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From Teheran to Charkov, from frozen Siberia to futuristic LA, from the Holocaust to a South African prison -- Chanukah stories that illuminate our lives

Chanukah Stories

Tales of Light

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The Menorah That Lit Up My Life
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?”
The Dog Tag Dilemma
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 . . .
The Vanishing Flame
It didn't blow out, there was no smoke, it just was not there anymore. It was as if it just flew off...
Spark on a Park Bench
The candles are burning low and he is staring at them. Flame meets flame and a soul ignites . . .
The Fifth Night
"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..."
A Long Day for Morgenstern
Night was when a creature's true colors were revealed, they use the cover of darkness for their darkest deeds
Kharkov, 1995
He slowly tries lighting the fourth and fifth. I close my eyes for the miracle, but there is none.
Teheran, 1980
During the Iranian occupation of the American embassy, Rabbi Hershberg was scheduled to travel to Iran
Candles Behind Bars
There are 50 states in the US, said the Rebbe, and all but one allowed Jewish inmates to light Chanukah candles
It Should Again See Light
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 . . .”
The Bad Jew
My very own roommate, Jen, the Japanese-American, looked at me and said, loud and clear, "Bad Jew… off to the showers with you!"
The Miracle of Bubbie's Menorah
She is a small woman, barely five feet tall. Her two feet tall candelabra was more than just a candle-holder
A Chanukah Postcard
It was just a postcard with a simple message, but to me it was a wonderful Chanukah present
Miracles Happen
He climbed up the steep mountainside, searching for help. It was an arduous climb, particularly because of the scorching sun
My Father's Maoz Tzur
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...
The Flood
My Chanukah Lesson
Something was wrong. Almost in slow motion, I looked at the floor, and realized that it was glistening unnaturally.
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