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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..." 17 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?" 15 Comments |  |
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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... 16 Comments |  |
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Schreiber the Jew
By Professor Abraham BoyarskyThe doctor picked up the sample. He placed a drop on a slide, then slipped it under the eyepiece of the microscope. One glance showed him that it was full of bacteria--he did not bother to analyze it further 9 Comments |  |
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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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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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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." 8 Comments |  |
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"This Is My Torah Scroll"
By Ruth BenjaminThe soldier stared at the boy, fighting back tears. "Over these four terrible years, this is the first live Jewish child I have seen..." 24 Comments |  |
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Grandpa's Bar Mitzvah What inspired my eighty-eight year old grandpa to finally celebrate his bar mitzvah
By Avraham Berkowitz"Go find someone else to bother," he shot back at me. "I want nothing to do with you!" My head was spinning; I was hurt inside, yet knew I had done nothing disrespectful. Obviously, what I represent—being a religious Jew, wearing a beard and a kippah on my head— upset him so. 24 Comments |  |
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The Cabdriver
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 3 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... 5 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 9 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?" 4 Comments |  |
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The Other Side of the Prayer Book
By Yerachmiel TillesAt first, I was awed by his courage. But the next day I realized, to my horror, that this man was 'renting out' the siddur to people in exchange for bread... 4 Comments |  |
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Baruch Israelnaya
By Shmuel MarcusFresh snow covers the ground, thinking I’m too young to know. On the other side of the pit four Russians dressed like railroad or construction workers look me up and down. I try not to look back. 3 Comments |  |
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Praying in Kharkov
By Shmuel MarcusHis one hand held a wooden cane, the other somehow was suddenly on my shoulder. "Can you davven?" he whispered 7 Comments |  |
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Reb Yankle
By Shmuel MarcusI suppose every twenty-year-old should have an eighty-eight-year-old friend 5 Comments |  |
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