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by Menachem Posner - Chabad.org

Menachem Mendel Oberlander, of blessed memory, had been ill for as long as I had known him. My brother knew him before he got sick, but I did not. Mendel was the son of Rabbi Baruch and Batsheva Oberlander, head Chabad representatives to Hungary. A bright and questioning child, he was fluent in four languages.

Remembering Menachem Mendel Oberlander, 20

by Menachem Posner – Chabad.org

Menachem Mendel Oberlander, of blessed memory, had been ill for as long as I had known him. My brother knew him before he got sick, but I did not. Mendel was the son of Rabbi Baruch and Batsheva Oberlander, head Chabad representatives to Hungary. A bright and questioning child, he was fluent in four languages.

By the time I arrived in Budapest to be part of the Pesti Jesiva (Yeshivah Gedolah of Hungary), he was back home after his first bout with cancer. A frail boy with suspenders whose life consisted of Torah study, reading, family, and the Jewish community of Budapest, he was planets away from the other kids on the streets of Budapest.

Time passed. I left Budapest. The cancer came back, but Mendel stayed the same.

When I started answering questions for Ask the Rabbi at Chabad.org, I began receiving regular questions from Mendel.

Looking back at our records, I see that he initiated a total of 439 email threads, some of them developing into long conversations with dozens of back-and-forth discussions.

And there were the phone calls. I knew he was in America for camp, treatment or a family celebration when he would call. He loved his family and he relished the opportunity to celebrate with them. In a squeaky voice, so faint that I could hardly hear, he would repeat his questions over and over again—the questions that had been weighing on his mind that he needed to share. Sometimes I had an answer on the spot, and more often than not, I would promise to get back to him if I came across an answer.

My last correspondence with him was about how he should say tefilat haderech (the traveler’s prayer) when leaving for a short trip from which he would return that very day. As usual, Mendel was not satisfied with the information I first gave him and he kept on probing for more. His first question on this subject came in on January 5, 2010 at 8:30 AM and the thread continued until November 10, 2011 9:34 AM.

I do not know how many such trips he took during the almost two years that we discussed this issue—although I shudder to think about the trips I know he was taking to medical centers in Vienna and the US in a desperate attempt to cling to life, a life for which he fought so valiantly for over ten years! During the course of this single conversation, I have had two children, moved to another country and bought my first car. But Mendel was frozen in time, forever a teenager trying to create a Yeshivah for himself in the hospital room in New York, at home in Hungary, in the raw loneliness of his own mind.

Mendel would ask questions about anything Torah related. Sometimes he had questions about the Talmud passages he was studying. Other times, he would ask about the structure of the prayers. The intricacies of the Passover seder, detailed questions on the laws of kashrut, the daily study portion, these and more were what was on his mind.

Some of his questions made it painfully clear that he was ill. He asked questions about how to properly wash his hands when waking up in the morning (or night) if he was too weak to get out of bed. He worried about how to say the bedtime Shema if he was unable to sleep and about the laws of hearing the shofar and the Megillah with his hearing aids. He was also concerned with a seemingly-extra verse in the Torah and some cryptic words in the Talmud.

His father, Rabbi Baruch Oberlander is a respected halachic authority and head of the Bet Din of Hungary. Yet, Mendel was never satisfied with the responses he received from him, suspecting that his father was being lenient with him due to his frail health. In our last conversation, I consulted a rabbi in Crown Heights before responding to his question. Mendel made sure to find out who the rabbi was and whether the rabbi’s answer was that the practice in question was merely acceptable or if it was truly the best way to serve G‑d.

Mendel’s parents, Baruch and Batsheva, are two of the most determined and dedicated people I know. They moved heaven and earth to help their beloved son. The family spent years cramped in tiny apartments and basements in Brooklyn as Mendel went for treatment. No expense was spared and no effort was too much. The same gritty single-mindedness that contributed so much to the Jewish renaissance in Hungary was devoted to making a miracle for Mendel. And they did make a miracle. Mendel lived for 10 more years. 10 years of Torah study, love and wonder.

Mendel attended Camp Simcha, a special camp for children with serious illnesses, and loved going there. I made sure to ask him about his camping schedule each summer—knowing that it was one of the few things which he shared with other boys his age. Mendel also enjoyed listening to music. (In fact the first time I met him, I was delivering a children’s tape that my brother (then teaching in South Africa) had sent him as a gift.) I also remember that he liked to listen to the Yiddish music by Reb Yom Tov Erlich and loved to watch the Itche Kadoozy shows on Chabad.org.

Somewhere in a lifetime of suffering, there were those islands of normalcy. I hope that we at Chabad.org were one such island. Mendel was twenty years old, but to me he remained frozen in adolescence, a boy whose life was cut short by a disease that robbed him of his brain, but never his mind.

To me mendel@zsido.com has become a sacred email address, sanctified by tears and by the little big boy who wanted more than anything else to be a Yeshivah student and a Chabad emissary.

Baruch dayan Haemet, blessed be the True Judge.

I have no doubt that as soon as he is able, Mendel will begin peppering Elijah the Prophet with his questions. And if Elijah will not know the answer, I am sure that he will turn to G‑d himself. After all, Mendel never stopped asking.

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22 Comments

  • He had a very Holy Neshuma

    BS’’D
    That was perhaps the most emotional thing I have ever read. Sometimes I think my life is all tough and what not, and that I pass my nissayonos with flying colors…but a Tzaddik lies on a different plane. A Tzaddik Gomur, a gilgul of the Rebbe himself.

  • Nachman Sanowicz

    I did not know him personaly but I did see the clip of him doing Mivtza Tefilin puting on tefilin with Jewish people.
    What a remarkable individual that we can all learn from.

    Yehi Zichro Baruch

  • Racheli Metal

    Mendel and Mussie taught me my first words in yiddish, and helped me acclimate to the foreign world Budapest that was their home. I remember Mendel’s teasing eyes as a 1st grader at school, in a class with 2 other boys, easily switching between Mogyaral, English and Yiddish,knowing which ears needed to hear what.Even then he was a tenacious fellow. I was privileged to pop in to his bar-mitzva in Crown Heights, where the simcha was infectious, it was one of his many miraculous milestones.
    Miles away, on shlichus now, I can’t help but feel that there’s a terrible void left behind, one that ca only be filled with the imminent arrival of Moshiach who will surely wipe away all our tears.
    hamakom yenachem eschem besoch shaar aveilei tzion v’yerushalayim.
    My deepest condolences to the Oberlanders, and the entire extended Budapest community.
    Racheli (Green) Metal

  • i knew mendel....

    amazing – brought tears to my eyes.

    Mendel never stopped fighting for a second

    Yasher koach for this letter

  • WOW!

    Thank you for sharing! You gave a very good light to what he was all about and I am sitting here so inspired!

  • Levi Feigelstock

    I taught Mendel in Budapest for a half a year. I could not have put it in better words. I would receive an email from him every year asking mechilah of he did anything to offend or hurt me. He was a special neshamah.

  • mussies teacher

    i was mussies 3rd grade teacher in bais rivkah
    she was amazing and youd never be able to tell that the family was going through so much
    she was alays cheeful with a smile on her face and it was my privilege to teach her
    i still have the haggadah she gave me from hungary-it was a beautiful gift-thank you

  • ER

    As a grown man reading this article I was bawling my eyes out. I had the privilege to learn with Mendel on behalf of Chai Lifeline almost 10 years ago. At first I thought I could get away with preparing the lessons for a few minutes and then fill the hour of learning. Needless to say, I was quickly put in my place. I ended up having to prepare for 2 hours at a time just to be ready for the sharp questions Mendel had on almost every piece we learned together. Here he was, just 10 or 11 years old, weakened by the constant treatments that sapped every last ounce of energy from his frail body and instead of resigning to his fate he would rise to the challenge every single time. Mitalmidai yoser mikulom. I can truly call Mendel my teacher as I have learned as much if not more from him as he learned from me. Mendel, please daven for all of us!!

  • Moshiach Now

    Wow! What an amazing & inspiring young Shliach. May Hashem bring us Moshiach now when Mendel will be reunited with his loving family.

  • Zoltan

    Thanks for the post, I also knew him from the begining, i really miss him. BDH to his Family My Great Rabbi Baruch Oberlander and to his Wife.

    Lets keep Mendels legacy ( Tfilin and Shabbat)

  • Rivka Katzman

    I was privileged to have the honor of being Mendel’s first grade teacher. He never was satisfied with what was being taught and had an insatiable curiosity about him. He made a better teacher out of me and taught me how to learn. Mendel was the life of the class. Teaching Mendel was an honor. May G-d comfort his parents among the mourners of tzion.