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Ester'ke
By Rochel Yaffe"Listen to me, Mrs. Rosenberg," her heavy face was flushed with excitement. "Let me take her. Why should she die, the innocent babe? I will care for her as if she was my own. I never had children, you know. Give her to me..."  14 Comments | |
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Yisroel
As told to Rochel YaffeYisroel stood in the doorway, cheeks and nose bright red from the cold, snow crusting his thick brown bangs. "My mother is still not here, and I'm frozen. Can I wait inside?" 12 Comments | |
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Kano
By David Ben-DorDo you know where Kano is? Look it up on the map of Nigeria in West Africa 1 Comment | |
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Waiting
By Jay LitvinCould others see the countless tiny strands of their separate anxieties
silently knitting them together? Did anyone notice how, though they sat on separate
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Zeida
By Chani Hadad"It's just not the same anymore without him..." She bows her head. I nod in agreement, but inside I'm singing 5 Comments | |
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Home For Shabbat
By Deena YellinI glanced at my watch nervously. Usually, I avoid flying Friday afternoons for fear I won't arrive in time, but this time, I figured I'd be safe. I figured wrong... 8 Comments | |
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A Long Day For Morgenstern
by Mike IndginMorgenstern drove slowly, carefully surveying the suburban neighborhood. Night was when a creature's true colors were revealed. If they were a predatory species, these humans would use the cover of darkness for their darkest deeds... 1 Comment | |
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Alvin and the Afikoman
by Mike IndginAfter fifteen frenzied minutes, the Finkel cousins returned to the living room. Kevin turned
in the report. "Sorry, Dad. For a small house, there's a lot of places to
hide a matzah" 3 Comments | |
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The Calling
By Dr. Blair P. GrubbOne morning, when Paul was 7, I received a stat call to the emergency room... "Oh
G-d," I pleaded in my thoughts, "Please not this one. Not him." 6 Comments | |
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It Should Again See Light
By Dr. Blair P. GrubbMy best friend was a girl of my age named Jeanette. One morning when I came to play, I saw her family being forced at gunpoint into a truck. I ran home and told my mother. "Don't worry," she said, "Jeanette will be back soon..." 9 Comments | |
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The Summer of the Kishka
By Illana AttiaHere was genuine culture, a living tradition, a way of preparing for Tisha B’Av
that I had never experienced before. It was an awakening, a discovery of
origins. This is where hotdogs come from 1 Comment | |
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The Bulkhead
By Yaakov BrawerThe death of a thousand cuts would have been preferable. I briefly considered
crawling, until I realized that everyone would be able to see me anyway. 9 Comments | |
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Mincha
By Yaakov BrawerIn those days there was only one car service in Crown Heights and it was run by Chassidim, a class of people for whom time means nothing 2 Comments | |
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The Three Visits of Elijah the Prophet
By Yaakov BrawerAt the conclusion of the seder meal, the cup of Elijah was filled and my six year old son, candle in hand, was sent to open the front door, an old fashioned, ponderous wooden structure that was secured with a heavy iron latch... 3 Comments | |
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Four Boxes of Matzah
By Stan Lapon"Why," pondered the sad little accountant, "couldn't I get into a government refund loop, instead of a Shmurah Matzah loop? Just my mazel," he said to himself, "everyone else gets money when there is a mistake, I get Matzah." 6 Comments | |
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Doesn’t Everyone Deserve the Chance to Have a Child?
A true story of a woman who made the will of G‑d, her own
By Mirish Kiszner"We were dealt a blow today," my wife said softly. "But I don't want to be angry at G‑d. I want to give praise to G‑d for giving you to me and me to you. As we enter the next chapter of our lives and we will not let bitterness or melancholy darken it." 16 Comments | |
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Two Candles for Sammy
By Simon WiesenthalI first heard of Sammy Rosenbaum in 1965, when a Mrs. Rawicz from Rabka came into my office in Vienna to testify at a War Crimes trial 8 Comments | |
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The Blanket
Howard SchultzWe were all looking away; we had not known that he was severely afflicted with Parkinson's disease. Then we heard this big bang on the table: "Gentlemen, look at me, and look at me right now. Who can tell me what the lesson of the Holocaust is?" 3 Comments | |
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