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Mirish Kiszner

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Mirish Kiszner is a teacher, counselor and lecturer living in Jerusalem. She is the author of Dear Libby (Artscroll), a compilation of questions and responses for kids about real life matters that stimulate parent-child discussions through helping kids identify with other kids.
Silently, Rabbi Levi Yitzchak studied the expectant faces. "My brothers!" he said in a respectful tone of voice. "Did we not agree that I was not to be burdened with discussions of old policies?"
The door creaked on its hinges as Rabbi Lippman hurried to open it for the band of strangers. The men were dressed in rags and tatters, their beards had grown wild...
The newspaper of the Nazi party, "Der Sturmer," portrayed Rabbi Wiedenfeld as "the greatest Talmudist in the world," and placed him high on their black list. Thus the rabbi was forced to flee...
Quiet reigned in the little cottage; all the household members had long since retired for the night. Joyfully the host rushed about, serving his guest a glass of warm tea and pastry...
"A rabbi!" the landowner exclaimed. "I, too, am the grandson of a rabbi!" This astonishing statement, uttered loudly to the shock of all the passengers, had reached the ears of the rabbi himself...
The chassid hurried through the streets of Karlin, heading to the home of Rabbi Aharon. Suddenly a Russian policeman stood before him, blocking his path. Immediately the chassid’s hands were bound . . .
Jewish pride in a death camp
Another violent blow landed on my other cheek. “You are still praying?” the Blockelteste asked. Her face was crimson, contorted from fury, her eyes bloodshot. A sudden Jewish pride arose within me, like a pillar of smoke rising from a chimney . . .
It was the perfect apartment and the purchase was almost completed when the shekel dropped steeply against the dollar. Aleksander Guravich was suddenly obliged to come up with an additional forty thousand NIS. He didn't know where to turn.
How a young woman in the Soviet Union discovers her soul
Every day brought new torment. Katya sat at her desk in the classroom, alone, isolated and shunned. She never cried, though. She didn’t cry when they chased her, or threw stones at her, or struck her with their backpacks.
Katya Umansky's Courageous Escape from Communist Russia
Katya couldn't move. She was dumbfounded. The office, the OVIR chief, everything seemed to be an illusion. In utter disbelief she watched the chief slide a red passport across the desk.
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