

Rabbi Eliyahu was acquainted with a certain rabbi who liked to check the suitability of shidduchim based on the couple's names. He warned the rabbi how dangerous and problematic his method was, begging him to cease and desist.

One morning, Shmuel heard someone arguing with Rabbi Yehudah Mutzafi, Rabbi Eliyahu's assistant. He was telling her that Rabbi Eliyahu had to leave and that she should come back the following day. But she was insistent, explaining that her question was concerning a matter of life and death.

Mordechai went out into the street and saw the mother of one of the Yeshiva students crying. “Why are you crying?” he asked her.

The director wouldn't let it rest. "But why is someone obligated? I don't understand. Let the rabbi say whatever he says and the questioner do whatever he wants." Rabbi Eliyahu just smiled. "Wait. You'll soon understand."

One day, when I was wandering around the Mahane Yehudah market, I saw a picture of Rabbi Mordechai Eliyahu hanging up at one of the stalls. I thought to myself, "That rabbi looks really similar to my neighbor - I wonder if he knows him?"

What was the sweetest slap you ever recieved?