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 Asharon has liked to write since childhood and found a good outlet for his creativity here. He currently resides with his family in Baltimore. For suggestions, critique, or just a simple hello, you can contact him
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Head bowed and cheeks burning, overwhelmed by a sense of self-disgust, I accepted the verdict.
Another man, whom I didn’t recognize, sat opposite the rabbi, learning with him.
A delightful tale in which we learn how the actions of two simple Jews were felt miles away.
The queen demanded that all Jews were to be expelled. How would they be saved?
Why did Rabbi Baruch send the townspeople to receive a blessing from a perpetual drunk?
Turkish Jews often told this story to exemplify a meritorious approach to charity.
Rabbi Elazar of Kozhnitz would tell this tale, which illustrates the immense value and spiritual power of even a single mitzvah.
“Rebbe!” she cried. “I swear that I won’t move from here until you command Heaven to bless me with a child!”
The door of the decorated coach opened, and an elegantly dressed gentleman stepped out.
Over time, successive economic downturns diminished the couple’s wealth, and they had to resort to selling their possessions to buy food.
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