Six decades later, Shlomo Malach is stillthanking Hashem for the miracle of surviving
At sea, that means only one thing: Throw the young fellow overboard.
It was 1962, and Shlomo Malach, a 13-year-old Jewish boy from Damascus, had crossed the border to Lebanon and stolen onto the ship at the port of Beirut. The security agents who were commanded to carry out the brutal order requested backup.
A dozen sailor hands found Shlomo in a tiny steerage cabin, grabbed him, and dragged him onto the deck. He was a fast and wiry little guy and at first managed to escape their grasp, zigzagging all over the large ship in order to avoid becoming fish food.
But it was a hopeless battle — and just a matter of time until the posse caught up with him. He reconciled with his fate of being tossed overboard, his mind empty except for one painful thought: After everything he’d been through, his mission had not been accomplished.
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