A Visitor's Account

One visitor to the kever, whose name was not given, tells the following story. He heard the story of a miracle baby from the child's father, and he even held the child in his arms. After hearing it, he called two friends who were struggling with shidduchim and told them they should travel together to daven at the tzaddik's tomb.

They booked their tickets and set out for Morocco. On the way they decided to spend Shabbos in Gibraltar, where they ate their Shabbos meals with the president of the community, Mr. Solomon Levy. He told them about his nephew, who had been crippled from birth. The boy's parents had gone to the tzion of Rav Amram. After davening they went for a walk, leaving the boy in his wheelchair to continue davening at the tzaddik's tomb. He prayed for a short while and then drifted off to sleep.

In his dream a man with a white beard appeared and said, "What are you doing in a cemetery? You are a Kohen. You must leave at once." The boy answered, "I can't walk. How can I leave?" Rav Amram told him, "Just get up and walk out." The boy woke up and, miraculously, wobbled out of the kever on his own two feet. He kept up with physical therapy, and today he walks like anyone else.

After Shabbos the three travelled from Gibraltar to Morocco. They davened and recited all of Tehillim at the kever, stayed for a few days, toured Fez, and then returned to the United States. On the following Rosh Chodesh Cheshvan, the visitor made a lechaim and became engaged. Within the next two weeks, one after the other, his two friends became engaged as well.

On a later trip to Eretz Yisroel, after davening at Kever Rochel, a man who looked Israeli asked him for a ride to Yerushalayim. As they drove, the visitor made conversation and asked the man's name. "My name is Amram Biton," he answered. Stunned, the visitor asked whether he was of Moroccan descent and whether he had ever heard of Rav Amram ben Diwan. The man turned to him in awe and said, "I am named after him. My mother was childless for many years and made the journey to his kever. She promised the tzaddik that if she had a baby, she would name him Amram. I am that baby."

Rav Amram's yahrzeit falls around Tu B'Av, and people travel from all over the world to daven at his kever.