Purim Stories

Suddenly, there was an awful noise. The name of Haman had been read, and little Yaakov was swinging his gragger with all his might. Everyone became very frightened. One man wanted to take the gragger away from him...

In the course of the investigation, the king discovered that he was a descendant of Haman, the son of Hamdatha the chief minister of King Ahasuerus in Shushan, the capital of ancient Persia and Medea...

There I was again, in the familiar corridor at the Bikur Cholim hospital in Jerusalem. But this time I had two healthy children at home, which gave me hope that maybe, just maybe, there would be good news...

After completing the circumcision, as he dipped his finger in the wine to place a drop in the baby’s mouth, the Chatam Sofer called out: "When wine goes in, secrets come out." Seventy years were to pass before the significance of the great sage's words would be revealed

400 apartments housing 1,200 people were destroyed or damaged. Tel Aviv hospitals were prepared to handle mass casualties

Holding little Shaul by the hand, the Baal Shem Tov stood for a few moments among the the crowd of noisy, drunken peasants. Then he clapped his hands to get their attention. "Silence!" he called out in their language, which the Baal Shem Tov knew well...

“Me, too,” I lied. “It’s… indecipherable.” I had seen that word the day before in a copy of Time magazine lying around the house, and decided that it sounded as glamorous as any other.

"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..."