Stories

Miraculously, just as he finished the Shema, a German officer entered the gas chamber with an abrupt command that he needed 50 boys for labor.

A prescient talk from the Previous Rebbe on Simchat Torah, 1944.

Accepting Jews wherever they are on their life journey is hardwired into the Chabad philosophy.

The itinerary was prepared, locations were secured, families signed up, and everything was ready to go. There was just one final step: They wanted the Rebbe's blessing.

He dressed in worn-out clothes, packed a loaf of bread and a few books into a beggar's sack, took a walking stick in hand, and quietly left Ostroh.

After two weeks, the memoir arrived. I was in awe. It was a 70-page typed document with very intricate details, including the story of how Jacob met my father in Dachau.

Terrified that robbers might attack, the Bedouin guide slunk away from the group and hid among the rocks. From there, he watched Rabbi Yosef Chaim and his companions.

“To say we were broken would be an understatement, it felt as though the whole world was against us.”

“I’m Muslim,” he said. “I’m from Afghanistan. You’re Jewish. We help each other.”

This week, for the first time in American history, a sitting president has invited everyone into that same conversation.