aijamayrock @aijamayrock · 1h This Muslim man is keeping Judaism alive in India. And he is one of the most incredible people I have ever met. This is Thaha Ibrahim - a devout Muslim. When Thaha was a child, he was a street vendor outside of an embroidery store in Jew Town, India. The store owner was a Jewish woman named Sarah Cohen. She took interest in Thaha and gave him a job. She taught him everything she knew about embroidery. Over time, Sarah and Thaha not only worked together, but became like family. She loved him as a son, he loved her as a mother. Most of the Jews left Jew Town, but Sarah remained, as one of the only Jews left. But Sarah got older and was dying. In her last moments, she said to Thaha, "Please take my store, my life's work. Don't let the Jewish history die when I die." And Thaha gave her his word. Today, Thaha and his family run Sarah's store. They light Shabbat candles every Friday and close every Saturday for Shabbat, even though they are Muslims. They even created a museum in her honor. Thaha and his family are some of the most extraordinary people I have ever met. I will remember their integrity and their heart forever.

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