Beautiful letter from one of Malky’s doctors at John Hopkins


Dearest family of Malka Hirth,

I would like to offer my deepest condolences for the earthly loss of your dearly beloved daughter and sister. My gratitude to you for allowing me to share in the care of Malki is great, boundless even. Your sweet, brilliant, feisty girl will always be remembered by me as what I tend to call her an Earth Angel. I call her this because it is clear that she is a messenger and a light source from a being far greater than we earthly humans. She exhibited all of the teachings of my faith – patience, strength, kindness, bravery, perseverance, trust, tenacity, grace, and encouragement. Her song has had a great impact on my life and all the people’s lives whom I shared it with. Her deepest trust and openness to the strange but glorious workings of her Hashem have strengthened my spirituality and will be my guide to caring for many more children to come. Your daughter was a rare gem. Her old soul will live on forever. Thank you for sharing your beautiful gift with me.

Warmly yours forever,
Mary Jo

~Original handwritten letter

Poem from a family friend and fellow patient


Malky was like a candle, lighting the lives of whoever came her way. Even when she was very sick she was the one giving others chizzuk. She taught us how to daven, truly daven, with tears. She taught us how to thank Hashem for everything. Even when it looks bad. She lived Emunah and all those around her could not help by being lit by the spark of her neshama. Their light is because of hers and her flame is ours forever. When Moshiach (comes) Hashem will take out the Or Ganuz, the hidden light. All those who knew Malky were zoche to catch a glimpse of this special light, and we daven for the day when Malky’s light will be seen again in its full splendor.
Hamakom Yenachem Eschem Besoch Shaar Avlei Tzion VeYerushalayim.

נר אחד קטן דולק
שלהבתו בוערת
את החושך מסלק
מכל פינה בחדר

כי מעט מן האור
דוחה הרבה מן החושך

אוי לנו על קבויי נרינו
מלכתנו היקרה
אלנו לא מפיצה אור
שמי שמים מאירה

בזמנה בעולם החשך
האירה כולם סביבה
להבה עוד בוארת
מסורה מנשמה לנשמה

אור גנוז יתגלה
בבאת גואל צדק
עוד יבאו ימים
מלכתנו שוב תדלק

Messages from Malky’s Nurses

Malky presented her own original paintings to some of the doctors and nurses who cared for her with devotion. See some of the paintings with messages from her dear nurses.


Head Nurse Lisa


I think of this  sweet angel everyday. She has forever changed my life.  Malka Hirth is wise beyond her years. She was a prophet for so many. She has taught me many life lessons.  This beautiful work of art reminds me everyday of her zest for life and her eye for beauty.

I will forever be touched. My memories of Malky are everlasting. She was a true gift to so many.

My love to you and yours.

Very Best,
Lisa

Nurse Rachael


Malky believed in me before I believed in myself. In years from now, I will still thank Malky for forming me into the person and the nurse I am today. She connected to people. She saw things in them that others didn’t. I don’t expect to ever know another soul like her.

Nurse Colleen


Malky was an Earth Angel. She was sent here to teach us G-d’s ways here on earth. She knew that from her very young age and showed it in her dance, song, poetry, and art. She was far beyond her years teaching us all something new everyday.
I cannot imagine as a parent or sibling loosing Malky in this life. She has taken a piece of me with her. Where there is love there is pain and I loved her. She has come to me in my dreams now twice. Totally healthy, happy and of course dancing her little heart away. It puts me at peace knowing she is dancing again.
Malky Hirth will always hold a piece of my heart in her little hand as I will always hold her in my heart!
She knew my happy place was the beach, so that is what she painted for me, my happy place the beach; with birds, ocean, sand, blue sky, and even an airplane with the advertisement flowing behind it. Full of beauty, capturing what I love. As Malky would say, “I get her”, well she got me too!

I miss you all terribly especially our Angel!
Love
Colleen

Viyisangu Issue # 31
Chol Hamoed Pesach

Viyisangu Weekly, is distributed weekly in Lakewood, NJ
לזכר נשמת יוסף שלו’ ע”ה בן יצחק ישיע’ נ”י ומלכה בריינדל ע”ה בת הרב שמואל פישל שליט”א
This weeks issue has a special tribute to Malky’s ‘Oh, Hashem’ song.

ערב שבת חול המועד פסח

We are in the midst of the יום טוב ofחירות , a time to celebrate our חירות. We need however, to appreciate what real חירות is.  The תורה fashioned a יום טוב for us with special מצוות that create a framework to help us to be able to understand and acquire the specific ideas of this חג. ,פסח the יום טוב in which we celebrate our freedom from מצרים and our becoming the עם הנבחר. The עבודת החג is our vehicle to internalize what it means to be the chosen nation and what true freedom is.

It is clear that the accomplishment of  חירות from being enslaved in מצרים was not that we became masters over ourselves, rather Hashem redeemed us  from מצרים so we can become subservient to Him. The עבדות to מצרים readied us to accept this great role as עבדים to Hashem. The main distinction in these two states of עבדות is that as עבדים to פרעה we were controlled and distanced with no identity, however as עבדים to הקב”ה, Hashem lifted us up and brought us close to him as we entered into a deep relationship. This עבדות is truly חירות, as the עם הנבחר we were chosen to be one with the בורא עולם. We are free from the control of any מזל or nation. When we are connected to the בורא עולם, we are above all and totally untouchable.

Shabbos is the time when Hashem adds a נשמה יתירה, an extra part of Himself to the חלק אלוק ממעל within a person.  Through this we are able to connect and do our part in this special זיווג of Hashem and his children כלל ישראל.

שבת חול המועד gives us a tremendous opportunity to grow in our עבודת הזמן of פסח and Shabbos. On שבת חול המועד we read the מגילה which corresponds to the עבודה of that חג. On סוכות, the זמן שמחתינו, we read קהלת which teaches us what true happiness is. On פסח, the זמן חירותינו we lain שיר השירים, the מגילהwhich teaches the depth and magnitude of the deep love between Hashem and כלל ישראל.

שיר השירים teaches us that the nature of the love between Hashem and כלל ישראל, is anאהבה שאינו תלויה בדבר. It is a bond that throughout history, whetherכלל ישראל is in a state worthy of this love and affection of Hashem, or whether we are in a state far from the glory we exhibited in other times. The מגילה tells that not only is the love of הקב”ה towards us unbreakable, so too כלל ישראל’s love for Hashem is unbreakable and not dependent on anything. This message is portrayed by the description of הקב”ה’s embrace of כלל ישראל. The פסוק says, (פרק ב. פסוק ו) תחת ראשי וימינו תחבקני  שמאלו The פסוק continues,השבעתי אתכם בנות ירושלים בצבאות או באילות השדה אם תעירו ואם תעוררו את האהבה עד שתחפץ. רש”י explains that these פסוקים are referring to the time when כלל ישראל  were in the מדבר and Hashem took care of all of כלל ישראל’s needs בדרך נס. This same description of הקב”ה’s embrace of  כלל ישראל is used in פרק ח פסוק ג, where רש”י explains the פסוק is referring to painful times in גלות that we know, and even in times of pain and suffering, הקב”ה is with us. However, the פסוק continues with the words מה תעירו ומה תעוררו את האהבה עד שתחפץ. Here שלמה המלך writes a stronger לשון. We are no longer questioning with אםrather we are proclaiming to the אומות העולם with confidence with the word מה and are telling them that there is no use to even try to take away from theאהבה we have to our אבינו שבשמים. We see that throughout גלות, כלל ישראל’s love and devotion to הקב”ה only grows and gets stronger and stronger.

Besides the Viyisangu being לעילוי נשמת יוסף שלום-, it is also לעילוי נשמת מלכה בריינדל- Hirth. Malky taught us and everyone that came in contact with her, that there is no amount of pain and suffering that can separate us from our deep connection with Hashem. Malky taught us that what’s important to a Yid is to use our bodies as vehicles to do Mitzvos and be מקדש שם שמים. The sound of an eight year old girl singing שירה to Hashem, a song of her profound love andהכרת הטוב to הקב”ה, a song expressing the unshakable love between עם ישראל and Hashem.  She showed us that a yid can be in terrible pain yet still feel the embrace ofשמאלו תחת ראשי וימינו תחבקני . We were זוכה to see the holy words of שלמה המלך in reality, and the non-Jews were exposed to the גדלות of כלל ישראל who have a Father who cares for us, loves us and is with us in any state.

May we be זוכה to use this special time of זמן חירותנו to devote our lives to עבודת ה’, and to rejoice as we say
ושמך הגדול והקדוש עלינו קראת.

Good Shabbos

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Oh, Hashem Song

Pain and Joy:
A Lesson from Malky Hirth, a”h

Printed in Yated Ne’eman March 15, 2017
By: A. Kutcher

Tears are coursing down my face and I can barely talk. But in my mind, I feel a high.

I have just watched a seven minute video of Malky Hirth, a’h. Malky speaking to her playgroup class, perched on a small chair, looking about 4 or 5. Discussing her cancer experience, how she had no hair, “not even one hair”, and “my lips…were chapped”. And how now she’s out of the hospital and she’s “so grateful….so grateful”.

And I think about the age old question that Moshe Rabbeinu asked Hashem, “Hareni na es kvodecha”, “Show me Your glory”, which the meforshim explain was Moshe asking Hashem why bad things happen to good people. And Hashem told him “Ki lo yirani adam vachai”, “Man cannot see me and live”. If Hashem were to bring Moshe to a place of understanding of Him, Moshe’s soul would jump out of his body and cleave to Hashem. He couldn’t live in this world.

And I think of every time we hear of a tzara and we think, “Hashem, I can’t. I can’t take it. I love You so much. You love us so incomprehensively much. I believe 100% that everything is for good. But I just can’t take it.”

And I think of this little girl, aged 2, 3, then 4,5, then 6, then 7. She could take it. She has taught us.

When have we ever seen such absolute bitachon, in real. Not a story of a gadol, not a glimpse of wisdom from a very great woman. A very skinny, bald, incredibly beautiful little girl strumming a guitar in her hospital bed, her slight arms embracing the guitar, her beautiful soul shining through as she strums, singing, enjoying her beautiful lyrics. Happy.

A 3-D vision of bitachon in real. This little girl “got it”.

I was taught by my father, shlita, from a young age, that we have no idea why things happen in this world. That Rav Hutner, ztz’l, taught that we cannot fathom the workings of Hashem: “Do you think Hashem is small enough to fit into your brain?”

We have no clue as to why this precious, ancient, beautiful, very great, very pure and eternally lovely child had to suffer so much.

But one thing we do know: She’s taught us like nobody else ever has.

Tribute to Malky and her Song

A Rebbi in the New York area sent out this letter to his parent body after hearing one of Malky’s recordings.

To the Parents of My Dear Students,

I hope that this letter finds you well.

I received news that a 7 year old girl from Lakewood by the name of Malkie Hirth passed away after battling Leukemia for the past five years. … I have never met this child nor have I met her parents or grandparents. Time to time we unfortunately hear this type of news and we are heart wrenched even if we don’t know the family.

So why am I sending you this letter about this particular child?

A couple of days ago a friend of mine sent me the attached recording of this precious girl singing a song which she recorded onto a phone from her hospital bed.  The words are her own (music was later added to her recording).  Upon hearing the sad news I listened to it.  I am truly stunned by her purity and her message (not to mention heart broken and saddened).  Moving in this fast paced world, it is extremely hard to get in touch with the depths of one’s soul and existence.  For me, this song and this voice reached the deepest places of my spiritual and emotional being.

The point of me sending you this e-mail is not about sharing bad news.  I am sharing this with you because I believe it gives us a chance to touch purity, think about our core, ponder the deepest love which we have for our family, and contemplate how powerful and precious a moment of life truly is.

Rabbi H

Dr. David Loeb

Johns Hopkins Medical Center, Baltimore


It is with an exceptionally heavy heart that I am sharing the news that Malka Hirth died this morning. It’s hard to know what to say about Malka. I’ve known her essentially her entire life. She spent the past 6 years bravely fighting AML. She and her family, together, endured chemotherapy, 2 transplants, DLI, and countless procedures. Malka was an extraordinary young woman. I know we often say about our patients that they are “wise beyond their years,” but Malka was truly an “old soul.” She and her parents touched everyone they met in ways that are hard to imagine, considering how young she was. Her parents are remarkable people as well. They are kind, loving, intelligent, wise, and held together a huge family with warmth and love that is all too rare these days. It has been an honor to take care of this family.

Malka’s last days truly capture who she was. Over the past couple of months, she painted pictures for each of the special caregivers she has grown so close to, so that each of us would have a piece of her artwork to remember her by. Then, in December, lying in bed with her mother, she picked up her mother’s iPhone and spontaneously composed/sang a song of thanks to G-d for the life she was given. Mary Jo’s friends at Peabody set it to music, and I have attached it for those who want to hear it. The lyrics are pasted below. They are incredibly moving, and it’s all that much more remarkable that they came spontaneously from the heart of a 7 year old girl who knew she was dying.

Malka celebrated her last Shabbos with her family this past weekend, and individually said goodbye to each of her 9 siblings, and then instructed that no one was to cry. She died peacefully this morning in her mother’s arms. She will be buried tomorrow on the Mount of Olives, in Jerusalem, overlooking the Old City and the Temple Mount. This was her request. She asked her father to bury her someplace special, and when he asked her where would be special, she said, “Eretz Yisrael” (Israel).

Malka and her family loved the team at Hopkins who provided such exceptional care to her. As her attending for all of these years, I, too, am grateful to all of you for all that you did for Malka. I will miss her and her family terribly, but I am a better person for having known her and for having worked with them.

David Loeb

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Ivan and Melanie Sacks

Dallas Texas


Rabbi Yechiel Spero

Malky Hirth – The Tiny Little Queen


Malky.
What a girl. So much personality. So much life.
And now she is gone.
Anyone who met her will never forget the interaction. That’s the way she was.
Her personality.
Her self-assuredness.
Her incredible joy and sparkle.
You could not help but be completely enamored. Though so fragile and sick, she would say things that radiated indomitable strength, and that is how she held up those around her.
I remember when I met Malky. I had heard so much about her from my daughter and her friends, who were privileged to spend time with her. And now, it was my turn to spend a few precious moments with her, as well. She was sharp and funny and made us all laugh. I couldn’t get over the fact that this little girl was running the show.
It was only after her sickly body finally breathed its last breath that I realized how she was able to do it.
It all comes back to her name.
Malky.
Malky is a nickname for מלכה, which means queen, but the word מלכי in Hebrew can be translated as my King.
She did not look at the Ribbono Shel Olam as some far-off and distant Being. Rather, He was her King. Her very own, personal King.
In turn, she knew — undoubtedly — that she was His queen.
Though this was apparent when I met her at the age of 7, she had this awareness her entire life. Imagine that. She knew, with complete certainty, what many of us are never able to fathom.
Can you imagine how different this world would look if every young Jewish girl, and even every adult, felt that Hashem is “my King”? Can you imagine if everyone was like Malky?
She spoke with confidence and flair, broadcasting from her various thrones, which consisted of a series of hospital beds in the children’s oncology ward. And while her frail little body may have been terribly weak, her pure soul was healthy, robust, and strong.
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Every morning and every evening we recite the tefillah of Adon Olam. Rav Shamshon Raphael Hirsch points out that in this tefillah, we refer to Hashem as Keili, which connotes mercy. Hashem is Keili — my very own G-d of Mercy.
​ As we begin our day and realize that we have lived through the night, and are now faced with a full day in which to fulfill His will, we may feel overwhelmed and intimidated. This is why, at this very moment, the composers of our tefillah set our minds at ease. Remember that Hashem is our personal Master, and right there for us. With those comforting thoughts, we are ready to daven.
Many of Malky’s days must have been intimidating and daunting. The constant pricks and needles, treatment after treatment, would have broken many and caused them to give up hope. But not Malky.
Not with Hashem as her own, personal King.
Fun-loving and playful, yet mature beyond her years, Malky knew that whatever the day may bring, she could count on her King for anything she needed. She knew that so many were davening on her behalf, and she was well aware of the potency of those tefillos.
Just shy of 8 years old and she knew all of that.
​At the end of the day, as we are about to lay our heads on our pillows, we turn to this tefillah once more. Here, too, there may be apprehension and worry. We look back on our day’s accomplishments, or lack thereof, and feel vulnerable and a bit frightened. We are about to go to sleep and that is always an unnerving time. Have we done enough today? Will He trust us to try again tomorrow? At this time, we again remember, “Ve’Hu nisi u’manos li — He is my banner and my refuge.” What an encouraging choice of words. Imagine yourself as a soldier ready to face the enemy. In front, you see Hashem, Who is your victory banner, while from behind, He serves as a haven, where you can take shelter. Hashem encourages and supports us, and wants us to know that He believes in us.   
​Malky knew it. She knew that whatever dreadful battles she had to fight, her King would be there for her — to wave her on and to protect her.
This is as Dovid says in Tehillim (5:3), “Hakshivah le’kol shavi Malki V’Elokai ki eilecha espallal — Hearken to the sound of my outcry, my King and my G-d, for to You do I pray.”
Malky, the fight is over. You won not only the battle, but the war. Now, there will be no more pain and suffering.
You and your family have taught us well. You all taught us the power of tefillah and emunah, as well as the meaning of love, commitment, dedication, and perseverance.
The doctors and nurses marveled at you and admired your family. They wanted to be with you, and to hear your “Malkyisms.”  
You changed their lives. And ours. And the world around us.
This past week, you ascended to your Heavenly throne. I have a feeling you will have quite an audience in Shamayim, as well.
Shluf gezunt, Malky.
We will miss you.

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Yated Ne’eman

Malky Hirth a”h 

By: Yechiel Sofer

It is unusual for a levaya of a seven year old girl to attract such a huge crowd. But Malky Hirth was not a usual child. Last Wednesday evening, a life changing levaya took place at Shiras Devora high school in Lakewood. Malky was a seven-year-old girl who was seriously ill for most of her life. She battled leukemia since she was two years old. Malky inspired so many people and brought together thousands of people all around the globe to daven for her, do mitzvos and accept all sorts of kabbolos so that she would become better.

All of the thousands of people who attended the levaya, walked away awed and shaken to the core. Was it the massive crowd? Or the awe-inspiring hespedim? Or was it just the stories after stories being told about this young girl, as if she was an elder rebbetzin? Perhaps all of the above. Something shook everyone to the core and brought them to the realization that, “Hashem hu Elokim, ain od milvado”.

Malky may have been seven years old, but she wasn’t a child. Her wisdom and maturity defied her age.

Indeed, Rav Shlomo Feivel Shustal Shlita, rosh yeshiva of Yeshiva Ne’os Yaakov, in his hesped, kept repeating, “Such wisdom and maturity in a child this age is highly unusual”.

In a video clip that became famous, Malky implores everyone to keep Shabbos, “It will be a zechus for you and will be a zechus for me”. This video indeed inspired people to “Keep Shabbos for Malky”.

Malky had an amazingly positive outlook and was always cheerful. She would constantly speak of her love for Hashem and would loudly thank Him for her life even though she suffered so much. She inspired her doctors and nurses as well as anyone else she came into contact with.

Just a few months before she passed away, while lying in her hospital bed, Malky spontaneously began singing a song into her mother’s phone. A nurse practitioner who heard it was so moved by her song that she asked permission from the family to have it professionally recorded with musical accompaniment by friends of hers who are musicians at the Peabody musical institute.

This song, titled “Oh Hashem” spoke about thanking Hashem for her life. This came from the heart of a seven-year-old girl who was so sick her entire life and knew she was dying. The song so inspired everyone who heard it that Dr. David Loeb, head of oncology at Johns Hopkins Medical Center in Baltimore, where Malky was treated, sent it around to his entire staff. Included in his memo, Dr. Loeb wrote; “I know we often say about our patients that they are ‘wise beyond their years’, but Malka was truly an ‘old soul’.  She and her parents touched everyone they met in ways that are hard to imagine, considering how young she was”. What a Kiddush Hashem!

Malky lived with Hashem. She constantly spoke to Hashem, praying to be healthy, and thanking Him for her life at the same time. Once when she was on the way to the Emergency room for a fever, Malky turned to her parents and said, “I thank Hashem for my life. Even though I would like it to be different, I know He has a plan for me. The best possible plan.

Every word that came out of her mouth was full of wisdom. In an amazing recording which has gone viral, Malky gives “Mussar to a depressed teenager, “You should be happy you’re living on this world… don’t think you are a nothing. You are a princess; you are Hashem’s child… You are Hashem’s princess. You should be strong. You should be happy. A Yid is always supposed to be happy, even when it’s hard!” Her choice of vocabulary and clarity of expression was unparalleled.

Malky was very sensitive and excelled in the midda of hakoras hatov. As her life was coming to an end, she used her newly found talent of painting canvass paintings, to express her appreciation to all her caretakers. Malky painted beautiful paintings for each of her doctors and nurses. She was careful to thank everyone and not make anyone feel bad. Once during a particularly difficult procedure, Malky was waving her hands and crying out in pain. She later was beside herself that she caused such a “Chillul Hashem”. When the nurse came back into the room, Malky apologized and told the nurse it was her own fault the nurses were having such a hard time finding and poking her veins, because she “was moving around too much”. The nurse was stunned to hear this from such a young child, and from then on, Malky became her favorite.

Only a few weeks before she passed away, Malky told her parents she must go buy a gift for her primary nurse. At that time Malky was barely walking and was not up to going anywhere. Malky, with her trademark “gevurah” insisted she go to buy a gift for her nurse. So her dedicated parents trudged out, late at night, carrying Malky to their car. They drove to the nearest mall and helped Malky go through racks of jewelry and other gift items, until Malky deliberately and carefully chose what she felt was the perfect gift. Then she insisted they drive to another store to pick out a card. Again she carefully chose the card she felt would be “just right”. After getting a gift bag and matching stuffing, Malky was ready to head back. By now it was very late at night, but Malky wasn’t done yet. In her beautiful and articulate way, Malky composed a touching poem thanking her nurse for all she has done for her. This was typical Malky. Expressing her appreciation in a defined and mature way, well thought out and executed.

Malky had a tremendous chavivus hamitzvos. This past Yom Kippur she was so weak she barely could move off the couch in her home. Yet when it came time for Ne’ilah she insisted they bring her slippers and walk her all the way to Bais Medrash Govoah, so she could daven Ne’ilah in the yeshiva. The next day she had to rush to the hospital for a terrible eye infection. The infection caused her to be very agitated. When her father brought into her room a set of Daled Minim her mood immediately changed. She lovingly gave the lulav and esrog a kiss, and her mood was immediately transformed. During sukkos she insisted on eating every meal and shaking her lulav in the hospital Sukkah, eleven flights down. This was no easy task, transporting her with her IV pole, but Malky wouldn’t consider otherwise.

The last Motzei Shabbos of her life, exactly 72 minutes after shkiah, Malky expressed her feeling that she was about to leave this world. She asked that her siblings come so she could part from them. She blessed each one with a specific and detailed brocha designed just for them. She asked to hold her baby sister and told her parents to “teach her when she gets older about me, and tell her how much I loved her”. She also told her father that she wants to be buried in a “special place” and later clarified in “Eretz Yisroel” because she was never there in her lifetime. Although she lived a few more days after that, perhaps at that time she felt her neshamah yeseirah leaving her body for the last time.

Klal Yisroel stormed the heavens with tefillah for her recovery. Last Tuesday night, a kinnus was held at the Bais Horaah of Lakewood, where grown men literally cried out to Hashem to spare her life. Woman and girls all over the world – at the Kosel, at Tehillim groups, on conference calls didn’t stop crying to Hashem on her behalf.

But it wasn’t meant to be. Early Wednesday morning Malka Breindel Hirth passed away peacefully in her mother’s arms, during her sleep.

Her parents who were dedicated beyond words to her care and didn’t leave her bedside, fulfilled her final wish and buried her in a “special place in Eretz Yisroel”. Late Wednesday night Malky was flown to Eretz Yisroel and was buried in the most “special place” on Har Hazeisim right across the mokom haMikdosh.

Malky created a tremendous kiddush Hashem during her short but packed lifetime, and she was zoche to create a kiddush Hashem in her passing. Her Levaya both in Lakewood and in Eretz Yisroel touched everyone. As one person put it, “it was a real life-changing experience”.

Malky’s grandfather Rav Mordechai Hirth, as well as her uncles, Rav Yeruchim Olshin and Rav Leib Gorelik, and Rav Shlomo Feivel Schustal delivered hespedim. Malky’s father, Rav Shmuel Hirth, rosh yeshiva of Yeshivas Nefesh Hachaim of Lakewood, captured the moment with his almost 40 minute hesped. He portrayed the holiness of this pure Neshamah, and brought out the kiddush Hashem she generated during her lifetime.  Rav Shmuel’s hesped left his listeners with a feeling of chizuk and encouragement: Olem Hazeh Prozdor Liolam Habaah.

Let us learn from Malky and not waste our time on frivolous things. Malky literally touched hundreds maybe thousands of people to elevate themselves and to be mekadeish Sheim Shomayim. While her loss is irreplaceable, her life-lessons are timeless.

Yehi Zichra Boruch.

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