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The articles in this issue have been divided upinto the following categories







More Akbar than Akbar?
Majadara ( Ketchri ) to the Needy

There was once a great Mogul king in India by the name of Akbar. He had no children and desperately wanted a son, so he went to a holy place called the Darga where he swore that if a son was born to him he would distribute rice for the poor. A son was born and two large pots of rice were provided, and this became a tradition, which continues to our day.

Mr. Naim Dangoor who decided to feed the poor of Jerusalem with rice – he outdid Akbar by adding lentils to the rice.

In this project they distribute 3 times a week : Monday, Wednesday and Friday noon, 400 ( now 600 ) bags of cooked rice and lentils to everyone who need and ask for it.

They make and give them with Hazon Yeshaya institutions.

In rice and lentils there are many vitamins claims Ilana Avissar ( who oversees this project ), and even if not all the vitamins. This project is a great beginning. Whether Akbar or a guardian angel, many people are able to survive in these hard times by eating this basic food, rice and lentils.

Maybe soon people will see better days when men, women and children in this country will not have to walk hungry to line up for a bag of rice and lentils. And the guardian angels of Jerusalem will be able to smile.



From Press Release by: Ilana Avissar
And this in the 21st century in Israel.

As reported by the government agencies and media, the number of people falling under the poverty level in Israel is constantly increasing, many are ashamed to admit their situation and do not register for social security, preferring to hide their misery.
Mr. Naim Dangoor heard that Saddam was paying $ 10,000 to the family of each suicide bomber, and decided that he would pay 10,000 Shekel to the family of each victim. When he learned that the families of the victims are well looked after by the Israel Government, he decided to launch instead the “rice and lentil” program to help needy citizens in Jerusalem.
It began about six months ago. Six hundred bags of rice and lentils cooked with onion in oil “ Ketchri “, 700 grams each are distributed by volunteers in soup kitchens in different centres in Jerusalem in co-operation with a non profit organisation Hazon Yeshaya , three times a week, and the recipients put some money into a box according to their ability so that they do not feel they are receiving charity. For many of them it is the only food they have all day.
In the role as supervisor of the rice and lentil project of the Exilarch Foundation of Mr. Naim Dangoor. I went one Friday morning at 11 o’clock to see that everything was under control. The needy were lining up outside the kitchen. All received with dignity a bag of rice and lentils; sometimes putting five, ten, twenty agorot, a shekel into the box to keep their self respect, but always hoping in their hearts that things would change tomorrow.
But tomorrow only brings more people, new people to stand in the line, the line of poverty. I stood there for a while looking at the people waiting patiently for their bag of rice and lentils. About 600 bags lay on the tables waiting for distribution.
An old woman approached me. She looked as if she had stepped out of Shai Agnon’s book “Tehila”.
Smiling kindly she said :” If you are hungry you can get a portion of rice and lentils too. You don’t need a permit . Just put a few coins in this box ( she pointed at the box at the entrance ) so you don’t feel you are receiving charity. But if you don’t have any money, never mind. You can put something another time. They don’t ask questions.” Then, sensing my confusion or embarrassment, she went on, “ One of the guardian angels of Jerusalem is paying for this food, it is clean and good.” “ Who is paying?” I asked, astonished at the term “guardian angel” / “I heard it is someone beyond the sea, very far away”, she replied. “God bless him”. I looked at her and said :” Maybe he is not quite so far away. Maybe he can see you with his heart”. “Yes” she replied, happy at the thought. “Some people here have money and eyes but cannot see. He can see us with his heart”. Then she went on :” for days I hesitated about taking something which was not mine. I was ashamed at myself till finally I had the courage and few coins to help myself to the rice. I don’t want free food, I want to put something in the box, it’s not only myself, I have a divorced daughter with two children. I take it to her and we all eat.


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