The community is shattered.

Every Yid is shaken to the core.

A devastating tragedy. Confusion. Unconfirmed reports.

But the bitter truth is even more painful...

R’ Mordechai Safir, a”h, is no longer with us.

Who?! Him?! How can it be?!

When did it happen? How? Why?

Everyone remembers R’ Mordechai—a man of exceptional character. A true chassid in every sense of the word. Beloved by Heaven and by people. His gentleness, his warmth, his refined presence. Yet beneath his calm stood a burning chassidishe seriousness and passion.

He was a master melamed—who didn't just teach Torah and yiras Shamayim to thousands of pure young souls, He infused them with love, dignity, and depth. Even outside the classroom—in shul, on the street—he greeted every Yid with a warm, welcoming smile. His davening, steady and heartfelt, was like a son pleading to his Father in Heaven. Always ready to answer, to encourage, to help—with endless patience and heart.

The tragic accident on the way home from a simcha has torn through the heart of Klal Yisroel. It has left everyone stunned.

But more than anything, it has left a grieving almana and yesomim without their pillar, their provider, their crown.

We cannot bring back their beloved father. But we can and must help stabilize their future—to ensure that financial hardship does not add to their pain. That the home he built with light and love should not be dimmed by material lack.

Already during the shivah, a strong effort was launched by close friends and family to raise meaningful funds.

But the job is not yet done. We must finish what was started.

We must stand by the almana and children, and give them the support they so desperately need.

To help heal the gaping material void with whatever is in our power.

Klal Yisroel—it’s our turn. To comfort. To rebuild. To carry them forward.

Let us join together to honor his radiant soul—with real, lasting support.

Let his light continue to shine—now and for generations.