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By Laura P. Schulman
I was walking by the waterfront and a young man in a black hat ran up to me and politely asked, “Excuse me, are you Jewish?”
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By Doron Kornbluth
In September 1990 I went off to defend a country that I was prohibited from entering. The “Jewish” on my dog tag remained as clear and unmistakable as the American star on the hood of every Army truck . . .
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By Yerachmiel Tilles
It didn't blow out, there was no smoke, it just was not there anymore. It was as if it just flew off...
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By Chaim Drizin
The candles are burning low and he is staring at them. Flame meets flame and a soul ignites . . .
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As told by Yanki Tauber
"It's Chanukah," cried Nachman, "the festival of miracles! We'll do the mitzvah the way it should be done. Not in some rusty can fished out from the garbage..."
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by Mike Indgin
Night was when a creature's true colors were revealed, they use the cover of darkness for their darkest deeds
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By Shmuel Marcus
He slowly tries lighting the fourth and fifth. I close my eyes for the miracle, but there is none.
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During the Iranian occupation of the American embassy, Rabbi Hershberg was scheduled to travel to Iran
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By Eli & Malka Touger
There are 50 states in the US, said the Rebbe, and all but one allowed Jewish inmates to light Chanukah candles
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By Dr. Blair P. Grubb
My 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 . . .”
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By Sara Esther Crispe
My very own roommate, Jen, the Japanese-American, looked at me and said, loud and clear, "Bad Jew… off to the showers with you!"
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By Eli Hecht
She is a small woman, barely five feet tall. Her two feet tall candelabra was more than just a candle-holder
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By Chana Sharfstein
It was just a postcard with a simple message, but to me it was a wonderful Chanukah present
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By Deena Yellin
He climbed up the steep mountainside, searching for help. It was an arduous climb, particularly because of the scorching sun
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By Fay Kranz Greene
My father's version is both melodic and mournful, complete with crashing crescendos and lilting liturgy. It is emotionally evocative of both the highs and lows in Jewish history...
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My Chanukah Lesson
By Nuta Yisrael Shurack
Something was wrong. Almost in slow motion, I looked at the floor, and realized that it was glistening unnaturally.
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