Soldiers, horses, screams, crying women and children, mutilation and death. Fields covered with bodies of dead and wounded. The broken weapons… The chaos, the blood, the pain in the air. The Terror. The burning villages and towns and the slaves worked to death were blurring his vision all day long and then, the night would bring them back afresh. Nights were even more violent. So many people and not so many alive. Mountains of the dead, fields of dying. People were running, horses were running, blood was running getting hungrily sucked in by the dry soil. Death was running its course. Every night when the dream was at its worst, Aaron wanted to wake up, so to shake it off but the day did not bring any relief, and he wanted to go back to sleep, so to forget it. Aaron was feeling the physical exhaustion, and he was getting sick. No, Leah was right. Something had to be done.
“Aaron, there is a telephone call for you. The Mongolian Embassy???”
“Aaron, what happened? Mongolia… Of all places? Baruch Hashem… What’s going on with Mongolians? What is all that about?” Leah was beside herself. Aaron said they invited him to the Embassy for a talk. They wanted to tell him something. Now he was back and looked very confused. “Tell me. I worry. Everyone worries. Your mother called. They worry. What is it? What did the Mongolians say?”
“Leah, they are saying that I am a direct descendant of Batu Khan and the Khazar Princess. They do not know her real name because they could not find a document mentioning her name. They took my blood for the DNA testing and sure thing, everything matches the story. I am the one. They are saying that every fourth man in Europe and Asia has some Mongolian blood but the Jews somewhat less. So, it is rare. I have a tiny percentage of it, but it matches the Mongolian royal blood. Also, I have a large percentage of the Khazar blood from that region and then, the Ashkenazy blood of Eastern Europe. Also, they are saying that the percentage of the Mongolian Royal blood I have is the highest they ever saw. Thus, I am a direct descendant of the Royal house. They want me to go to Mongolia and be with what they call “my people.” They are also saying that there was an ancient prophecy stating that, when the certain conditions were met, the descendant of Genghis Khan will come back, and the country will flourish again. They are saying that all conditions mentioned in the prophecy are met right now and I must go there and make the prophecy work. Mongolia… Jews in Mongolia and I am the one? How could that be? They are saying that millions of people depend on me, and I would be the highest advisor to the President and that the President must listen to me. That’s all in the prophecy. If I did not come, the prophecy would not work, and that would be a disaster for the country. The Biblical proportions… This is really crazy. Have you ever heard anything more meshuga than that? I am afraid that this is true. Remember the dreams?”
The Rabbi was shocked, and for the first time, he did not know what to say. He always had something to say, but not this time. That was bad, beyond bad. A Jewish Mongol — a Mongolian Jew… How was that even possible? But, if it started almost a thousand years ago and on a such a scale, many of those Mongols were, in some twisted reality, ethnic Jews. On the mother’s side, they were Jews, and that had repeated itself in many generations. Then, in so many cases, they were Jews on both sides. Generation after a generation, mothers, fathers, and children. Even if the religion was diluted to the point of non-existence, they were the ethnic Jews and that what counted in the end.
Is not, that right? That was the attempt of Jewification of Mongols and the Mongol Empire. Batu Khan? Subutai? The Golden Horde? Who knew such a thing? Were the Khazars the ethnic Jews? How do we know that? What do we know? Mongols… The Butchers… Did they succeed? Batu Khan of them all? The wild locust of the orient? Jews? Did they succeed by any measure? It did not look like that, but the dent was huge if that was true. They claim to have the documents, the proof. Prophecy… If that was the case, there was another lost Jewish tribe. The lost Jewish tribe of Mongolia… Wonderful. Crazy.
“Aaron,” the famous Rabbi looked somewhat confused and uncomfortable. He was folding and unfolding the steel-rimmed glasses that he rarely took off. Some joked that he was born with the glasses and with years, he just upgraded it. Now, he was twisting it in his hands. Nervously… That was the most significant indication of him trying to deal with something he did not know how to deal with. He knew so much. He thought he knew it all. But that was new. How do you understand it, measure it? What gives? Rabbi Simon Shlamowitz was seventy-nine years old and fifty-five of them a Rabbi. He came from a long line of Rabbis (at least five generations as he knew of) and saw or heard just about everything. He saw the socialism, capitalism, wars, the Holocaust, the anti-Semites ruling the world around him and the liberals in the American Congress. He heard many of their speeches. Many of those speeches, even Hitler, would not make. The liberals were the worst of it. So, uneducated. They meant hunger, death, and distraction because they believed in something very wrong. If they ruled, many would die, and so many millions did already. Look at the French revolution and the guillotines, the Soviet Union and the labor camps, Hitler, the death camps and the war of extermination, China, Cuba, Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Venezuela, and some others, many others. That’s what the left politicians full of poison and jealousy for what you had, but they did not earn, could do to you, and they never failed. They never failed to do that to the others while perishing in the process. There was the rule of a minority, injustice on the massive scale, hunger to the point of famine, lack of everything, and most of all, honesty. And, the executions just to match the supplies to the number of the supplied. Redistribution of wealth, of something you did not work for and did not deserve but wanted so much. The liberals were ready to kill, and in mass so, the material possessions would become free. Then, you waste “free.” It was free so, why cherish it. He saw and experienced it all, and nothing could shock him any longer, but this did.
“You see, Aaron, I cannot tell you what to do in this situation. It is entirely up to you. But, I can advise you to my best ability, to my best understanding of everything you told me. If there is a lost Jewish tribe and they want you, you must go and help. That would be a big Mitzvah (something good a Jew was expected to do). That could be a Mitzvah of all Mitzvah. Can you pass on that? Can you ignore it even if there was a slight chance?” He finally put the glasses aside and seriously looked at Aaron. “What if you could bring them back to us? What if that what God meant to be? Could you pass on that? It’s a modern country, and I do not think you risk anything. In the worst case, you come back, and we’ll be waiting for you. I think you should go. I think you should do your best and help them. Who knows, that could be a prophecy they knew, but we missed. Now, when I know it, I’ll start looking for it. If they have it, we should have it too. I recall now that the jewelry of the Princess hidden in the Afghan museum from Taliban had some Mongolian royal and Jewish symbols. I did not pay attention to that back then. No one did. Could that be hers? With this story, anything is possible. Go, and God bless you. You try your best and, if you need us, we are always here for you. Always.”