I want to play this song for him to bring him comfort and peace in his final moments. Please, can you help me record it?â
The kollel yungerman and the young man were deeply moved by the manâs story, and they agreed to help him record the song. They sat down together and sang the niggun with all their hearts, filling the hospital room with the sweet melody of Kah Echsof.
After they finished, the man thanked them profusely and left with tears of gratitude in his eyes. The kollel yungerman and the young man looked at each other, their hearts full of emotion and gratitude to Hashem for allowing them to be a vessel of comfort and solace for another soul in need.
As they walked back to the kollel, the young man turned to the kollel yungerman and said, âI understand now what it means to return a lost soul to its rightful place. It is not just about physical objects or material possessions. It is about reaching out to those who are lost and guiding them back to Hashem, back to their true essence and purpose in life. Thank you for showing me the way.â
And together, they walked back to the kollel, their hearts full of joy and gratitude for the opportunity to be a beacon of light and hope for those in need.
Regenerate I know without a doubt that hearing this niggun from my mother will give him extraordinary happiness before he leaves this world.â
âThere is no need to record it,â said the kollel yungerman. âWe will go together with you and also be able to fulfill the mitzvah of bikur cholim.â
The three proceeded to the bais refuah, where they began to sing the soulful tune of Kah Echsof. They sang with deep emotion, and suddenly the patient opened his eyes and tears trickled down his face.
When the duo finished singing, they left and began to walk towards the bus station, when they heard the brother of the ill patient in pursuit, calling out to them.
âMy brother died,â he notified them, âbut thankfully he was escorted by a song that is filled with longing and desire for the Ribbono Shel Olam.â
It’s amazing to think about it. Although the mother had abandoned Yiddishkeit and had given her children a totally secular education, the song of Shabbos that she had heard in her fatherâs home and transmitted to her children made an impression. Such is the power of a holy niggun.